^'- %<'^ ^^^^ ^./ -A'- %.^^ ^^Mm^ \^/ \^ &'' •*^l^''- "^-^ ♦^ *i(^ '0> <^ 'i 'k". ''^. J" *^^sJK'. t^ A^ ^^.Va*", '^<'. .c^"^ -^^iiK'. '^^ A^ /.;c(^ Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2010 with funding from The Library of Congress http://www.archive.org/details/parthenonOOroge E-e^e^^^^-c^-^-^^^^^-^-^^^ii V_.' -^ . o.^iC§ j |(SJi^ ,.. c^- PARTH H ^^^ BY J. W. ROGERS. "^IST Part ■% il-^-e-^>-e-^-^-^-^-^-^^-^-^^^^^ Gia T 3T3 PUBLISHER'S NOTICE. § The author of " Parthenon " has been lately represented ^ in the Pan-Electric controversy, as an ignorant and vul- A gar person, bnt the following extracts, which we take from d^ his New York publisher's notice appended to the second T edition of his " Greek Slave," will indicate that his polit- ^ ical enemies have, perhaps, underrated him : ¥ " The most Rev. Archbishop introduced him to the audience * * y very eloquent." — Catholic Telegraph. Q " Introduced by Rev. Wm. Quinn, of St. Peter's Church, to a large j^ and appreciative audience. Was frequently interrupted by loud ap- T plause. Able and erudite." — iV. Y. Herald. P )^ " Great ability as a lecturer — eloquent — interesting — popular." — |5) Bev. I. T. Eecker, Editor " Catholic World:' 1 " Great success." " Unusually delighted audience." " Eloquent T and live man." — N. Y. Freeman's Journal, ^ "Maintained a learned and subtle argument."— i\r. Y. Times. ^ "Rising to the loftiest flights of eloquence."— i\7ew Orleans Times. (^ " Humorous, pathetic and impassioned; evidently born to move Y. men." — New Orleans Picayune. (p "Introduced by Rev. Thos. Foley, V. G., the most Rev. Archbishop ^ Bpaulding, the Bishop of North Carolina, and about twenty of the Jjv Rev. clergy on the stage. * * Frank and highly intellectual." — ^ Baltimore Mirror. O " Graceful manner ; rich imagery ; eloquent delivery ; highly ornate ^ and classic." — St. Louis Times. JL " Nous avons rarement rencontre dans un m^me homme autant des ^ qualites qui font le veritable orateur. Voix flexible et sonore, gestes ^(( admirable de naturel, style plein d'images et de nerf, et un coBur con- tenu d'ou falait le sentiment avec une force qui souleve I'auditoire et I'entraine absolument. — Nouveau Monde, Montreal. " Finished speaker. * * * Manner, gestures, antecedents and honesty all conspired to interest and edify." — Cincinnati Telegraph. _" An immense audience assembled at Greenlaw Opera House to hear him. * * * Spell-bound for two hours." — Memphis Appeal. " Edifice packed * * * may he receive as hearty a welcome wherever he may go as has been given him in New York." -N. Y. Tablet. " A fine intellectual and oratorical eQ"ort." — Newark Register. " Introduced by Bishop McQuade. Spoke extemporaneously, with great force and eloquence." — Uochester Union and Advertiser. "Handled his subject logically and powerfully * * * with a concisent'ss and clearness rarely heard." — Wheeling Daily Register. !==^=©=^=@==@==0=^=@==^=^=^=^^=©=^^ •5 " He possesses, in an eminent degree, the peculiar faculty of fixing the attention and interesting tlie feeling of his hearers. From the commencement to the close, his discourses are a succession of brilliant and sparkling thoughts, with occasional outbursts of impassiouate declamation." " A beautiful poem, indicating the author's learning and refinement." —^. Y. Tablet: "The Southern press has been for several weeks filled with lauda- tory notices of this poem " — Mobile Advertiser and Register. " A casket of rare gems, in the guise of a poem, presented to the pub- lic, which we have just finished reading. Our limits will not permit a merited review of this lengthy and brilliant production, but we would say to those whose souls are attuned to the warblings of genuine poesy, to read and admire it for themselves. It is a story of intense passion, and from beginning to end is luminous with genius In this thrilling narrative is blended, with a master's hand, the travels of the author in the Mediterranean sea, and his impressions of Italy, Sardinia, Carth- age, &c. The apostrophe to Italy is very nearly inimitable in its sub- limity aud.pathos. 'Blue domed and beautiful,' the poet's eye sees her glory as we do the pomp of riven sunset clouds, after the storm has spent its fury. We are literally baptized in a sea of ineffable gran- deur as we are lioated back to tlie shrines of ' the world's dead mis- tress,' and when our ardor cools, still, as the author expresses it, ' Her thousand colors on our spirits lie. Soft as the stars in yonder tranquil sky. ' " — Selma Times. " Spoken highly of by the American press. — London Tablet. We lind, in another publication, that the author was lately commended to President Cleveland for the office of assistant attorney in the Department of Justice, by " His Grace, the Archbishop of Baltimore, Primate of the United States, and now His Eminence Cardinal Gibbons ; His Grace, the Archbishop of Philadelphia, and their Lordships, the Bishop of Albany and Buffalo, together with many other dignitaries, both in Church and State; thegreatest of living Generals ; Senators; Congressmen; presidents and professors of colleges ; the most eminent of lawyers, among them Hon. Arthur McArthur, of the Supreme Court of the District of Columbia, and the lead- ing members of the Washington bar, where the author has practised law for the last ten years." ?s * -♦^■^^^|(J(=^^'^=©==^=©==©^=©=^0==©==^^=©=^ PREFSCE TO " PARTHENON.' This Poem, in four parts, describes Parthenon and the surrounding man- ors — her own external beauty, and inner life : giving at the same time, a sketch of the four Seasons, one in each part. Whether poetry or not, many of the verses inculcate morality, and may rise above the ordinary sensational sermon. I leave itjn the groves of Parthenon, where many an unseen flower offers incense to the skies !