Loyola University Maryland - Evergreen / Green and Gray Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 11 A ®ribut Jrnm Sr IKmgIft All who are acquainted with Dr. Knight’s generous con- tributions to Loyola College will yield him the privilege of paying a tribute to Rev. Father Brady. Indeed it was the personal magnetism of our departed President, more than any other single cause, that won the interest of Dr. Knight for Loyola, and his benefactions are frequently recorded during Father Brady’s brief term. So that the relation which sprung up between them would seem to point to Dr. Knight, for the non-Catholic tribute to Father Brady’s influence for good. FATHER BRADY. My first meeting v ith Father Brady, some few years ago, made a lasting impression on my mind; to be in his presence and converse with him, even for a very short time, was enough to convince one that he was “a man without guilt,” a man to be trusted, and “a man among men.” Ke knew that I was a non-Catholic, and yet he v as as sincere and cordial with me, as if I had been one of the most faithful of his flock. On one occasion, I invited my friend, f R. L. Giering, to attend one of the alumni banquets at Loyola ; he was much impressed with the magnetic personality of the distinguished President — Father Brady. After hearing of the sudden death of Father Brady, he v rote me: — ‘T was very sorry indeed to hear of Father Brady’s death. Fie was a real man and a thorough gentle- man, although my religious views differed from his, I had the highest respect for him.”

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10 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Hana MbtHb. O all ye frightened folk , Whether ye wear a crown or bear a yoke, Laid in one equal bed, When once your coverlet of grass is spread. What daybreak need you fear? The Love will rule you there that guides you here. Where life, the sower, stands. Scattering the ages from his swinging hands, Thou waitest. Reaper lone. Until the multitudinous grain hath grown. Scythebearer, when thy blade Harvests my flesh, let me be unafraid. God’s husbandman thou art, In His unwithering sheaves I bind my heart. Frederic Lawrence Knowles. O VOS qui trepidi terrae percurritis orbem, Sive jugo juncti, praecincti sive coronis, Omnes strato uno demum aequalique jacentes. Cum semel tellus viridi se gramine vestit, Lucifer ecquis erit vobis et causa timendiP ' Qui hie VOS ducit Amor vos idem diriget illic. Stet ubicunque Sator qui vitae semina spargit, Sicut in aeterno dispergit saecula cursu. Solus ibi exspectans sistis tu, Messor amice. Donee laetissimis flavescat campus aristis. Quum mihi languenti lamnam supponis acutam, Excute corde metus, O Fulcifer! hinc timor absit. Villicus arvorum tu, queis Deus imperat Ipse, O mihi cor totum pingui necte maniplo. Alumnus.

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12 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL My last interview with Father Brady was but a few days before his death. I told him that I visited him rarely, because I knew he was a very busy man, and that I did not intend to bother him. Turning to me with a smile, and with the kindest look in his expressive eyes, he answered: — ‘T don’t like that word bother — besides I am not so very busy — only with a lot of little things” — and this from a man carrying the heavy responsibilities and cares, that I knew very well he did. Father Brady was respected and beloved by all who had the good fortune to know him — by the Catholics and by the non- Catholics— by the rich and the poor — all looked up to him with esteem, love, and respect as an able and trustworthy leader of men. By the death of so great and so useful a man, this com- munity and the State at large, have suffered an almost irrepar- able loss. Louis M. Knight.