the event came to pass which determined are now more than one hundred priests, all his future existence. Impelled by as many churches and numerous ininspiration from Heaven, he determined stitutions, there was then not a single to cast away the fascinations attendant priest nor church. After successful upon his rank and in laboring for the missions in Maryland, Virginia and in spiritual welfare of others secure his own different parts of Pennsylvania, he selectsalvation. In a brief autobiography he ed these regions of the Alleghanies for thus explains this important step: more permanent efforts.

"Having landed in Baltimore, I had With the enthusiasm of a beautiful nothing in view but to pursue my jour- soul, he undertook the foundation of a ney through the States, and to qualify Catholic colony which should strive to myself for my original vocation, the emulate the virtues of the primitive profession of arms. However, the un- Christians, and also animated by a truly expected success of the Jacobins, the philosophic spirit, he deprecated the subversion of social order and religion, settlement of emigrants in large cities, and the convulsions in all the countries and made provision for their becoming of Europe, on one side, compared with independent owners of the soil. A rude the tranquil, peaceable, happy condition wooden church for his flock and an of the United States, together with some humble log-cabin for his own residence. serious considerations, naturally suggest- were erected, and then began those ed by those events, on the vanity of labors in that wilderness which tried all worldly grandeur and preferment, and his strength and endurance. The humble many other things which would be too church among the wild and trackless tedious to mention, caused me, with the woods of the Alleghany Mountains advice of the Rt. Rev. Bishop Carroll, formed rather a startling contrast to to renounce my schemes of pride and the chapel of the Gallitzin family at St. ambition, and to embrace the clerical, Petersburg, whose beauty called forth profession for the benefit of the Ameri- the admiration of Madame Swetchine. can Mission.”

Gallitzin entered the Seminary of St. Sulpice, then recently founded by priests who had been driven from revolutionary France, and in 1795 was ordained. Despite inducements offered him to remain in the seclusion of St. Sulpice and devote himself to peaceful meditation and scientific research, he chose the hard lot of a missionary in the United States. Three-quarters of a century have passed, and the onerous labors now imposed upon the the priesthood, even with increased resources at their disposal, must afford an idea of the heroism prompting such a resolution at such a period. What at present comprises almost three dioceses in Western Pennsylvania, was the scene of his exertions, and where there

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As his colony scheme developed itself and gave prospects of success, he was eager to obtain the proceeds of his Russian possessions; but the laws of that Empire recognized not the rights of one who had become a Catholic priest. However, through the influence of powerful friends he obtained a portion of his birthright, which was soon exhausted by the needs of his little community. Calculating upon additional remittances from Russia, he purchased clothing, medical stores, flour-mills and other necessaries, thereby involving himself heavily in debt. His father having suddenly died in Saxony, his friends united in craving his presence in Europe, that he might secure the vast estates of the Gallitzin family, and his mother obtained special permission from

plished in the service of his Master, with all the force of mental and physical energy, no man can fully tell before that

the Czar for his return. She also wrote to Bishop Carroll to use his influence in urging her son; but Gallitzin convinced the bishop of the wisdom of his resolu- Judgment Day when the humble shall tion to remain in America. Wealth, be exalted and the laborer in the vinehonor and even ecclesiastical preferment yard receive his reward.. awaited him in Europe, but his humble flock on the rough slope of the Alleghanies were not called upon to mourn the departure of their beloved father. He wrote to his mother:

"Whatever I might gain by the voyage to Europe in a temporal point of view, cannot, in my estimation, be compared with the loss of a single soul that might be occasioned by my absence.”

Again he was urged to visit Europe, and the courts of many Catholic nations. were prepared to receive him with honor and respect. But he wrote in reply:

"I am afraid my voyage to Europe must be deferred ad Græcas Kalendas. Being in my sixty-seventh year, burdened, moreover, with the remnant of my debts, reduced from $18,000 to $2,500, I had better spend my few remaining days, if any, in trying to pay off that balance and in preparing for a longer journey."