— at any rate being finished at midnight on Xmas eve, it will last as long as the Xmas tree, to cheer the home it describes ; Exalt- ing the Blessed Virgin, while it honors the Catholic Church, and defends Christianity. -©^^-^-e-^-^e-^-e-^-e-^-^-^-^-^-^-^ii mEDICATIOK Without their knowledge, consent or approval, I take the liberty (but with reverence and affection) of dedicating these verses to THE SOCIETY OF JESUS, * "What!" exclaims poor IngersoU, "dedicate your poem, seemingly American, to a foreign society, and to America's worst enemy ?" Not to "a foreign society," but to the daring heroes who once owned, by right of h, discovery, the greater part of the United States and Canada; who threw open their hospitable doors to your fathers and prohibited persecution, gave peaceful homes to the persecuted Quaker and all the waters of the Chesapeake to the most enthusiastic Baptist. Yes, the Jesuits. Their ^ bleeding steps may still be traced from Chesapeake Bay to the Rocky Mountains, and from the Lake of the Woods to the Gulf of Mexico. Not " America's worst enemy," but her best friend. I behold them flying from nation to nation, like Joseph, Jesus and Mary in their flight to Egypt. They represent " the Holy Family," and should be borne on your shoulders to make the picture complete. The roar of the kingly lion has never deterred them, and they will not now regard his skin, even when it seems to bray ! He may browse unrestrained on the greenest grass, but the stars shine on above him forever. Venerable Fathers, what mighty dynasties have fallen, what crowns and sceptres have mingled with the dust, since your glorious founder, St. Igna- tius Loyola, lead the forlorn hope of Christianity, learning and civilization ! 5 >==®=^^^=^=@==©=:^=@'^=@=>^^=^< His apostles gave to the Oriental world — to China, India, Japan, Thibet and Burmah — a jewel noore precious than all their Khoinoors ! They checked the madness of Europe in the sixteenth century, trod the burning sands of Africa, and penetrated the wilds of America. Persecuted in one land, they flew^to another ; but flew only to herald their persecuted master; or died embracing the crucifix with "smiles of triumph! Fly on, angelic host ! — holier than the angels, in " the new nature " given you. Fly on like eagles, over continents and rivers, lakes, oceans, moun- tains, to the skies! How do kings still tremble before you, while wicked nations and bad men exclaim : " Let us alone. What have we to do with Thee, Thou Jesus of Nazareth !'' for this is the sole thought of unclean souls ! Even while I thus presume to address you, a voice comes from "The Ancient of Days" — from yon "Eternal City:" as " Sint hae litterae Nostrae testes amoris, quo iugitur prosecuti sumus et prosequimur inclytam Societatem lesu Praedecessoribus Nostris ac Nobis ipsis devotissimam, fecundam, turn sanctunoniae turn sapientiae laude praestantium virorum nutricem, solidae sanaeque altricem doctrinae ; quae graves licet propter iustitiam persecutioues porpessa, nunquam in exco- lenda vinea Domini alacri invictoquc anirao adlaborare desistit. Pergat igitur bene merita Societas lesu, ab ipso Concilio Trideutino commeudata et a praedecessoribus Nostris praeconio laudum cumulata, pergat in tanta hominum perversilate contra lesu Christi Ecclesiam suura persequi institu- tum ad maiorem Dei gloriam senipiternamque animarum salutem ; pergat suo ministerio in sacris expeditionibus infideles el haereticos ad veritatis lucem^ traducere et revocare, iuventutem christiauis virtutibus bonisque artibus imbuere, philosophicas ac theologicas disciplinas ad mentem Ange- lici Doctoris tradere. Interea dilectissimam Nobis Societatem lesu pera- manter complectentes, Societatis eiusdem Praeposito Generali et eius Vicario singulisque aluninis Apostolicam impertimus benedictionem. Datum Romae, apud 8. Petrum, sub annulo Piscatoris, die XIII Julii, MDCCCLXXXVI, Pontificatus, Nostri anno nouo. M. Card. Ledochowski. Te Watchmen on the ramparts of heaven, behold your work of centuries ! Look down on Parthenon, the last of your benefactions ! Behold " My Maryland," where your wisdom first proclaimed Religious Liberty ! Par- don her faults and guard her sacred homes ! Not Maryland alone, nor St. Mary's cross-teeming valleys, nor Blackstone's Island, still burning with your sacred footprints, could circumscribe your charity. The thunders of Niagara speak to a mighty nation, and remind it of your devotion to the Iriquois! Her smiling rainbows, at the footstool of power, recall the in- cense ye offered to St. Lawrence, while your mother, the Catholic Church, still spreads sublimer rainbows above the stormy elements of Humanity ! Boston remembers your embassy