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

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THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Pmat anb Oh! whitened lips and pulseless hands Of God’s anointed priest, Can ye the flesh of Christ command No more, or has increased With ye, now dead, the power divine To draw His Sacred Blood Not mantled ’neath the veil of wine But red, in His Heart’s flood? And priestly heart, grown still and cold, Great heart of priest and man. Where rest the griefs and joys we told Since over us began Thy rule of peace and gentle sway. The loving shepherd’s part? Hast thou the burden cast away Upon Christ’s Sacred Heart? But from the haven of thy rest. Remembering, look below. Where, o’er the path thy feet have pressed We, with our burden go. When steps are failing and courage gone Be yet our Priest and Friend Until with Thee before God’s throne We find our journey’s end.

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2 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL sixteen years old, to consecrate his life to the service of the altar in the Society of Jesus. Generously supplied with secular and ecclesiastical learning, he came to this city in the year 1893. The interval between that date and the hour of his death was a record of splendid achievement for the glory of God and the exaltation of His Holy Church. Of attractive personality and engaging manners, he sup- plemented these gifts of heaven by tireless energy in the cause of religion. He was kind to the poor, sympathetic to- wards the weak and erring, and considerate of the rights of others. Indeed, he, like the Apostle St. Paul, “became all things to all men, that he might save all.” As a consequence, he enjoyed the respect of his brethren in the priesthood and the aiTection of a grateful people. The vast concourse of clergy and laity which honored his funeral obsequies is con- vincing proof of the truth of this statement. His earthly career is over. Still, the memory of his life and deeds will remain as an enduring monument to his vir- tues as a priest and a man, and an inspiration to all those who cherish the ambition to realize the glorious realities of the world to come. May the great High Priest, whom he served so faithfully, receive this gentle soul! May Ke grant him light, refresh- ment and everlasting peace! May He clothe him at the last day with the stole of that priestly authority which he wore so humbly and exercised so remarkably during the days of his earthly pilgrimage! Rev. William A. Fletcher, D. D., Baltimore, May 9, 1911.

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4 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL iFatIjer Ira n aa (HalhQt l uBxhmt Reverend Francis Xavier Brady, twelfth president of Loyola College, died suddenly on Sunday, March 12th, 1911, on the feast-day of his patron saint, and in circumstances somewhat like those that surrounded the death of the zealous Xavier. Father Brady had just finished giving the famous Novena of Grace, to which he had for seventeen years devoted the energies of mind and body. And the fatal attack that ended his life is now acknowledged to have been brought on by the unusual heavy labor of the last novena. In life, as in death, he gave himself for his flock. When pastor of St. Ignatius’ Church, no time or distance deterred this zealous priest from the work of caring for the sick of his con- gregation. And the constant call for him in the church and residence by the rest of his people never found him absent or inattentive. The same spirit of self-sacrifice made beautiful his office of president of the college. No boy was too small for his inter- est. No college entertainment or display went on without his inspiring presence. He found Loyola College awakening with a new spirit of life, and by his own personal effort and con- stant attention, he developed that spirit into full growth. And under his masterful guidance, Loyola reached the zenith of her career thus far, both in numbers and activity. And what the loss of so great a man meant to the teachers and students alike, was shown in the sorrow and silence that fell over Loyola’s corridors on the morning after his death. He made Loyola College what it is and of his students, from the boy in preparatory to the college senior, not one, we daresay.