Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW J. C. WICKHAM, M.D. Rev. Е. BRESLIN, S.J. Rev. C. KEATING, S.J. —— Quen mtn Rev. В. KENNEDY, 5.7. Rev. W. X. BRYAN, SJ. Gethsemane From ancient hills (that ancient were of old— When David o’er their rounded crests would lead His fleecy care and, down the sloping mead At even, pipe them bleating to their fold) | To-night soft winds, іп faintest music rolled, Enchant swift Cedron's valley.—0O hearts that bleed | And souls, of sin enamoured !—come апа heed | Your Shepherd's call, in silent suffering told. Look! on the slope beneath yon olive tree 'Mid shattered rays of moonlight, fallen lies In purpled robes the Watchman of your soul: Fear not those eyes that, for yow pleading, see Omnipotence! Nay, bless the Wounds, the sighs That take from grief its pain, from sin its toll. A. McW.

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12 LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW Encouraged by Our Lady's beckoning hand, She knelt ;—but ere “Dear Saviour!” passed her lips, Suddenly changed the scene.—A garret, chill, Low-ceilinged, bare, had hemmed her in, while snow Had drifted through the ill-stuffed window-frame | Upon her cot. She shivered, blessed herself And, sighing, swiftly moved her soul to prayer For her father, who (she feared) in noisy hall His slender purse was emptying for wine. Turning her gaze to where a wooden Cross Gloomed on the white-washed wall—surprised, she thought It larger grew, and brighter—till at last In boundless glory it blazed above the throne Where Jesus lay in Mary's lap.— Now wings Of angels flutter not, nor chant is heard While hushed Heaven hearkeneth to her prayer:— | “Т ask what I have begged for every day, “Dear Saviour, in Communion.—Grant it me! “Бу heavenly joy enraptured, yonder kneels “Му mother, pleading my cause, unwearied as “When first she saw Thy Face ten months ago. “She told me ere she died, ‘Soon, Aggie, soon “Thy father's heart will bitterly deplore $ “ ‘The wrong he has done us in this year of dull 'Oarousing. But another year is passed, — “And, Jesus, Hope is withered in my heart “Unless Thou aid.— Last night, he struck my face “Refusing, though I begged, to feed on Thee “This Christmas morn.—Repenting, hurried words “He spoke, and kissed me; quickly quit our home “And has not yet returned.—But, Lord, he’s good “And loves Thee! Shrivel the luring, lying face “Of wine! Oh, shield him lest the dark abyss “Close o’er him.—Mary, Mother, plead for— Strange !— 4 Her soul yet thrilling, Agnes wanly smiled, Wiping away the tears that burned her cheek. Strange —Yet again she heard the sound of one Who, moaning, wept in bitter woe. Alarmed, She quickly rose and saw beside the bed Her father kneeling.—When he knew she waked :— “Му daughter, Aggie, ill I have treated thee, “My gentle, faithful daughter. . . . But this n'ght Has burst my brutish bonds. . . I left thee, fit “For Heaven or for Hell, ——and Heaven won. . . | “Му soul is healed and shriven. | Јоу, no tongue ` | Of flesh could utter, drenched her heart.—The moon | Burst through the storm-clouds; and its soothing beams Revealed the maid and him, won back from death, Mingling their tears and soundless words. But hark! While night is fleeing at dawn's first assault, O'er snowy mountain-side and sparkling plain The chimes awake the world to Christmas Mass. D. MICHAEL, '22

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14 LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW LEWIS F. McLEAN, M.Sc. Rev. BRO. FRANCIS, B.C.I. Rev. BRO. CUTHERT, B.C.I. Mr. A. E. BREUIL Mr. JAMES P. LOONEY Diamond Cut Diamond 66 O, sir—you could never convince N me that any but a blamed fool could have his pocket picked without being aware of it. Jerry relieved his feelings by aiming a banana-peel with great accuracy at the protruding head of а bald man on the lower deck. But it fell into the water, many feet away from the unsuspecting victim.—That, however, was just the run of luck that Jerry had had for a week now. . Here it was the fifth day of the races, and not even once had he succeeded in leading some innocent citizen into a game of chance. And it was only yesterday that a quick get-away had saved him from ar- rest for an attempted pocket-picking. The best thing for him now was to keep away from the Jockey Club for a few days, especially since he rather suspected that the over-innocent-looking stranger at the track had been a detective. So here he is, enjoying the soft breezes on the three- hour sail to his home town and conversing with a distinguished looking stranger who first addressed him with great affability ten minutes ago. The oldish gentleman is so interesting, so candid, so untainted with the wiles of the business world, and withal so rich, so evidently an old-world student immersed in his books that Jerry, with a grin, begins to think of a proverb that assures us “It is an ill wind that blows no- body some good.” “Ah, Mister— (‘‘Brown,” anticipated Jerry with ready wit)—“Mr. Brown, you must not judge other men too hurriedly in that respect. You are young and nothing escapes your keen eyes. But I have lived a while and can unfortunately prove the contrary by my own experience.” Here Mr. Henry Fullerton (for so he had in- troduced himself) pulled from an inner pocket a thick wallet. “This very wallet I was carrying ten years ago when board- ing a crowded street-car, and,—well, the fact of the matter is, the wallet came back to me a few days later by mail; but in place of the six thousand dollars I found a card on which was printed, “You V5 Аа ee РРР