from Montreal, in the darkest hour of the colonies, when ye came to meet our Jesuit, the mitred Carroll, in the interest of bleeding patriotism, and Catholic soldiers — Kosiusko, La Fay- ette, Pulaski, Baron de Kalb— leading by land, and Barry on the sea, each ■ hilt twining the rosary about its cross and pointing the brave to victory ! What your counsels, your Masses, and your prayers effected eternity may reveal: for your own and kindred orders in the Catholic Church had pre- served for Patrick Henry the whole fabric of Common Law, the Equity of the Civil Law, and the sacred volume which taught him to exclaim : " The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong. There is a God who presides over the destinies of nations. I care not, sirs, what other men may choose, but as for me, give me Liberty, or give me Death !" 4 The Mississippi, discovered by your daring brotherhood — especially La Salle, Marquet and Joliet — still bears to millions the fragrance of your sacrifice, and hundreds of towns and cities and rivers that glitter in the setting sun perpetuate your names. " The meanest rill, the mightiest river. Kolls mingling with your fame forever!" P Then pardon, illustrious Fathers, in this dedication the presumption of ^ one " unworthy to stoop down and unloose the latchet of your shoes," for P!!rijii1llrj|!lte.illiit:jiill!lIiir,jillD(:jiil!liirjl!riirj^^ # # mm « ^» f your own humility and minor offices invite it. Did you not watch over my father's boyhood in yonder classic temple, then so humble, but now adorn- ing a nation's capital ? The same halls have communicated their charity to thousands, who bore it to the multitude, without embracing your creed, which ye guard so sacredly, but obtrude on no one, lest they should tram- ple it under foot. Behold a youthful Corcoran, now sitting at the feet of your Gamaliels in Georgetown, now kindling the torch of his benevolence at your sacred altars, to shine upon the earthquake at Charleston or to pale the fires of Chicago ; to light up the world of art for the multitude, blessing the poor with painting, sculpture and poetry ; or bearing the author of " Home, Sweet Home " from the ruins of ancient Carthage, to lay him on a mother's bosom in America! Did not the same classic halls inspire my 4 sons with your devotion to letters and your love of truth ? Ye have jj blessed ray home at Parthenon by your presence, and touched its jewels J^ with your sanctity — ^ Each jewel there a character detlned, ^g Automic as the sun. <^ Yet sparkling- as the dews of heaven. And raeltlna- into one— With such a gem I ask for nothing more— My heaven and earth in one bright Khoinoorl With you to bless us. and a conscience clear ; I sing the changing seasons of the year ! ,\ , — >--ft- .1, LTj.iii1l!Hiir- ■mll'ltig: iiiftir iiffltnr jnHlk nitflliir j4%r iitllltiir A »% iijifltiir A Rgl -^ # 4^ jBii!irKjiiii!iiiiuiiii!ifiiuiii!iriir,jiiicjiiitiiui4 j«pirjipnipirjiipiL- Jiipir Jipiniijipirjiiiiiir jiip^^^ «* w BP1T0ME; 0P PARTHEN0N. Spring. Sweet Spring sat listening to her feathered throng, While gazed upon her face, the violet blue ; J^ The redbird trembled with voluptuous song ^fc To the young flowers — for he had learned to woo, ^» And taught rae, Leila, how to sing for you. ^m Summer. ^ m Then came bright Summer — we were one: W §P The stock dove cooed, from many a stately tree; ^^ w Each flower stood listening in the noonday sun, W ^ Un visited by humming bird or bee — W W Chained by the loving songs, I sang to Thee. ^r W Antumn. w ^ Then came brown Autumn ; and her faded leaves j Were quivering to the blast, or haply strewn \ On melancholy graves. Her rustling sheaves, ^ C And chirping insects — mournful e'en at noon — ^^^ k Gave, to my harp, its melancholy tune. Winter. ^Tis now dread Winter clad in shroud of snow; Yon kneeling snow-bird asks a paltry meal, In isolated chirpings, sad and low, Making to Heaven his last appeal : So chirps my harp ; and so to Heaven I kneel ! 9 E a J«l% jllll|iuill!iiiir.a)1l!lk Jiilllir Jiiltiiuilluiitiii: Jiiftiuilffiirjik jifflk tjj B a W- %'■ -^l"^ ^F ^gi^"^B"'-'^'B'^^B'''^ffl'"P'"1iil!"«iy Ea ma PiSI ma Spring — with its Vernal Constellations and prophecies to m^ Parthenon. ^1 Earth, at this season, enters Virgo, which leads and inter- ^^ prets the minor galaxies, Libra, Scorpio and Sagittarius. m^ 1^^ Flying around the Sun, tliro' boundless space, ^11 Earth sees him more intent upon her face, m Blushes in beauty, and displays her charms, H^ While Virgo's jewels flash upon her arms; Ba II Prolific Vifies and Corn, to heaven they lift,* c:3 ^|{ Prophetical of sacramental gift. C3 ^§ She whispers to the panting Earth : " Beware! cs E3 " Your safety lies in sacrament and prayer. Ea r3 " Remember how, when yet the world was young, eg E3 " E'er prophet spake, or raptured minstrel sung. ^| Ea " Noah came forth, from God's own brightness, blind,t ^-^ E3 " And gave the Zodiac, to teach mankind. ^^ II " Leo, the mighty, and the Virgin true, HI " Were given by heaven — Themselves a heaven for you 1 j^^ E3 " Chaldean Shepherd, and Egyptian King, m^ " Beheld me gazing on enraptured Spring, E3 " Like Iris changing — changing but the name, ca "My benefactions ever more the same. E3 153 *The figure of Isis was adored by the Egyptians in this constellation, who ^'|l represented her as carrying branches and corn in her arms. Even the Chinese j^^ Zodiac preserves the yelloic corn. f^^y% tMentetn nostram non minus caligare ad Divina, quam oculos noctuae ad tJij c. 1- WEI lumen boas. gjgj Grotius de veritate, p. 181, annol : (b) supported by Aristotle's Metaphysicorum m.TSi -II chap-1. ^^ 10 la p.3P:.