Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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24 LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 1 і Е Е Е FIRST COMMUNION CLASS, JUNE 1st. 1905 MGR. RACICOT Left to Right: W. Harrison, J. Hughes, C. Cassidy, J. Hearn, N. Murphy, N. Collins, D. Langlen, Mr C. Regan, L. Wilkins, E. Coughlin, A. Reed, C. Merry, M. Johnson, R. Martin, R. Dolan, J. Vanier То Mary, Star of Evening 'Mid stress of wind and blanched wave My sail has parted, and the mast Has snapped. I, groaning, see my grave Yawn—and the storm screams past. But the black, swift clouds an instant show A Star ;—the chill winds softer blow; My barque is raised by ghostly hands And lo! the sheltering lands. To serve God’s law my soul had vowed.— Straightway, like lurid lightnings, fell Satanic shocks ’mid thunders loud. I shuddered, fearing Hell. In pale dismay, I cried to Thee,— And quiet came on troubled sea And air!—my soul beheld the Star That sought me from afar. O Star! sweet harbinger of night, When battle wanes and toil is done; When weary sailors find delight In thought of victory won; When Angel bands rejoice, while crushed Lies Satan, and forever hushed Temptation.—Then, on tranquil bays Shine Thy benignant rays. As sordid misers, bent on gain, Ne’er taste sweet nature’s evening haze, With Venus hovering o’er the main And cloudlets all ablaze ;— So, heated by the nearer glow Of lust, blind wordlings never know The rays of whitest love that part, Kind Star, from Thy pure heart. O Mary! guide us to that Night Whose issuing Day so golden gleams When on us bursts eternal Light And we rest by purling streams,— Where the Lamb will come, and eager thron g Of Just, white-robed, adore;— while song Begun of Angels swells and fills The everlasting hills. FiLIUS, 722. MOS

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 23 tor the world has ever seen (as the Amer- ieans say of anything) pulled so violently at his moustache that it came loose. Then was the eat out of the bag, and the sauce in the fire, had he not with great presence of mind hidden his head in a wine-jug. He came out, again fully disguised, but those near him heard him snap out heated words about 4... feminae . . . esse videantur. This soliloquy was interrupted by an ominous occurrence. From behind the wheel-barrow (“battering-ram, forsooth ! sneered Dennis) suddenly leaped the glad- iators and rushed towards the carriage. Others, as stoutly prepared, appeared from the rear of the happy cavalcade and with shouts of “Etsi vereor !” attacked the water-carriers, who were just entering the camp, weary and hungry. In the latter band of footpads, Milo blanched to see Clodius. “Тһе die is cast,” he called up to his wife. “Не or I must die. Pass me my aposiopesis. Take it from its sheath for me. i Then disaster swooped down upon them like thunder-clouds upon the Caspian.— “O Milo, I left it at Rome. I had to find room for that roll of silk, so I threw the aposiopesis into the garage.” Milo's rage was Titanic, but he nobly restrained it because of a woman's pres- ence, even though it was only his wife. “Very well, then; you can do the fight- ing And he stepped into the carriage, unrolled the offending silk and curled up beneath its protecting rustle. “You brute!” was all she said, in unim- passioned tones. She gathered her failing strength. Her vigorous mind fully grasped the danger of the situation.—Would Cice- ro save this cowardly husband ?—and, if he would, could he? Alas! she caught a glimpse of him vanishing at a swift trot among the trees. She counted the assailants—39; she counted those who stood faithful—6. Then with a harsh laugh, she cried out, “Not for nothing have I passed my vaca- tions with Cleopatra! .Come on, Mac- duff!’ Her plans were lightning-fast in conception and execution. She forced her sulking husband to give up his cloak and sandals; then put them on one of her faithful henchmen, and sent him fleeing through the woods. Thirty-eight lusty Roman voices took up the hue and cry; the thirty-ninth—Clodius—had sprained his ankle and was directing operations from a boulder on which was written, “26 miles to Rome. Use Pears’ . - When the last gladiator had vanished into the forest, Fulvia took up a large toasting-fork (to which—gruesome detail —still clung a turkey's gizzard) and with cautious tread advanced upon her crippled foe. And soon she had done that—we speak not as praising her, but merely for the sake of historical accuracy—soon she had done— neither with the assistance nor under the eyes nor with the knowledge of her master—that which every man worthy of the name would wish his own wife to do in like circumstances. Then she re- turned to the carriage, calmly gathered up the reins, and with a non-committal “Сіа- up! moved West. Dennis gasped—in admiration, yes; but in horror, too. He looked again; but all was dark. He could see nothing. He could hear nothing but the melancholy voice of one who was saying:—''Once again, you have no imagination. Whenever I try to develop in you that atrophied faculty, you fall asleep. One hour in jug!” LEO SKELLY, 724, THANKSGIVING DAY—LOYOLA 7—BISHOP'S 4

