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it be said that my tired wing has essayed a flight 
for which it lacks the needed strength and agility? 
Shall I, perhaps, be censured in that I have dared to enter the 
Holy of Holies, striving to measure the spiritual height of an 
Apostle standing far above my weak reach on the shining 
pedestal of holiness? 

Were this all I might humbly strike my breast and cry, 
Mea culpa! But Love equalizes; and the adamantine cords it 
creates and weaves around Father and Child are the dear 
fetters that have bound me, a little earth pilgrim, to the 
blessed Prelate, throned in the World Invisible, with more than 
half a life s reverent affection. 

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In the Crypt 



At Saint Omer. The Society of Jesus 



A Missionary in Guiana. His Vision ... 



Return to Maryland. Religious Liberty. The Sulpicians. 



Hope Deferred. Teresa Lalor . 



Consecrated Bishop. Opening of School. The Papacy .. 



Isidora . Catherine 



Novice Master . Early Novices . Pius VII 



Bishop Neale Succeeds Archbishop Carroll. Indult of 

Pius VII 



Solemn Profession of Sisters . . . 



The Barber Family 



Death s Herald. A Judas. Abbe Cloriviere . 



The Last Mass. The Death Angel. Requiem . 



Archbishop Neale a Copy of St. Francis de Sales. His 




Th Church s Progress. Archbishop Neale s Successors 




The Most Reverend Leonard Neale, D.D., Second Archbishop of 
Baltimore ...................................... Frontispiece 

Archbishop Neale s Tomb in the Visitation Crypt 

English College at Liege where Leonard Neale Studied and 

Taught ..................................................... 19 

Portrait of Most Reverend John Carroll, D. D., First Archbishop 
of Baltimore: from Painting by Gilbert Stuart, now in George 
town ....................................................... 27 

Georgetown College as Erected by Bishop Carroll in 1789. Bishop 

Neale President, 1799-1800 ...................... ?>3 

Old St. Peter s Pro-Cathedral where Bishop Neale was Consecrated 10 

Early Visitation Convent Buildings ....... 57 

Baltimore Cathedral in 1917. Cornerstone Laid by Bishop Carroll, 

ISOiJ. Completed and Dedicated by Archbishop Marechal, 1821 (5G 

His Eminence Cardinal Gibbons ................................. 68 




STAND beneath thy sainted dust: 
A hundred suns have led their annual round 
Mid the vast complex of the universe 
Since thou wert laid here as a sacred trust, 
At the altar s foot with years and glory crowned. 
Ah, many a desolate heart was Sorrow s hearse 
That dazzling June day as the mournful chant 
Rose Heavenward from the choir hierophant, 

Rose Heavenward, where thy spirit smiled 
Mid Pontiffs splendent throned, and bent to bless 
A Diocese widowed, new-born nuns exiled 
Thy oracles of truth and holiness, 
Brave youths, and little ones too young to weep . 


I stand at gaze before thy antique tomb, 

And bridge the years of thy long, dreamless sleep ; 

Here thy chaste Daughters sought in springtide bloom- 
Spoused to the Crucified by thee 

A narrow chamber at their Father s feet, 

Fading away in Love s sweet ecstasy, 

Life s crystal temple fashioned fair and fleet . 

And here o ermastering Sacrifice hath led 

Gray hairs, with coronet of thorns still red ; 

Hearts whose high courage failed not ever, 
Thy potent silence echoing here, 

As erst thy sanctuaried word its call 

Like trumpet to heroical endeavor. 

"Let Nature die: the passions all 
Be crucified, that ye may rear 

The Holy Spirit s temple in your hearts : 

Stedfast in love that sacrifice imparts, 

I would each Daughter spake with Paul, 

I live no longer: Christ doth live in me! " 

Christ was the chord of thy life s harmony! 

Yea, at mother s breast 

Thy heart was suckled in His mastering love ; 
Valiant and tender, with a seraph s eye 
She looked deep into Faith s sweet mystery; 



Knew, passionate, that Heaven sceptered earth, 
That from Eternity Time took its birth; 
And counting earth but earth, she flew above, 
Christ s blossomy graces, virtues, there to wrest 

And plant the seedlings in the opening loam 
Of each heart-garden in her fruitful home. 
Tree-girdled, seemed primeval Innocence 
To pace and play there with her little ones, 
Nature in revelling beauty for defense, 
And Truth and Wisdom murmuring benisons . 