-^E:3F:3ir3E3r.'5F.3P:3r.3EaE3 ~t.ait:at:aiu:aikat^at:at:at:aib:a£S2Bia " Now Thetis, then Aphrodite awhile, || " All Heaven and Earth rejoicing in my smile. || "Pallas Athene; — Parthenon sublime || " And Iris rose upon the wings of time ; H " Chaldean first beheld her wings unfurled, || " With seven colors shining on the world — || ^a " What means that rainbow ? Who those colors gave ? — Ea "^ " Seven sacraments to light the very grave !* |a " Chaldean Shepherds o'er the mountains trod, || " Saluted Mary and adored their God ! || ^^ " Tho' new the name — all men had worshiped me, || ^^ " The light of earth, and glory of the sea — || ^^ " A Yirgin blessed with heaven's own purity ! || ►ia . . . Ba r^ " Devils mio;ht counterfeit my form m part, Ka P.3 " But still this image rested on the heart ; Ea 1531 " Honored throughout the world one sacred name, ii Kjia Ea K^ " Till Luther fell, and lustful Henry came. P| Ea . "^ fc^a ^;^ " See Scorpio, bent into a gai'land great, |3 J^;^ " As if to crown the universe with crime, il b,a _ ' ta ^^ " While his huge claws assail thy very gate, 1^ " O Justice ! looking down from heaven sublime, |.^ " They clutch at stars, and climb the very skies, H " But Pan Electric's thunders blast them as they rise. ea f\^ " Lo, Sagitarius, on another side, " Assails the scorpion, with his bended bow,t r.^ ^a Ra isa p;g *Sapientia aediflcavit sibi domura, excidit coliimnis septem. * * * * jjjg. ^^ cuit vinum, et proposuit mensani saam. Misit anoillias suas ut vocarent ad arcem ^^ {columnis septem) et 3.6. va.(sma.Q.\v\ta.t\a: * * * * Venite, comediteiJaweffimeum, JSa et bibite vinum quod miscuit vobis. In testis B. M. V. SU tArcum conteret, et confringet arma; et Scuta comburet igni. EaEaeata^iitjtatiatiitaKaea ^^ <^-^^ ll-e-^-^-^-^-^^-^-^'^^-^^-^-^'^H^-^-^iJ^ ^ £3 " For Truth and Justice ever more preside, " Tho' tender mercies from my bosom flow, " Till myriad constellations lost in one " Shall shine forever — God's anointed Son !" f * K^=£iH&~^iJ-^^e=$=©-^-e--«^-eH^-^^^ * Parthenon— Part I. Spring. Now the red maple kisses the blue skye, Peach blossoms scent the river, and the shore; Ten thousand beauties break upon the eye, And the bluebird builds her cottage at ray door ; Her songs of sweetness emulating mine, To " Home, sweet home," and Parthenon divine. All nature smiles, but April showers, soon May cloud her beauty ; or returning night Snatch it from Parthenon ; but the sweet moon Shall fill yon valley with a flood of light ; And the stars sing on, as they were singing here,* When Eve was beautiful and Earth without a tear ! Then pause a moment, and attend my song. O, ever changing Nature — sad or bright — My own capricious Beauty ! how I long To clasp thee with a lover's fond delight ; To hold thee with a Seraph's pure embrace, And gaze forever on thy matchless face ! Now in sweet sunshine, now in clouds — Ah me! With roses on thy bosom, or a crown of thorn, Thou art more than beautiful ; and must be My heart's own idol, noon, and night, and morn. *"And the morning stars sang together for joy 1" 13 * BI3 Bia.rCS fCS rC^ rCS rO^ =^=^=^=^^@=^-@=^>J<. Till close these eyes forever, then in tears, Behold me, listening to the music of thy spheres (^ * We met this morning, when thy robe of green, Resplendent with its dew drops (fairer far Than tawdry diamonds) scarcely could be seen, For shadows waiting on the morning Star, That crowned my Beautiful ; but vanished soon, "When thou didst put aside thy crescent moon. That crown and crescent, gently laid aside, Ten thousand songsters with enraptured strain, Salute their Queen — Heaven's own Mysterious Bride !' And the whole world is beautiful again. For Mary — like, from Bethlehem, you greet. Wise men, with incense, falling at your feet. In every land, from western mountain wild. To gorgeous City and the storied East, Wise men, with offerings to the Holy Child, Invite the Pilgrim to a heavenly feast ; <^l ♦The doctrine of celestial harmony, wa;^ common to all the nations of the East, To this divine music Euripides alludes :— " Thee I invoke thou self-created Being, who gave birth to Nature, and whom light and darkness, and the whole train of globes encircle with eternal music." Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patinas of bright gold ; ' There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st. But in his motion like an angel sings. Still quii'ing to the young eyed cherubim ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Hhakespeaj'e. u l^ While Nature brings, tho' fallen once with man, The tears and spices of a Magdalen.