Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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Page 3 LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW A City Built for God 4 city founded for God we say And sometimes question tbis; But let us look back to another day W ben began on a boly morn in May Our migbty metropolis. The Eastern sky was flooded in light As dawn stole over tbe land, And Jéráme, kneeling in silent prayer, Heard an angel' s voice that filled tbe air And told Monsieur de la Dauversiire, God' s wonderful command. Yom will found, saith God, from his throne on High, “А city across tbe sea, To be built as tbe bome of Christian men То be raised for the love of Me. So Jéröme rose from the place where be knelt, As the sound of tbe Voice grew dim, For His Lord bad filled bim with Heavenly Grace То travel afar to a foreign place And found in the midst of a heathen race A city built for Him. He prayed at the altar of Notre Dame For bis Heavenly Mother's aid, Then went forth to gather other men For his glorious Crusade. God's Providence brought them from every side, They came both young and old For the Voice had whispered in other ears And its sound had silenced human fears, That braving torture, pain and tears They joined his little fold. In little ships they sailed away Through the wilderness of the deep; But at the helm God's angel stood And steered a safe course through the menacing flood Whose waves lashed at the brotherhood Whom God held in his keep. Then through the light of а misty dawn Rose cliffs of majesty; Rugged ethereal battlements Of a new land wide and free But a land that was P ei in hardship, W bere evil was pitted witb good, W bere nature killed in endless strife, Where the tomahawk flashed, and the scalping-knife Was stained with the blood of a Christian life In the depths of some virgin wood. But the men of God feared no such thing As weakened lesser men, For His spirit was within their hearts And each had the strength of ten. So, few in number, they journeyed on While their perils increased with each day; But with the measure of each long stride,

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LOYOLA COLLEGE Page 2 REVIEW Well do Canadians of today compare with the heroes who faced the foe undaunted and unconquered at Ypres and at Vimy Ridge. 7 Y 7 Montreal’s Tercentenary This year Montreal celebrates its three hundredth birthday. What was once a tiny village standing on the shores of the St. Lawrence with the pleasant woodlands of the mountain slopes as a backdrop, has today grown to become the metropolis of a great Dominion. And though the days were often dark and the path steep, it had down through the years courageous and determined men to cling to its ideal and work for its цэнэ Courage might well be the watchword of the city. Without courage it might not have been founded on the 18th of May, 1642, for Montmagny, at Quebec, tried to dissuade Maisonneuve from proceeding up the river. But the latter, in the immortal words that are carved on his monument on Place d'Armes, would not be dissuaded by danger. “Іс touches my honour, said he, “со accomplish my mission, were all the trees on the Island of Montreal to turn into so many Iroquois.” That mission was accomplished. The Iroquois, who must to the small band of French- men have seemed as numerous as the very trees, were driven back to the forest, and a new continent was opened for mankind. Montreal is, unfortunately, not one of those cities distinguished by civic ride. Yet, were her inbabitants to pause for a moment they must be struck by its bs against the hillside, by its position at the head of a great river, by its stra- tegic location at the end of open-water navigation. All these are reasons for civic pride. But the city has other characteristics we should think about as we enter our fourth century. Slums disfigure its beauty, human misery stalks its streets. As we think of Montreal's glorious past, we should remember its people and strive in this fourth century to improve their lot. A glorious past is, indeed, matter for pride. But determination for future betterment is more important. Ambition I often wonder why tbe hope of men А kingdom brought good Duncan to bis death; Is centered on sucb sballow, futile goals. Ambition caused tbe queen her wretched end; We grasp for glories not within our ken, In vain were all the plans of great Macbeth, And, clutching tight this world, forget our souls. Who saw his failure at the hopeless end. For money some will rob, stint, starve, and plead; Ob! if we could but see where lies true glory For glory, others rip the world asunder. Then this short life would tell a happier story. And yet, so is our vision blurred by greed, We never see our woeful, tragic blunder. Patrick Devaux, 45.

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LOYOLA COLLEGE Page 4 REVIEW While danger lurked on every side, Тре angel of God was their belp and guide To protect them on their way. Until, one morning in tbe Spring, Upon this blessed sod The shining host was raised on high And 'neatb a blue Canadian sky Our bond, our compact and our tie Was made with tbe Lord our God. Frank HIGGINS, '44. MONTREAL By EDWIN BASSETT, '45 Т нь time was in the Spring of 1642. The scene was laid in the vicinity of the Montreal of today. Scouts of the Iroquois, ranging through this territory, saw a column of smoke leisurely curling up through the mild Spring air. Investigation revealed to them a new outpost of the hated white man. This must have seemed the height of audacity to those dusky skinned bar- barians; for this site lay far from Quebec, and one had only to scale a short distance ap the mountain side to see the peaks of the Adirondacks, the sentinels of the land of the Five Nations. There was a glint in the eyes of those warriors that boded ill for the infant settlement, a glint that said that soon the tiny settlement would be turned to smoky ashes; that soon its inhabitants would be in the happy hunting grounds of their grandfathers. The Iroquois did come, in bands of hundreds. But when they departed Ville-Marie remained, as before. The cruel winters of the north swept over the settlement. And amid the cold there were all the privations and hardships of the frontier. But in spite of all the tiny village continued to prosper and to grow. Their motive could not have men make such heroic sacrifices? What cause led them to spurn the comforts of their home lands and to seek out the perils, the hard- ships, and perhaps the death that awaited those who entered the wilderness that was New France? Their motive could not have been the desire of material wealth, for the frontier, especially the frontier of 1642, was not a place to attract those seeking the easy way to wealth. Nor did these men flee from persecution or punishment in their own country. They were neither outcasts nor culprits, but rather honest and respected citizens representing all walks of life. No. Their motive was a far greater one than greed; far more noble and inspiring than fear. They lived and worked and gave their all for love. Ville-Marie, later to become the metropolis of Montreal, had its beginning in the vision of Jérôme de la Dauversière. It was through the efforts of this noble man that there came into being the Compagnie de Notre-Dame de Montréal, through which the new settlement was financed and organized.