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c — Á— LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 25 Saint John Berchmans, Patron of Youth The aim of this brief sketch is as the title indicates, a desire to review the life and virtues of this holy patron of youth. born March 18th, 1599, at Diest, a small town in the diocese of Brabant, of profoundly Christian parents. His mother, Elizabeth Vanden Hove, was held in high esteem for her ideal Catholic spirit. John Berchmans, her husband, was equally faithful in the observance of the laws of Holy Mother Church. Full of energy and imbued with a natural clever- ness, he was an adept worker in the occu- pations of tanner and shoe-maker. | ШӘ CHARLES BERCHMANS was Little John Charles at an early age con- ceived great devotion to his heavenly Mother, as also to Saints Stanislaus and Aloysius. Advancing in age, his greatest joy was to make frequent pilgrimages to the nearby shrine of “Our Lady of Mon- taigu. Stricken with a grave illness which con- fined her to a bed of suffering, his de- voted mother had to rely on the care and attention of her young son. Yet our heroic saint knew how to combine the active with the contemplative, and though he found ample opportunity for sacrifice and self- denial, no retrenching in his spiritual progress ensued. А special love for as- sisting at Holy Mass drew him to the foot of the altar each morning, where, with a seraph-like devotion, he often served two or three masses. Inspired with the Divine Call, he sur- mounted every obstacle that stood in the way of his vocation. Constantly opposed by his father who desired the service of his son at his own trade, John Charles but renewed his ardent appeals to Mary, con- fiding to her maternal care the success of his cherished enterprise. Entering the home of Canon Emerick at Diest, where, in consideration for his services he received lessons in Latin, John Charles prepared for the reception of his first Holy Communion. Can we not im- agine the sacredness with which that mo- ment was clothed! Тһе respect, love, and adoration of those priceless heart-to- heart communings with his Royal Guest! Frequent communion was not prevalent in the time of our young saint, yet, each Sunday and Feast found him at the Altar Rail, eating of the “Bread of Life,” the “Food of Angels.” It was at this period of his life, and probably at the shrine of Montaigu that he took the vow of Holy Chastity. To Mary he consecrated all his actions, and the maternal protection she accorded him proved his trust had not been misplaced. When finally securing the permission of his parents to enter the Jesuit Semi- nary at Malines, his happiness knew no limits. Cheerful of manner, constant in his obedience he prepared for the Divine Call that he felt came direct from God. The sad news of his beloved mother’s death added another trial to the many he had hitherto suffered, yet, in perfect resignation he bowed to the Divine de- cree. It was that perfect submission to God in all things that found for John Charles the key to the mysteries of Di- vine Love. We may think it hardly credible that a simple human heart would dare aim at reaching those spheres in which all is mys- terious for man’s futile understanding. Yet, in Holy Communion, was engendered the strength that enabled him to ascend ever higher the heights of Spirituality. Prudence and fortitude in a remark- able degree were evident in the character of John. Fidelity to rule, even the small- est, became in him the very principle of thought, word and action. А perfect model of religious perfection he was in the eyes of all who beheld him,—an angei of innocence, modesty and constancy. In the village rectory at Diest, as later on at Malines, so also at Rome, that staunch will, which aided him to under- take the life of a religious as soon as God had revealed his calling, now shines forth once more, as clear as crystal, in the cour- age and determination to perform all things simply, yet with exactitude. A noble generosity, a readiness to sacrifice everything for love of his Creator,—this was the sole aim and ambition of Saint John Berchmans. Whatever the duties he had to accom- plish, whether at home, Father Emerick’s or at the novitiate, he was ever the same, —a pillar of duty, without weakness, without discouragement, always prompt in doing good, ready to follow whereso-