* Nor these alone ; as well my humble cot, O, Nature, and its inmates kneel with Thee; Thy beauty hovering o'er each hallowed spot. In sunshine and in shower, each vine and tree, The verdant lawn, encircled by yon blue Eternal Mountains, kneel to Heaven with you. Here gentle lovers wander, sigh and talk, Followed by roses, with as tender sighs ; Sweet daflPodils enamel every walk. And violets look up, with soft blue eyes ; While gushes from the ground a fragrant flood, O, Hyacinthus, in thy purple blood ! That blood, sweet boy — Parthena's sacred art, Apollo bright, and Hercules the strong, . Diana's bow, and even Cupid's dart. What are they now ? an ill-remembered song — Gone with the warrior and his broken hilt — Scarce echoed by the temples to them built 1 And so must pass ray Parthenon, with time ; These scenes of beauty all be marred ; but then ETERNAL TRUTH built in lofty rhyme. Thro' broken columns, and the homes of men. Shall still resound ; and every cadence sweet O, Parthenon, bring homage to thy feet. *"The whole creation grroaneth, and travaileth together until now." (St. Paul.) "All nature felt the wound." (Paradise Lost.) 15 ^ # ^ Sweet honeysuckles, to the breezes bend, mm With boug-hs and bees, above iny humble thatch ; ^m While merry voices, with their murmurs blend, «^ And morning sings for joy. O let me catch ii A glimpse of angels, passing to thy view, ^ And dwell sweet Nature, evermore with you ! # • . ■ M^ Here let me dwell, on Parthenon with her, J^ Whom ancient M^sdom pictured J9wre and wise; Ji Fell at her maiden feet, a worshiper, i^ And built great temples, 'til they touched the skies 4^ Parthena heit, but now an empty name, 4m Except that Parthenon preserves her fame.* €» m ^ Yon blue horizon, with cerulean wall, Of lovely mountains, holding in their arms Manors of olden time ; but more than all, ^ Their memories, exalt thy matchless charms, 4^ Become, O Parthenon ! a part of thee, ^ And live forever in thy minstrelsy. Yon capitol, with battlements that loom. Like a lone city wedded to the skye : Now gazes on Mount Vernon's lonely tomb, And pays to Washington a pensive sigh ; Then turns to Parthenon, with smile as bright As the gay sunbeam dancing on its height ! ^ Thro' yonder gorges blue, more distant hills, jf Like monarch ironclads along the deep, JO ♦The name may perish but man's ideal of Isis, Aphrodite and Parthena, must «^ live on while the soul of man survives. Not only Wisdom, but immaculate purity M^ U sipressed in this very word Aphrodite. 32 16 W - ^J^ jiigc jiipiE MiijiBi:- aK|||ii- :iiigiit :iiigiii Mgnnipt jiiiij|it-jiij|j|illl1ilj|j||it-a!||»r g 3 ss i Jiiftnuiftir Jiltcjiilfcr. Jiiulllirjiii^^^ jii1l!ltiir,3j1II|nr.Mfrc;i|iltnr. B0I \ jipoiiijiL- jiijijijiniipirjipic^iraiiprjiijijijr jipr ji||nirjiii|j|!iL %k ea t May heave volcanic fires, if Nature wills, ^^ Or like an infant on her bosom sleep — ^b O, scenes of beauty, lift your heads and sing, ^^ My household angels beautiful as spring! w f JEWELS OF PARTHENON. W if Ah, lovely Leila — fading but more dear, ^^ Like pensive Autumn, with her hectic shades ^p Crowned with glories of the parting year — ^f Each floweret fadino- — lovelier as it fades, w O, far more beautiful than morning's glow, W ►i^ Yon shadows lengthening in the vale below Those lengthening shadows, where the streamlets leap, Are lovelier for the streams so crystal bright, % More beautiful where yonder roses sleep, ^r W Eternal Morn upon the lap of Night! Those streams and roses but the counterpart Of your own loveliness, ye treasures of my heart! How oft, in yonder portico, at eve, ^ Like angels' wings, its arches bending o'er. With songs of merriment your bosoms heave, Or tears salute some memory of yore! ^f Then roused again, from transient tears oj* sighs, Ye light the hour, with laughter as it flies. O, songs divine! O, beauty singing there! Never did miser, more his treasures bless, Tremble to touch, or feel them half so dear, As my full heart, this world of loveliness! E a Auitnoiltioiiiii: jnltk jiillc jiiRiuiiftir .iiiliiir.Mllir Jiiftnrjiiftiir »Tj _.,. -w v->-..^. Mk, * E3t;-ie:je3eaejiit2t:ae:^t:2t:3E3^^ EM II And can it be, that frosty wind may sweep, 11 My flowers from Parthenon, to yonder steep! 1521 Again they sing — now deep and solemn strain ! 153 " Sweet ho7ne^^ perchance, or plaintive " auld lang syne" Ea Now classic mel.'^dy, or deep refrain, Ea From Handel, Fauvre, or llenbenstein — i.^ Swelling to Heaven, so beautiful and sweet, E.J o ' , ^ ' T ^^ That unseen angels linger at their feet 1 % pj? Bending with Franklin, gazing on a spark, m pa Genius sublime, but unpretending; see! Ea ESI Or rather wisdom, soaring with the lark, ca Bi3 ihro all the reo-ions ot i hilosophy, rss C3 Where technic halls, with many a queer device, Ea i^ Learning;, and wit, from every land entice, E3 m But fly, my harp, sublimity ; and sleep, H bI While vulgar doggerels to the banjo sing, || Ba Another subject from Perdition's deep, ^a En Offers a resjjite to thy lofty string, eSs Let meaner objects shuffle for a while — E3i Unworthy Genius or his gentle smile! ESi Lately yon senate in a venal rage,* || Crawled at his winged feet, to gather muck, ^| Became the by-word of a laughing age, ^|j And gave a world of merriment to "i-*McA;" — || He "girdled Earth, in forty seconds" — now, ci Let Pan Electric Statesmen, tell us hovp ?t Hsi Ea ■ — — pj^ *Sacra fames auri. Sec Appendix. A, B. ^g tThe Pan-Eleetric Company have, on their stock, an engraving of Puck, ex- pHjg claiming, " I (lirdle tarth in forty secouus." ES