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was level as formerly, and covered one rashly stepped into the crater with ashes and sulphur. In the over the pointed cliffs. Then the floor of the crater, straight below crust of lava or ashes would break, us, was a large round hole, exactly and one would go down and never in the middle, out of which there be seen again. One would be killed was a constant hissing and gurgling. in a moment by the hot fumes of A yellow-brown mass seemed to be the sulphur. Every one should, cooking and steaming inside. On therefore take good care not to forthe other side below, in the crater, get the direction of the wind, lest, stood a new mountain of ashes of when the vapors surround him, he regular form, which almost reached might jump some feet deeper into to the top of the highest reef. From the crater. the mouth on the top of this cone, The fumes were at last too strong which seemed to be only composed for us, and in a few steps we were of ashes, came the thundering and safe again. Then we went jumping cracking and the eruptions, during and running and sliding down the which the entire mouth of the crater mountain, the last reward for the seemed continually to tremble. troublesome ascent. The people at
To get so close to the volcano to the halting-place called out to us look, as it were, into its chimney, their good wishes, and the guide
, had quite a peculiar attraction. It who was with our horses quickly looked magnificent, as the thousands brought out fresh shoes, as those of clods and fragments came rush- my companion had on her feet were ing out, as just so many black rock- not worth much. The horses, after ets, rose in the air, and separated their rest, brought us quickly to the high up, in order to fall back into breakfast and good Capri wine at the abyss, or to be hurled over the the “Diomed," and three hours walls of the crater. Yet I was later we
later we were again in Naples. seized with a slight shudder when When we came out of the San a couple of fragments fell close to Carlos, about midnight, and Vethe spot where we had hitherto suvius was doing his best to fire stood, on the declivity near the lava and to lighten, he no longer seemed fountain. Here, above, we were out to us nearly so threatening and terof the reach of the rain of stones. rible. We had seen the great lord Danger would only be incurred if when close to him.
WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO TURN UP.
On how many hearts will these thing to turn up!"
The poet's words find an echo? “Waiting for words about "hope springing etersomething to turn up." We all nal in the human breast” give a know wbat it means in some shape clue to the enduring power that or way.
To me it is the saddest, enables us thus to go on “ waiting,” weariest thought imaginable; to although the "something” keeps some it has brought despair and ever receding, and eluding the madness. How many weeks, months, grasp of the anxiously stretchedand years have been endured and out hand. fretted away “waiting for some- Let us look for a few minutes into
the home of a certain family, fitted takes no meals at home. Perhaps by intelligence and education and he too is "waiting." He always honesty of purpose to do the work seems anxious for the postman's of life creditably. Great sacrifices knock, and generally, after the rebad been made to prepare those ceipt of a letter, goes out, probably fine bright youths for the battle of to post a reply, or call somewhere, existence. There they are, with all in the hope that for him at last their early fire and ambition, ready "something has turned up.” Who to fly at a moment's notice to any can tell what are his privations, his sort of work. They have friends weariness, lost chances, and unand introductions, surely
certain future? thing will turn up.” And they There is the lawyer, the doctor, " wait," and their little five-year old with their cultivated intellect, high brother 6 waits,” too, for the toys notions of duty and refined manhe is to have when the "something” ners. How many of these, with and turns up; but it seems very long to without family cares, are growing "wait,” and at last the poor little prematurely old with the same sad fellow only looks at the toy-shop thing, "waiting for something to and says, nervously, “Mamma, bas turn up!" Men and women know Robert got a "swation' yet?" But it equally. they live on bravely, leaning upon A ladylike woman of middle age hopes kindled by the promises of took a house in our neighborhood a friends who were just the sort of year ago. She evidently had friends people to hear of "something." of position, for during the season
At last health and spirits begin I saw several handsome equipages to wane; the clothes, obtained to at her door, and from the manner make an appearance when “some of their occupants towards my thing should offer,” are getting neighbor, it was easy to see that shabby, and the home income, she was well known too, and probalready far too small for the family ably loved by them—but, excepting wants, seems to have shrunk into a few arrivals and departures, the something less than it used to be. house has had no inmates but the Do you think these lads have sat lady and her two servants. I lately idle and listless by the fireside heard through an agent that the simply waiting?” Not at all; their house was to be disposed of by let"waiting," poor fellows, has con- ting or sale, and this induced me to sisted in many a long trudge, and make a few inquiries. many a carefully penned letter, to I learned that the lady has been . ask for employment. The work a governess. After long years of was long in coming, and the "wait- toil, she has sunk her all in furnishing” was disastrous. The boys ing a house, hoping, through her went wrong, the father died mad, many friends and by advertisethe poor mother (she was a foreigner ments to obtain boarders, and so
a of noble birth; remember her as maintain a home. But no one seems a bride in her orange blossoms and to require the accommodation she ancestral diamonds) dragged out has to offer, and she has been for a her days in extreme poverty, and year vainly “waiting for something fever at length released her weary to turn up." soul.