So this great mother, like her namesake Anne, 
Gave to God s altar five young Samuels, - 
Her pierced heart glowing with a loyal pride 
As to far Beige she bade them from her side, 
One to meet o er the stars, the rest to scan 
When decades had new-featured them, and spells 

Of childhood cast in the shade 
By the new glory that new mother-love made. 
But one fair face, her last kiss pressed 

In early maiden glow, 3 
Stern smiling down the unprevailing woe 
In alien lands to sanctitude did fare 

Neath veil of Holy Clare; 
Pure as an angel, the sharp test 



Of Penance sought enamored, still caressed 

By Chastity and Prayer: 
Nor, ocean-parted, child and mother met 
Till flashed the light o er Heaven s parapet. 





EROIC Neale, Saint Omer nursed thy spirit 
To heights that thy Ideal long had seen ; 
There in star-neighboring airs, thou didst inherit 
The right of entry to a fair demesne 
Thy brethren with thee on the mystic scene 
Where floats Loyola s banner gold and red, 
Gleaming with God s great glory, yet o erspread 
With martyrs blood by many a nation shed. 

Youth s fervor spreading its bright pinions, lo ! 
A bruit of omen strikes thine ear, nay, stuns 

Earth s peoples, for it brings them woe ; 
Kings have uprisen against Loyola s sons, 
Their fiendish machinations at the throne 
Of Peter laid; and Clement, weak, o erpowered, 
With one stroke hurls the blessed army prone 
Outside their camp by cruel foes embowered. 

Alone! yet, strange Providence! 

From sovereigns of an alien faith 
Salvation comes and hope and strong defense: 
Their shield, the Sacred Heart of Jesus, saith 



"Here rest ye; yet ere many decades flow 

Led by My Vicar, forth ye go 
Triumphant over calumny and shame, 
To flood the world with glory of My Name!" 

The zenith splendor of two centuries 

Eclipsed, yet, winged with trust and sorrow, rise 

Aloft, undaunted, twenty thousand hearts; 

Life teems with possibilities; 
And youth like Neale sets stir a thousand arts ; 
For souls, at Heaven s value, lure beyond 
All mortal prowess, ministries of love. 
Lonely, the Jesuit in heart and bond, 
Through Albion s marts and hamlets strove 
To loose sin-fettered souls, to paint in hues 

No mortal ever saw 

Christ s beauty, that the elect might choose 
His virgin yoke, entranced with His sweet Law. 

Austere and prayerful, bowed to God s high wills, 
His the "Desire of the eternal hills," 

Yet never did fair vision rise 
Of dawn and dayfall s gold and purple skies 
Above a home-nest in his Maryland? 
Yea, and Zeal, many-voiced, made sacred plea, 



Stretching its white arms o er the sea 
With wild lament for souls. Yet, stern and grand, 
Her red robes dripping, War with patriot frown 

Each new-plumed hope of his beat down; 
And in a sweet, contented discontent 
The more his soul to Heaven s monitions bent. 




N fiery crucible God s Spirit tries 

The heart magnanimous, that recks not cost, 
That stoops not, stay not, but as eagle flies 
Alert through sun-swept airs or tempest-tost. 

A Pentecostal inspiration came 
On wings of flame; 
And o er the southern seas to savage wild 

On low Guiana s shore 
It summoned; there the five-year Levite wrought, 

Self burned away, 
For desolate convicts, torn from haunts of men, 

Chained to a living death for aye; 

Yet, with the avid mission ken, 

Sought he still more Christ s red-faced child, 
Through swamps with beasts ferocious fraught 
And poisonous reptile; venomed insects store, 
That so in lonely forest journeys teemed 
The ground with black swarms, to his gaze it seemed 

The very path was moving. Torrid heat 
Smote on the air like nether fires of hell ; 



And Rain from out her cloudy citadel 
Ruled half the year with violence complete. 

Unmeasured love this holy servitor 
Poured from his great heart s golden sea 

The molten gold of charity 
Into their lives, beset with trials sore, 
That with responsive, hurrying tread, 

By their plumed chieftain led, 

The Fold of peace his dark ones sought, 
The while he cleansed and fed them, Heaven-bought 
Salesian strength and sweetness were his dower; 

Yet hour by hour 
His spirit sickened and his frame grew waste 

Neath the fierce tide of bigotry; 
In Demerara, crushed by Albion s power, 
Nor he nor his dear convert band might taste 

The joys of solemn rite, nor see 
A House upbuilded to God s Majesty. 