E^£li;«^- MM In " forty seconds," they bad pounced upon, ^| A '^world^^ of genius, — girdled it around — ^| And maddened, by the seeming victory won, ^^ Trampled their Benefactor to the ground ; |g But springing up, be only telegraphed — H Touched them with lightning, and the whole world laughed ! ii A great guffaw, burst forth from Uncle jSam, ^^ Echoed by all from Mexico to Maine, |^ Cleveland's great jelly, shook into a jam ; H W And rapture lighted up the face of Blaine. ^^ 1^ The lightning ceased — Its author let them go, ^H g^ Pitied alike, by laughing friend, and foe, |g p;.3i J5ia K^ But now in yonder halls, serene as sprinj::, Eisi Pia He weaves the liffhtnino; to a wreath of flowers: sa pa Or labor finished, where the linnet sino;s, ga HI! Wanders with Beauty to her fairest bowers — i^ ^a "^ ^a 11 Dove-like in peace, but terrible in wrath, || llj If Young assail, or Garland cross his path! ^| rria But Parthenon, despite the Statesman's craft £!a R3I Shall flow thro' aires, bearing; them along: : Ra Ages shall laugh, as first a nation laughed, p:a To see them whirling; on the tide of song;: Ea ppj There shall they live, like ripplets on a river — pa Like flies in amber,* let them live forever! ^^ Return my harp to Parthenon, and sing ^^ Manhoods own Kohinoors, in yonder throng; mi j^~^ *ELEUTRON— Electricity was first discovered in Amber; from the Greolc of prrg which substance, its name was derived ; long before Lysander, another statesman. ^a '• eked out the lion's skin, with the foxes!" e;3 19 ii-^-^-^-^-^-f^-^-^-^^'-^-e-e-^^-^-e-^^^^ t t * To dashing chivalry, 3'onr honors bring, For youth and valor listen to tlio song : There do they stand ; to home and heaven true, Their souls as lofty as yon mountains blue ! Bridget and Barney lowliest in the rounds Of Jacob's ladder reaching to the skies. Now herd my flocks, or linger on the grounds, And find a heaven in each others eyes — Their love as true, without the pomp of wealth, Their riches Hojior, Purity and Health. Such dower was thine, O, guardian of my home, |^ Mysterious Mary, ever young and fair ! Mightier than all the muniments of Home, And yet a gentle mother smiling there. Of fallen empires — ruined worlds a part. She comes to me, and breathes upon my heart — Points to the flowers, blooming at my feet, To stars above me, looking down from Heaven. Then to my "jewels;" and in accent sweet: " Dost know for what ? — by whom such joys were given ? Start not immortal ! they were given by me — Handmaid of heaven from Eternity !"'^' And oft recounting such mysterious words, I seek companionship with vulgar men. Who fly away, like shallow pated birds, Laugh at my dreams, and pity me — but then, *Uno modo in Seipso. Secundum quo! jam in actu est. Et sic non consldera- tur ut futurum, Sed ut praoscns. (St. Thomas quaestio xiv, p. 131.) She whispers soft : " TheoioTcos,* supreme, Was God's eternal thought, and Heaven's awakening dream ! Then points to Egypt, once her mystic home, Whose pyramids but mock the dead within, To lost Persepolis and Ancient Rome, As monuments of misery and sin. But promises, while 3'ondcr sun toils on, Humility and Faith to Parthenon !f Last, but not least, yon owl;]: O, Parthenon, Thy guest from Athens, at my very door ! 'Tis a strange thing, but there she ponders on Thy mysteries, and Parthenon of yore ; All day — all night — her temple in yon tree. She offers up her lonely life to thee ! Never so strange a thing, that owlet came. To gaze upon a cottage, night and day ! If bird or devil, syllable some name! Art Thetis or Minerva, or but common clay? Who sent thee hither? where thy temple now, Changed for yon willow, and its hollow bough ! "Mother of God, in the Catholic creed was inserted to fence out. from the Church aU Heretics, who denied that our Divine Lord's Divine Nature was born of the Blessed Virgin.— Prov. 9, & 31. & 10. Canllelos, 24:24. Isa. 7:14-11, 1-19. 1. Luko 42:43. Matt. 2:13. John 19:35. Gen. 3/. 15-24: 17. Ps. 18 : 6-44 9 & 10, 41 :5fl. tHoyt Nichol's fine poeui, ninkes the Sun " toil on " without a Sabbath, Alas I how bleak the Poet's mountains I His soul, how desolate ! tAn owl makes her home in a hollow willow at the front door of Parthenon, and has grown so tame, that the children feed it— I have seized upon this circum- stance to contrastpaganism with Christianity— so far as the owl, sacred to Minerva, suggests that all mankind, yearn for an immaculate Virgin-mother. 21 li-^-^-^-^-^^^-^-^-^^-^^^-^-^-^^-^-^-^lJ^^ Didst gaze on Athens and her Parthenon, When Socrates drank Hemlock; and, alas! Looked up despairing to the very sun, I That lighted up Plataea and thy pass, I O grand Thermopoljse ; but gave mankind I Only a light that struck the nations blind !