We can imagine how drearily the There is a lodger in the top back weary months have passed for that room of a poor but decent house. once active woman-how she has He is a tall, pale man, apparently compelled herself to be patient, to a gentleman, but very poor. He sit day after day, nicely dressed, passes much of his time indoors, but "waiting."
And her nights—how many sleep- tries to keep up the hope that “someless ones! And now, poor soul, if thing will turn up.” Her little ones she had no capital to depend upon want clothing and education. The through this long stagnation, she scanty means barely provide food must be sold out, and turn again and firing, but she goes on in painto the bleak world, and toil as tient trust. Her pale face tells of formerly, but at a discount; for she self-denial, and many a sleepless is now neither young nor strong, night. and will at once be rejected by And so millions on the wide earth many as "too old.” We cannot are ever sending up to God's throne tell what loving hopes and plans the ceaseless chant, Kyrie eleison, were in her mind when taking her Miserere nobis, all the while they house, possibly to make shelter are “waiting for something to turn for poorer sisters now abroad, or up." How many of our well-to-do the little children of another. Her people in business trouble their scheme has failed, and she is prob- heads to give a lift to the boys of a ably penniless and broken-hearted. struggling family? It is as great
We know, too, of a house, where a charity to help middle-class povthe father is out of employment, erty as the poverty of the poor. and the anxious, toiling mother
THE PASSION FLOWER.
When the Spaniards discovered white, suggested the crown of South America they saw, amongst thorns, stained with blood, to his other plants new to them, a climb- mind, tutored by meditation; the ing shrub, having from two to three five anthers, on the stamens, repfruit-bearing flowers, unlike any resented the five wounds; the three they had ever seen. One day a styles, the nails which fixed Our priest was preaching to the Peru- Blessed Lord to the Cross; and the vians, or aboriginal inhabitants, singular column which rises in the amidst the wild scenery of their centre of the flower, were made to native forests. His subject was the bring before the minds of these Passion of Our Lord. His eye wild savages the harrowing scene suddenly glanced at this curious of the Second Sorrowful Mystery of flower, which hung in festoons from the Most Holy Rosary. the trees overhead, and like St. So, without Bibles or books, did Patrick with the shamrock, he saw this holy man instruct his converts with the eye of a Saint a vivid pic- on the Passion; and to this day our ture of the sad story of Calvary. beautiful creeping garden flower is The rings of threads which surround called “ The Passion Flower.” In the cup of the flower, and which are all languages it bears the same mottled with blue, crimson, and
THE CHRISTIAN CEMETERY IN then must be the Catholic's regard for
NINETEENTH CENTURY; or, The Last those human ashes, regarded in the suWar Cry of the Communists. By pernatural glance of faith, and how Monseigneur Gaume, Prothonotary deeply incumbent upon the children of Apostolic. Translated from the French the Church by a modest and duly reby Rev. Richard Brennan, A.M., with stricted respect for the soulless clay, and a Preface by Very Rev. Thomas S. the cemetery where it is en-hrined, to Preston, V.G. New York and Cin- counteract the attempts of wicked men cinnati : Benziger & Bros., 1874. to depreciate the immortal casket of the
immortal soul to a mass of material corThe Angelus in the Nineteenth Century ruption, thus depriving it not only of its and The Sign of the Cross in the Nine- tribute of respect after death, but sancteenth Century, together with the book tioning even in life the indulgence of before us, are suthicient indicators fro
those degrading passions to which the their very titles that Monseigneur Gaume natural flesh is heir. is the preacher of the poetry of spirituality 10 a materialistic age, but they do not tell with what incisive penetration, The BALTIMORE Gun Club (from the beauty of sentiment, and theological ac- earth to the moon). Translated from curacy he fulfils bis labor of love. The
the French of Jules Verne, by Prof. satanic propagators of free thought, sub- Edward Roth, A. M. Philadelphia: versive of all religious principles and all 1874. Christian practices, have in their efforts to divorce the soul from God pursued it Jules Verne is an author ranking high from the cradle to the grave, in their in the estimation of many cultivated eager endeavor to prevent religious intiu- lovers of literature. Ho occupies the ences from gaining an ascendency over same position to French letters that Offenit. The present volume is a sucred phi- bach does to French music, being light, lippic against those infidel teachers who graceful, and humorous in style, and would banish all religious services from frothy in burlesque. Prof. Roth, whose the funeral ceremony, as they have from name is so familiar to our citizens as to the marriage rite. We regret that space need no introduction, has been, to quote and time will not permit us to give a his own words, "fairly fascinated " with lengthy detail of the sentiment of this Verne's writings, and believing them truly beautiful work, revealing, as it “just the thing” for American readers, does, the holiness of a Christiun's body has determined to present the English gloritied in our risen Lord, and subjected speaking public with a translation supeto so many sacred ordinances and sacra- rior to those already given. mental rites, as well as to the sacredness " The Baltimore Gun Clu" is the first of that hallowed ground of the conse- of the series. In addition to the abovecrated Christian