It was the dedicate hour of day: 
Low dropped the sun in the Atlantic s breast; 
Beyond, huge mangoes held his flock at rest. 
Lone, thwarted, comfortless, he knelt to pray, 
When lo! a glory flooded the dim place, 


And earth was lost and Heaven possessed his soul 
Then came a Virgin train, each meek-eyed face 

Irradiant with its aureole; 
And one excelling seemed in dignity. 
Their fair religious garb well noted he 
And veil of sable. Sudden he was ware 
Of a majestic Figure debonair 
In full pontificals, whose mitered brow 
And eyes rayed heavenly luster, and he knew 

The glorious Francis, Saint of Sales. 
Enrapt, the priest heard words of music: "Thou 

Shalt build afar in northern vales 
A House of this my Order. See profound 
The graces Jesus Heart prepares!" In awe 
A white-plumed Angel by a fount he saw 
Who poured life-giving waters all around, 
And ever and anon, in voice that caught 
The soul to Paradise he chanted clear: 


Mysterious promise! ere it shall be wrought, 
Thy locks shall silver, O brave pioneer! 

Ere chimes that hallowed Convent bell 
Full many a rich soul-harvest shall be won; 
The Church s purple robe her saintly son; 



Through woods of trials, sorrows mountain high, 

Patience shall crown the starry prophecy. 

Anear the Nation s dome thy love shall set 

The Visitation, Francis violet 

To seed and weave its blossoms round the Name 

Of LEONARD NEALE, enthroned by Love and Fame 





N the wide sea, Regret and Hope at strife, 
His eyes bend toward his native shore; 
Storms leagued with pirates threat that precious life, 
But God is watching evermore. 
Beneath his childhood s roof-tree, who can paint 
The meeting of that son and mother saint? 
And now the mystic hymn its symbol opes, 

For crushed is War s red citadel; 
Peace on white wing bears high the Nation s hopes, 
And Freedom at her gates stands sentinel. 

In secret union, strong and sweet, 
Loyola s sons redeem the darkened days; 
Saint Mary s, White Marsh, Baltimore, ablaze 
With heavenly zeal, the loyal exile greet. 

Terra Mariae clasps his hand 

In hers, and through the land 
His footprints fall with blessings; the gray dawn 
Finds him alert with God; and circling hours 



(From Painting by fiilbprt Stuart, now in Georgetown) 


Bid the unfolding of his priestly powers, 
Or trance him with supernal light indrawn 
From God s Word, to his heart a living sun, 
Whose scattered rays by myriads shall be won 
In life and while the centuries run. 

O glorious Constitution, framed for men 

By Nature s nobles, deathless names! 
Freedom, equality and brother-love 
Mastered by turns their diamond pen, 

While hovered fair above 
Religion, quenching Persecution s flames 
With fragrant breath, and raining unseen graces, 
That earth oppressed might rise and view one land 
Clasping her peoples all in fast embraces. 

The ban of persecution lifted, lo! 

The Church upsoars from her captivity, 

The Peace Dove in her breast of snow, 
In holiness and strength and beauty free 
For her stupendous mission yet to be. 
She lays anointing hands upon her Chief, 

Sprung from the hills of Maryland, 
CARROLL, the great, the good, to lead her band, "> 
The morning star of her great hierarchy, 



Loyola s giant, borne through waves of grief, 

God s providential ways, 

To guide the Church s barque through tempest days, 
A trinal decade gloriously. 

For over seas the dragon hath broke loose; 
Red-handed Slaughter and Impiety 
Lay waste the throne and altar; la Belle France 
Proud Reason clepes her goddess; sanctioned use 

Of horrors where Death leads the dance 
Makes her a charnel-house; yet, happy chance, 

To apostolic Carroll flee 
Past Danger s reeking jaws, the chivalry 

Of Christ, Saint Sulpice heart to outpour 6 

Its garnered wisdom, saintly lore 
On his young, struggling See of Baltimore. 

Ah, let our right hand be unmade 
When those great martyr-hearts of Christ shall fade 
From dear remembrance of Columbia s sons! 
Uphanging in the chambers of the Past 

Behold them blessed ones! 
Inspired Emery, o er whose fearless head 
The sword hung threatening, in a dungeon cast; 
Prophet, who looked o er seas of blood, and sped 


A Marechal, Nagot, Dubourg, Flaget, 

A Tessier, with high comradeship, 
To ope the sanctuary s shining way 
To neophytes, arid men of God equip 
For that stoled army vowed to Him for aye. 