* I I Didst hear his high philosophy ? or Plato's song, I Discoursing with the stars, but all in vain ? ) O, tell me owl mysterious, how long ) The nations slept ! and shall they sleep again ! ' ) Say, where Minerva? Do the stars shine on ? ) Then where thy Goddess — "Where her Parthenon ! ) ) Now the bright moon again comes up in gold, ) Another Goddess, with a Virgin's mien : ) And nature seems her very breath to hold, ^ Enraptured by the beauty of the scene; i) But shedding tears,^ she cried : "unshriven owl !" ^ "Reveal the mystery of thy mournful scowl !" I |) When thus it answered: "now unsanctified, " But 'ere the stars came forth, I dwelt in Heaven, " And scowl to gaze upon yon ruin wide — " My worship vanished, and my temples riven ! " For I was beautiful, at God's right hand, " And weighed in balances, the sea and land !"t ♦Aesculapius to whom Socrates offered up a cocA. just before he drank the hemlock, was a son of Apollo— the Sun. tBeforo the mountains were settled, before the hills was I brought forth and when he prepared the Heavens. I was there : Then I was by Him, as one brought up with him ; and I was daily His delight.— Prov. Ch. viii, v. 25-30. Minerva had told this lie so long to the Athenians, that possibly she had como to believe it : but 83 " Cast out with Satan, for my wisdom's pride, " Long did I lead the nations deeper down : " My Parthenon was then Appolyon's pride ; " Glory of Athens, and her brightest crown ! " No heart have I to feel, but fully know, " Tiiat knowledge can not lift us from below ! Then a soft whisper rustled through the wood : " My name Minerva — nothing to yon Bride, " Who gives to Heaven and Earth her precious blood, " Flowing on Calvary, from Jehovah's side, "Weep not O, nature! Heaven and Earth attest, " And echo their loud cry finitum est. " Yourself, as well, stood once at God's right hand,* " Beheld the rising universe and smiled, " Yon rolling ocean, and my measured land, " Eve's vine — clad garden, and her woodland wild — " But Calvary looming up thro' distant years, *' Obscured their brightness, and awoke thy tears. " Eve but embodied, thee in figure dim, ;f " Adam adored, and angels gazed upon — she had only been a suhordinate in Heaven ; and not in any sense comparable to Her spoken of in the Mass and Offices of the Catholic Church, thus: JJominus possedit me in initio viarum suarum antequam quidquam faceret a prlncipio. Ab seterno ordinala sum, et ex antiquis antequam terra floret. Nondum erant abyssi, et ego jam coneepta eram; necdum fontes aquarum eruperant, necdum montes gravi mole, constitei'ant, aate colles ego parturiebar— In Festis B. V. per annum. *Natura antem prior est quam intellectus ; quia natura cujuscumque rel est essentia ejus. Question LX, Conclusio, Articulus I. Est antem hoc commune omni natura? ut habeat aliquam iudinationem, qufe est appetihis naturalis vel amor; qute tamen inclinatio diversimodi invenitur In diversis naturis, in iniaquacunque secundum modum ejus. tPraterea quod non creatum, non est oreatura. Si igitur In his quae sunt a 23 P 7% jnAit jufliir jnllliit lAr Jiill!lliir._™1l!iliir. jnllk .lAr. .iiilHiiuiAi'^^il"'"':-''"'''"^- wti — i. || " Thou from thy God proceeding— Eve trom him, |fc " But now their Paradise forever gone, ^^ " Mary, tiiine own embodiment of grace, «> " Gives, the lost world, a new and heavenly race !* # 4^ " A spotless virgin, to her God resigned, ^^ " But all unconscious of her lofty state — 4h " O'ershadowed by 27ie Holy Ghost, like wind 4h " On yon Baptismal font immaculate; ^1 " Gives the Wew Race, as erst The Holy Ghost, ^» " Brooding o'er Chaofi, yon celestial host.f 4% ] " She sat for ages on' a snow-white throne — 1^ ^ " Built ere the stars came forth — at God's right hand ; ^| % " Built from Eternity, beside His own ; ^| ^1 " And from it gazed upon " The Promised Land " — ^r % " She his first thought (if first with Him could be), I? ^ " And Thou her morning dream — Herself in mystery ? ^r # . # ^ " Each quickened soul, an arrow from the skies, ^ " Falls festering in the rotten flesh of Earth, ^ " But her's all purity, and great as wise, ^ " From God's own bosom struggled to its birth, ^ ^1 natura. non adjungatur creatio, sequitur quod ea quEe sunt a natura, non sunt ^^ creaturre; qitod est hareticum. 3k Sed contra est, quod Augustinius (Super Gen) distinguit opus pi'opas'ationis, ^n quod est opus naturae, ab opere creationis Conclusio. Creatio non admiscetur ^» operibus nalvrce et artis; sed aliquid ad illarum operationcm proesupponitur. 3^ QuEEStio XLV. ^Z Uno modo in Seipso, secundum quod jam in aotu est. Et Sic non considera- ^m tur utfuturvm, sed vitjirasens. St. Thomas questio XIV. P. i:U. ^^ ♦John 1 : 12-]:5. Kph. 1 : 19. 2 : 10. I Peter 1 : 3-23. ^ J tJohn 3: 3— Unus erat toto natura; vultus in orbe; quem di.xere chaos, rudis, ^p indigestaque moles * * ♦ * Sidera coeperunt toto effervescere caelo. Ovid j^ Met. II. If - d^ :ii1!lir jl!lk jiiflk Jiillir. Jillit jilllk jiiltiir-jiiillliir. jnftir.jlllicjiilllirrjillliir. E 3 ^J^iigK aiginaiipit jii||jii«i Mgiii Ji||iufji|i|j|«rjiij|j|iiii- jiigiic 3ii{jii»C-jii|]Jit'jijjpc£;j2| t "And lilvc yon flower, on Death's anointed head, " Remained Immaculate amonor the Dead ! 4> "Destined by Heaven to bruise the serpent's head, " (Alas, poor Eve — her own sweet image there) — " IShc walks the Earth, as one among the dead, " Pure as her Holy Son, and passing fair — " Her Beauty, Nature, God alone could see " In his own bosom, prophesying Thee !