cemeteries to which the mentioned characteristics, inherent in all body is consigned as kindred dust. The Verne's works, this one possesses the adplace which cemeteries hold in the Chris- ditional merits of familiarity in its author tian dispensation is also considered his- unusual for a European with American torically. In these days when the paganish localities, and the characteristics and pesystem of cremation is assuredly gaining culiarities of our people through all their ground in the minds of our intidelity sectional diversities. Indeed, the book tutored people, such a book comes most is so thoroughly American in tone, and opportunely. We are writing this re. has been so admirably and naturally view on the newly law-established festival translated, that we are at a loss to imagine of Decoration Day, and as we pen these how it could have ever been at home in lines, the music of the military bands its native land, or felt at ease in speaking which accompany our soldiers to the with its mother tongue; and yet, withal, decoration of their comrades' graves with it preserves the individuality of its nutive flowers, reminds us that even Protestant- Frenchiness," combining it so charnism has not been able to root from the ingly with the originality of its adopted heart the natural instincts of the dignity country as to make it one of the spright
our corporeal dust; how much higher liest and most genial of companions, es
pecially in the “light reading " hours of fancy. A fairy tale will impress upon tbe approaching annual heated term. them many a wholesome truth, where a
Prof. Roth's excellent preface so ably sermon or prosaic instruction would find portrays the author's style, that we will its occupation fruitlessly gone. Herein merely say that the plot, if plot it can be lies the merit of such books as the two called, relates how a certain club of dam- enumerated above; a literary grace which aged military and scientific martinets in seems to be the particular prerogative of Baltimore, started during the rebellion French writers, arising from a simplifor the purpose of inventing all sorts of city of character, of which we practical wonderful killing machines of the genus Americans cannot boast. The illustraartillery. Finding that the proceedings tions which embellish these stories must of April 9th, 1865, at Appomattox Court- add very materially to their effect, both House, Virginia, had put a stop to their as handsome publications and as a means occupation, they were in danger of disso- of quickening the interest of our young lution by natural inactivity, when their renders in the stories themselves, which president startles them by calling a gen- put in an appearance, as the lawyers say, eral meeting, and proposing to them to most opportunely, at the commencement direct their engineering energies and and holiday season when “premiums abilities towards the organization of a are at a premium. projectile railroad to the moon. The rest of the work narrates the history of the
DE ABSOLUTIONE PARENTIBUS, QUI attempt, with what a result we will not
PROLEM SCHOLIS PUBLICIS SEU PROanticipate for the reader, for all good
MISCUIS INSTITUENDAM TRADUNT NEAmericans are supposed to have the pride and welfare of their country suffi
GENDA NECNE, SPECIMEN, QUOD JUDI
CIO VENERABILIS CLERI AMERICANI ciently at heart, to take an interest for
REGIONUM, QUIBUS themselves in studying the solutions of
SCHOLARUM PUBLICARUM SEU all problems emanating from the inven
MISCUARUM VIGET SYSTEMA, AD PROtive genius of the Yankee cranium.
MOVENDAM PRAXIS UNIFORMITATEM,
SUBMITIT, A. KONING's CONGREGATHE FRENCH PRISONER IN RUSSIA.
TIONIS SS MI REDEMPTORIS. IX COLTranslated from the French by a grad- LEGIO ILCHESTERIENSI EJUSDEM CONuate of St. Joseph's, Emmittsburgh. GREGATIONIS AD S. CLEMENTIS S. TIIENew York Catholic Publication So
OLOGIÆ AC SS CANONUM PROFESSOR. ciety, 1874. Received through P. F. BOSTONIÆ: Typis PATRICII DONAHOE, Cunningham & Son.
1874 Received through Cunningham
& Son. GLORY AND SORROW AND SELIM; or,
The Pacha of Salonica. Translated We gladly recommend to the clergy from the French by a graduate of St.
and episcopricy this specimen; it being, Joseph's, Emmittsburgh. New York as its title and the language in which it Catholic Publication Society, 1874.
is written import, intended especially for Received through P. F. Cunningham them. The open discussion and the im& Son.
portance of the subject on which it treats,
only serve to render its publication more We hope that we are casting no un
important and most timely. It bears merited disparagement upon our
the approbation of several bishops and writers, when we say that we can always the Very Rev. Superior of the Redempmore safely recommend translated Catho
torists. lic books than those from the pens of our native Catholic penmen. Not that the THE LIFE OF ST. JOHN OF THE Cross of morality or sentiments of the latter are THE ORDER OF OUR LADY OF MOUNT generally dangerous; we would by no CARMEL, by David Lewis. New York means insinuate such an opinion ; but Catholic Publication Society, 1874. that they utterly fail to convey the truths Received through Cunningham & Son. they seek to enforce upon the reader's mind, with that charm of diction or Love of the cross is the surest mark of originality of thought which are the Christian's love for God; the imposnaively blended in the works of transat- ing of the cross is the most certain sign lantic authors. Especially is this true of of God's love for the Christian. This juvenile books. Young people are both we know is an incomprehensible doctrine poets and philosophers; their minds must to our ease-loving and corrupt pleasurebe reached through the medium of the seeking age, and we therefore hope that senses captivated by the magic wand of this beautiful life of the great spiritual