By a decree of the Senate of St. Petersburg, his inheritance was given to his sister, Princess Maria Anna; but the Gallitzin was of a quick temperament, laws could not prevent her from dispos- but ever preserved a noble demeanor, ing of the property and sending the which attracted to him many friends, proceeds to him. Unfortunately for the even of a different belief from his own, execution of such an arrangement, she and who generously assisted him in his shortly afterward married the profligate philanthropic mission. The Pope sent Prince de Salm, who soon squandered him a donation, accompanied by exher fortune and deprived Gallitzin of pressions of his august approval. Among his share. How severe such a disap- his many admirers was Baron Francis de pointment must have been can be readily understood when the purpose is remembered for which he designed his longexpected wealth.

Maltitz, Russian Ambassador at Washington, who had advanced him $5,000, taking his bond as security. During a brief visit of the Reverend Prince

A feeble estimate can be formed of to Washington, the ambassador gave a the numerous difficulties which surround- magnificent entertainment in his honor, éd the Reverend Prince, but never at which were present Henry Clay and daunted his noble spirit. Oppressed by other distinguished men. Toward the anxiety to recover his fortune and relieve end of a sumptuous repast, the Prince, his indebtedness, he had also to sustain who sat next the Baron, whispered: the cares and responsibilities of his col-"Your Excellency, what about my bond ony. The constant demands upon his for the $5,000 ?" The ambassador, takcharity were replied to with a willingness ing the bond from his pocket, made anwhich impoverished himself, and by swer by deliberately lighting his cigar cheering words and example he sustained with it, and no more was heard of the the pioneers around him amid their toil document. Such were the tributes paid and privation. How he transformed to this great man, and such the universal despondency into trusting faith, how homage of love and respect offered him by many souls he nourished until they be- the humble and the illustrious alike. Nor came strong again, what deeds he accom- was his unbounded charity and holy zeal

With ivy and the yew-tree round the mind.

This morn we wandered to the myrtle-grove,
Where mouldering lies a heart, whose chords of

love

his only merit. Humility formed no less ( To us it came, a day all consecrate a prominent feature of his character, and Unto a sad, most mournful, tearful date, Which each revolving year brought back; and for many years he laid aside the name of twined Gallitzin, and was known only as the Rev. Mr. Smith. Living before the time of Father Matthew, he was yet an earnest advocate of the temperance cause, and sobriety was a virtue frequently commended by him to his flock. Though his career was one of endless action, he found time to write several controversial tracts, which attest the learning and talent of their author. After expending the portion of his fortune which he recovered, amounting to no less than $150,000, and after fortyone years of priestly labor, a thriving town and a numerous happy people testified to the completeness of his earthly mission. At last God called him away, and on the 6th of May, 1841, his spirit fled to a better clime. Gallitzin was indeed

a prince, not merely by right of royal title or noble birth, but so distinguished among his fellow-men by the dignity of a sanctified manhood. In the days to come, when his fond dream shall be realized and the United States form a grand Catholic republic, no life in its history shall command more respect and veneration from its citizens than that of the Rev. Prince Demetrius de Gallitzin, the famed "Apostle of the Alleghanies."

CITYBOUND.

VISIT TO A MOTHER'S GRAVE.

Sunshine waked gladness, and its early ray
Flushed crimson on the dawning summer day.
And sadness, else so sweet, seemed now alloy,
So purified the heart was with a perfect joy.
Could sorrow here creep in and rule the day?
Seemed it not rather distant, as the spray
That crests some far-off wave, but breaks before
Its glist'ning whiteness nears the sandy shore.
If unto all a joy, to us it rose-

Were of such tender and such tuneful strain,
A harsh note there had been sought all in vain.
We went in sadness, children of one home;
Much marveling why the sapphire vaulted dome
Above, was not with gloominess o'erspread,
In sympathy with those that mourned the dead;
Much marveling why the glad and glorious sun,
Should stream his unmatched glory down upon
The beauty and the loveliness of earth,
To wanton gaily; while in grief profound,
And, half-enticing, seem to coax light mirth
We loathed the uncongeni I brightness round.

