University of Santa Clara - Redwood Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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THE REDWOOD entrancing that it is indeed a Paradise. But that which is particularly char- acteristic of the poet is his uniting in- tellect with the imagination, visions with scientific speculation; in three kingdoms he has combined the encyclo- pedic knowledge of his times, in theology, philosophy, mythology, and science, with intellect and erudition so as to make one whole. It can as well be called a work of the reason as of the imagination: its uniqueness among all visions is its scientificness. He who reads it finds no less food for the intel- lect than for the fancy, and he moves in a sea whither the rivers of all the sciences bring their tribute. To have known how to produce this wonderful harmony of mind and imagination, to have been able to assimilate as mate- rials of craftmanship the total knowl- edge of one ' s age; to have thrown a halo of religion over it all is surely the test of the supreme artist; and Fallen justly calls it ' the supremest literary production of the greatest intellectual epoch in History. ' I could go more into detail regarding Dante ' s style and invention; I might dwell at length on his sublimity, his immensity, his ac- curacy, his systematization, his fine moral and religious tone, by infringing upon your patience; but I must content myself with this humble endeavor, hop- ing that I have enkindled within you some sort of an appreciation that may prompt you to read him. Our lives are bounded by mysteries, our entrance and our departure clouded to our mental sight; faith like an impalpable magnetism draws us onward over the right path, but imagination illuminates the gloom, making the hitherto darksome avenues shining vistas towards the eternal splendors. If you would increase this light, this iridescence of the mind, take up in your leisure hours this pilgrimage with Dante as your guide. At first you will perhaps find the way strange and laborious, encountering the vale of night, but again the beams of morning will descend, rewarding your persever- ance; and, finally, dipping your eyes into the light as did the poet, you may become enraptured with the angelic symphony and behold the Vision of which Dante, even Dante, could not speak. John H. Riordan, A. M. ' 06.

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THE REDWOOD and figured speech, they remain indeli- bly pictured in our mind. What sub- lime pictures are those of the city of Dis, the entrance to Purgatory, with The beauteous star which lets no love despair, Making the Orient laugh with loveli- ness, the summit of the mountain of Purga- tory, and the Cross and Rose in Heaven? What marvelous pieces of sculpture are the Charon, Phlegyas, the Furies, Ugolino, Lucifer, the Angels and Cacciaguida. The richness and splendor of Dante ' s similitudes are known to all. The poet is such a master of the matter which he has in hand, that while he is thinking of one thing, he has time and leisure to fix his eyes on the rest of creation, and to match those objects that bear some relation to his own, placing them face to face. Hence we have that super- abundance of comparisons taken from all orders of things, be they sensible or rational, subjective or objective. Allow me here to make a brief dis- tinction on the excellence of Dante ' s similes. When they are compared to those of other classics, one would think that those of our poet are superior, but we must recall that in the criticism similes are regarded from two points of view, — the form, and the matter. The form of the figure is beautiful when the thing is said with elegance and style; the matter, when it not only appro- priately fits the other term of the com- parison, but also when the resemblance is not an ordinary one, but needs for its discovery the eye of a genius; for it is by this the poet offers you new knowledge, and therefore a new de- light. It is certainly a proof of great merit to see a point of resemblance be- tween two things which to others ap- pear most unlike and furtherest re- moved from each other. To apply this to our poet, we may grant that other classics in .some particular cases exhibit the better form; but if we take into ac- count the matter, we must acknowledge him to excel all in power of invention, profundity, and genius. But his inventive merit lies not so much in creation as organization. There was many beautiful visions re- counted before his time, such as those of Bede, St. Patrick, St. Farcy, and Albeir of Monte Cassino, but through the fault of the narraters the.se were confused and eccentric, awaiting a ray of heat and light to give them order and beauty, and this ray was the sub- tile intellect of Dante. Like the prophet of the Testament he beheld a plain covered with the scattered bones of an array which under his scrutiny became revivified, and rose once more a living army. Without sign of strain or evidence of effort he produces a continu- ous series of new ideas, bright fancies, and stern truths, using all the while, in his account of Hell and Purgatory, him- self, Virgil, the tormented, and the tor- ment: yet his variety is inexhaustible. In his description of heaven the scenes hinge on two elements, song and light, but with these two he paints scenes so sweet, so novel, so wondrous and

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THE REDWOOD THE OLD ADOBE [The oUl adobe building used for many years by Santa Clara students for their debates, was so badly shattered by the earthquake that, in spite of its romantic associations, it had to be razed to the ground. Erected in 1818, it served as the residence of the Majordomo of the Mission Indians; then it was seized and used as a wayside inn, until it was purchased by Fr. Nobili in 1854. Right near it was an old Indian burying-ground.] Let Others hail the walls that r ise Upon thy hallowed site, They wear scant beauty in my eyes, Nor give delight. Thy walls to me were ivy-grown With memory ' s magic leaf, Adown a century was sown Mid joy, mid grief. Mid joy, mid grief, in truce and feud, — For thou had ' st braved them all! And varied empires had ' st thou viewed Arise and fall! The mind and heart of Serra ' s days Stood bodied in thy frame; The simple and the kindly ways. The exalted aim. Lo! comes the Mexican dread blight, — The Mission ruined lies. As when, a cold October night. The floweret dies.