University of San Francisco - USF Don Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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JO THU I GNAT I AS' Years of such toil and patience resulted in the establishment of a long chain of famous missions, along the “El Camino Real.” To recite the names of these missions from San Diego in the south to Sonoma in the north is to recite a most beautiful Litany of the Saints. Why do we not learn more of this wonderful period? W hile engrossed in the temporal activities of their missions, while attending to the field, the table and the flock, while leading with gentle hand “the strange, sad, melancholy savage” along the paths of labor, the California missionaries bore ever in their hearts a wonderful zeal for their higher spiritual duties. Their temporal labors were but the means by which they accomplished their nobler supernatural purpose. The feeble Indian mind could not grasp the most fundamental and primary truths: the dull edge of their intellects could not penetrate the simplest abstract problems. Their inherited slowness of comprehension convinced the wise Franciscan that, not along the path of knowledge, but along the path of honest labor and wholesome toil should the neophyte be led. Many calumnies have been uttered against the missionaries: much criticism of the mission system has been made. An unprejudiced, diligant inquiry, however, will disclose only that which was appropriate, noble and innocent, will only increase the glory of the humble padres of California. After reverting even for a moment to the mission days, after awakening memories that hover about ivied walls and lonely sanctuaries, we can not without a pang of regret turn from those warmful, interesting scenes of mission history to the cold, crumbling adobe that to-day marks in silence the old grounds and the old days. And yet all is not lost. There yet remains a beauty thriving in ruins, an enchantment surrounding whitened walls, a romance filling the California breeze. The missions are impressive still.

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PATHS OP THE PAPKES 9 remained unvisited, save when some lone tempest tossed bark was hurled against its shores or driven by adverse winds into the fog shrouds of its beaches. Rumors of a Russian migration from the frozen realms of Alaska incited the Spaniards to action. Galvez was instructed to send two expeditions, one by land and one by sea, into California. 'Phis long desired opportunity was seized with joy by the Franciscan friars and especially by Father Junipero Serra, the future founder of Monterey and Carmel. In all ages men have been raised up by God, filled with the holy spirit, who, being sent forth by the Church, have brought new nations to the fold of Christ for the advancement and glory of Mother Church. Augustine went forth at the request of Gregory and planted the cross in Kent. St. Patrick, the slave boy, carried the Gospel to Ireland. St. Francis sailed to Goa, and dispelled the misery and darkness of the Indies with the light of the Faith. And here the name of Junipero should adorn the illustrious list. For despite the fact that men have never manifested to Serra a gratitude, commensurate with his incalculable deserts, they have recognized that only by his tireless, dauntless efforts, was the spiritual and material glory of California made possible. The land and sea expeditions set forth. M e may easily imagine the hardships of the explorers aboard their ships, the weary sea nights, the ravages of dread scurvy, the anxious hours of prayer amidst the thundering sweep of the storm. And what must have been the trials of that little band of land explorers, driving their herds before them through the parched deserts of lower California? Can we not see Padre Serra, hampered by his long gown, footsore and exhausted, yet ever whispering a word of cheer to the slowly marching soldiers. 'Phe fruits of the labors of Serra and Don Gaspar de Portola were the missions of San Diego and San Carlos. The latter is more generally known as Carmel mission.

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PATHS or THE PADRES 11 If the ruined mission, a temple bereft of its ceremonies, a sanctuary without spirituality, a crumbling corpse, long since separated from the religious activity that animated it, appears, even thus, beautiful to the eye, what must have been its attractiveness, its grandeur, when it was livened by the peal of the Angelus, bestirred by the thread of sandled feet, vivified by the presence of its soul—the ritual of a practiced faith ? Fair and stately in death, it must have been of a transcendent beauty in the bloom of life. 'I'he explanation of the California mission’s present loveliness is seen when we reflect that every great institution leaves its impress upon future ages. The temples of the Greeks are buried under the debris of years. The Roman forums are barely traceable in the dust of centuries but their influence still lives and they speak—even from their ruins. So it is with the California mission. It’s beneficent influence survives. It is eloquent even in its mute and silent ruin. The California mission will last forever. The padre could exclaim, with Horace. “Exegi menu-mentum acre perenniusr