We wandered slowly to our mother's grave,
Fresh was the grass; we saw it lightly wave.
A mother's grave! Oh surely 'tis a spot
Most sacred of the earth-a narrow plot
Of flowered ground, beneath whose clayey swell,
The joy of home and all its sweetness dwell.
Ah! home is home no more when she has flown

Its hallowed precincts, and to heaven is gone.
And were it not that hope can gild our grief
With a bright halo, and that life is brief;
Earth were a gloomy spot, indeed, for those,
Who've seen darkness o'er their best joy close.
We reached the turf that decks the sainted dead;
We spread our flowers, and tears abundant shed.
And as we sat there in the bright glad sun,
And dropping leaves came fluttering, one by one,
The merry pipings of the leafy choirs
Rang nuptial strains amid the sheltering firs;
Poured gleesome music in the cypress' shade,
And voiced joy o'er marble memories mad.
Strange gladness this that came with hollow
clang,

And bitterly thro' our hearts like mockery rang;
So jars upon a soul to grief consigned,
The empty babble of a vacant mind.
Ah! nature, else kind, gracious in her thrills,
Here with unsympathetic laughter chills.

And now we called on her, who, calm beneath
The wreath-crowned sod, but slumbered in cold
death,

To list once more to the fond earthly call,
"Sweet mother," that from sobbing lips did fall.
The burdened heart finds, for a weight of grief

This vernal morn-replete with memoried woes; In a fond word, poured tearful, its relief.

"They do, your honor; but sure the blind don't see the sunshine, do they ?" asked Pat, with a knowing look and his head on one side.

sketching through some of the wildest. parts of the Emerald Isle, until at last I had fallen in with Pat Doolan's snug little home, and taking up my quarters Certainly not," said I; "but you there, until, like all else in life, I wearied make me curious, Pat. I should like to of it, and commenced my wanderings hear the history of Ballymulvey Hall, if again. What an unsatisfactory life I there is one to tell; I am very fond of had been leading for the last fifteen stories." years! One month in sunny Spain, "Sure it's not much of a story," he basking beneath the blue sky or shelreplied; "it's only about a snow-drift, tered orange groves; the next, perhaps, your honor," would find me chasing the tiger through the jungles of Bengal, or driving furious to the music of silver bells in snowbound Russia. My friends called me "unsettled." I knew that I was restless;. but I knew to what to attribute my infirmity of purpose.

To my utter amazement, Pat's face quivered all over with uncontrollable mirth, and he burst into a hearty, ringing laugh, which he kept up until the tears filled his eyes, and in which his wife as heartily joined.

"Oh, your honor, I laugh whenever I think of it. Sure I'll tell you myself how it was, and then you'll know all about it," said Pat, as he passed his coat-sleeve over his eyes.

"Well," said I, "I will tell you what I will do. If Mrs. Doolan will be good enough to take me up some tea now, I will go and get it; and later on in the evening I will come down and take that jolly arm-chair in the little bar-parlor, and smoke my cigar with you, and you can satisfy my curiosity, Pat."

When I was twenty, I was engaged to marry my cousin, Maud Muriel. From earliest childhood Maud had been the idol of my young life, and we were to have been married when I attained my majority and took my father's place among the baronets of England. But (alas for human anticipations!) the night before my birthday Maud ran away with my best friend, and so ended my life's short romance. Directly afterward I commenced my wanderings; and now, at five-and-thirty, I feel as little inclined to settle down at Castle Roydon to a quiet country life as I did when I passed over its threshold for the last time fifteen years ago. It was not the Leaving Pat Doolan to give his orders, remembrance of my early dream, so I went out of the cheery, bright kitchen rudely broken up, that lingered and preand up the old-fashioned stair-case-vented my habits from becoming those which was broad enough for a coach to of a country squire: but I have a restdrive up into my room at the top. less nature, and, unfortunately, I have The fire was burning brightly, and lay- not yet found a motive sufficiently ing aside my portfolio, I lighted a cigar strong to chain me to one spot. and sat down to ruminate. I felt very Long years have passed since the dismal, very lonely in my self-isolation. green turf in the quiet churchyard at Here was I, Sir Archibald Verelst, of Roydon closed over the remains of my Castle Roydon, snowed up at a small mother-and I never remember my Irish inn. I had been rambling about, father; so, if any one suffered from my

Bedad, that will be fine," said he. "Do you mind that, Mary! and will you see to a roaring fire, for the night is cold enough to freeze music ?"