* "Lo, the sweet maiden on Judea's hill, " Chosen to be the spotless Bride of God ! " God's holy Mother, suffering every ill — " Chosen to bear the smiting and the rod — " A sweet Redeemer of the lost and blind, " Spotless as snow, but suffering for mankind I " Her soul Immaculate thro' nature reigns — " Inspires each miracle to bless the Earth, " From promised sacrament, in yonder grain, " To Yine clad mountain, and the floweret's birth! " Her sweetest tints O, Nature given to thine, " As God's own Love, and budding worlds combine ! f ♦From the beginning, and 5c/o?v, /he wcrld, was I created ; and unto the world to come, I shall not cease to be; and in the holy dwelling place, I have ministered before Him. And so was I in Jora?alem. And took root in an honorable people, and in the portion of my Go3, his inheritance; aad my abode Is in the full assem- bly of saints— Eccli. 24:6-10. tAnd I. John, saw the New Jerusalem, the holy city, ccming dmon from God, out of Heaven ; prepared as a Bride, adorned for her husband— Apol. 21:?. Even the Pagans had a dim idea of this heavenly love. At ubi Spiritus amcre principorum suorum tactus est. Grotius do vcritate. PhCEnicum Theoloffia. 25 '^^-^H^-e-ii(' 1^ " Behold tliy kingdom, nature, thus enlarged, 1^ " Thy grain and waters, grape and flowers to bo, ^1 " With a new life, and holier function charged. 1^ "In the new kingdom given to Heaven and Thee; ^1 " For Sacramental graces linger with them all — II " Redeemed with man — not angels — from the fall ! llj " No longer now shall sorrow till the ground, II " But Priests of nature cultivate the Earth ; II " The plowman sees an Altar in each mound, II " In every flower a sacramental birth ; ii " While doubly blessed, Gods own anointed Priest, H la " Brings nature's oiFering to the Heavenly Feast ! |a Til? BiSI II " Lo Abel kneeling, with his c(?/'^i and t^i/ie; || II " To make atonement for a brother's ire, ^| II " The Christ prefigured in a Priestly line, b| II " Reaching from Eden, to the world on fire ! * || II " Exalted Nature, look abroad and see Ii II " Yon rising nations — all compelled like thee! eia ^ " Their sacrifices evermore proclaim, || 4 " The Priesthood, a Necessity of Time ; || " In every ofiering to Jehovah's name, || " Wherever altars rise to Heaven sublime ! || " Delusive Earth, and Heaven seem to meet, || " Ever pursued by Adam's bleeding feet ! || " Lo the long line of Aaron robed in red — »3a " Yon gorgeous temple rising up to Heaven, ^a — — iB3a •From the risinp to the going: down of tho sun my name shall be great among ^^^ the Qent\\esa,\i(l.iae\eTy v^acQ Incense shallbeoffereditntomy name. Malach, 4;ll-]2. tia .^d.- < > irag:3g:ag:3E?->j= a »m^^ ■^ When, unlike mine — (Her prodigal at best) — Mary might give your gentler spirit rest ! Deserted village, sleeping at my feet, Once, Bladensburg in military pride; Where sable loungers linger on each street. Indifferent to the Brave, or how they died ; Is yours yon field, where vines and clover wave More mindful of the battle, and the Brave ?* \i The clover leaf — Its blossoms white, and red, ^ All intertwined, and trembling to the breeze I Like a wild harp, thrown down on Glory's bed. Still answering to the murmur of the bees ; Its pensive music; and unbidden sighs, Sweeter than incense, wafted to the skies! Where now your Calverts, and the cavaliers Who sprang to battle? Where the busy throng Crowding yon martf with anxious hopes and fear,3? O, where the pomp of yonder Mansion;}: and the song Of other days? Alas! departed all — Yon dingy cabins now your funeral pall ! Fit retribution for the mournful scenes Of yonder bridge — (another bridge of sighs) — § •Battle of Bladensburg. t Bladensburg. on the Eastern branch of the Potomac, was once a great Tobac- co Mart— the rival of Baltimore. :J:The brick mansion built near the landing by Von Steers, the Antwerp Banker, who filled it with rare gems of art— Is now the property of an old negro named Lee. gDuelling ground. 45 Its fflen detested, where the combat leans On public sentiment, but Heaven defies; AVhat bloody drops have trickled there for years, Alas! outnumbered by poor woman's tears! Here the brave butchers Barron, Chilley, Graves, And other statesmen, in a crimson pool. Prove that the wretch who yields to — never braves The Public — is a coward and a fool — Egregious fool ! who feared the mob and died — At once a murderer and a suicide ! ► Alas, that genius, and exalted worth. In evil hour should venture to such glen ; And yet the noblest — bravest of the earth — Purest of patriots and the best of men — Decatur, Clay, and Hamilton sublime — But let them pass ; 'twas not a vulgar crime. Cut in his stirrups, shining through, and through, But red with rust, behold the name of Clay — * Wg found them where he stood, with gauges true — Better no witness had recalled that day — But there we found them — there the very name, That glitters on the pinnacle of fame. See, on another side, his ashen staff, Cut by his hand from Ashland long ago : *The stirrups of Clay were lately dug up on the duellino: grounds, his name in filagree woi-k on the steps of each. How came they there? His massive ffolrl- head cane, is also at 'Parthenon. The duel was foujjtit at the Chain Bridge, Va.; but probably while Clay was practicing at Bladensbur?, his horse took fright at the tiring and lost his saddle. At any rate his stirrups are here. 4G There still the trees, the birds, the waters langh, Regardless of the hero lying low; Whose relics here are treasured as a gem. More glorious than a l