Sulpicians, lo! your lineal heir 
Saint Mary s, temple of the early wise 
Who cull the flowers of the Divine Parterre 
Sown by the Spirit through the ages, where 
Hath Christ enrooted lilies white and red 

That they, like ye, might pluck and wed 
His own awe-breathing holiness, and tread 
With pace unshrinking many Calvaries! 



H, faithful Nealo, a Prelate s fort of strength, 

How hath thy spirit soared aloft, 
And spanned the watery marge, its crystal length, 

A-search for light or whisper soft 
To bid thee clothe in living form and show 
Thy Demerara vision long ago! 
And now the Visitation rent and torn, 
The very Papacy a prisoned hope, 

Thou canst but wait through times forlorn 
Till God fair Georgetown s gates to thee shall ope. 

And He is fashioning afar 
A soul of valor kindred to thine own, 7 
Heiress of sanctity, whose dazzling star 
Hath shone undimmed o er Erin since the hour 
Patricius came with Faith s immortal dower 
And hung it there on castle, hut and cell, 

On Church and citadel, 
Nay, on a leaf its highest glory pressed, 
A fragile pulpit set in Nature s bower; 

And this unrivalled star 



Hath shone undimmed o er Erin on her throne 
Or neath the oppressor s proud heel lying prone. 
Heiress of line that spurned the bribe and test 
A martyr spirit Lalor brings to thee, 
And woman s pearl of price, Virginity. 

Twas in the City of Fraternal Love 

When the dread Yellow Plague stalked through the town 

With Death, these choice souls met. Above 

All mortal fear, Vicar and maid 

Pursued their angel tread 

Through horrors, mid the dying and the dead, 
Their hope God s glory and a fadeless crown. 
Companions came heroic ; and the Guide 
Felt the vague whisperings of the unseen, 
And knew Teresa as the prop to lean 
His rising hopes on, vowed as Christ s pure bride. 

Childhood came gleeful to their care: 

A modest school upgathered there. 

But, gentle Lalor, how the siren strains 
Of Erin floated o er the sea, 

Thrilling each heart-responsive chord in thee, 
Calling: "Come back, come back to us!" 
Nor rent were those ethereal chains 



Till, inspiration luminous! 
Thy chosen Master, fearless, held on high 
The virgin ring, thy pledged return, 
And, smiling, cast it broken at thy feet. 

One flash of agony, 
One weeping moment thou didst yearn, 

Then, calm and kneeling, thou, 
O honour of thy sex, didst willing bow 

To unknown Destiny, 
To undreamed, mystic Motherhood complete. 






HE master-mind, Doctor of sacred lore, 
Saintly in life and teaching, Neale, 
Humble as lowly violet, firm as steel, 
Perfection s volume ever scanning o er, 

Unseeking falls in Honour s line. 
The nascent College owns his sovereign sway s 

By the wise Carroll planned 

To Scholarship a shrine, 

Where blue Potomac laves the emerald strand 
On Georgetown Heights, and Beauty laughs in play 

With Nature wild ; a seat 

Where Faith and Virtue rule ; and Carroll here 
Hath called Loyola s sons, withouten peer, 
And hall and grove are filled with merry feet, 

The nuclei of an army vast 

That join hands with the centuries past, 
With coming ages, yea, while Time shall last . 
And Mother Church appraising his career, 
Lustrous in virtue, light in darkness shed, 

Smiles on her Levite s merit, wed 


To modest humbleness, and bids it shine 

In her exalted Purple, so beside 
The princely Carroll take an equal place. 

Hath he forgot in glory s interspace 
The gentle ones that on his word abide? 

Not so ; Francis and Clare > 
Have sent their exile Daughters oversea, 

Scaped from the beast of Terror s lair, 
And in their humble Georgetown priory 

The Bishop s doves have found a nest. 

And Virtue suffered, triumphed there, 
Angels of passage, neath our Stripes and Stars, 
Till came the Conqueror with martial rest 
To bleeding France ; then left their heritage, 
Whose high austerity the Father bars, 
To his chaste Daughters. 

For the age 

His clear sight penetrates, and knows 
That in the child-heart lies the hope of the world 
As fragrance in the heart of the shut rose. 

With dews of heavenly grace impearled, 
Guarded from serpents, Vice and Worldliness, 



Upshooting weeds by tender hands withdrawn, 
Virtue s luxuriant seeds bursting with dawn 
Of their fresh lives, what prophet can assess 
The o erf lowing harvest ripening in God s sun? 

So to his rustic Convent school 
Sped children, winged with joy, for the sweet rule 
Of the new "Pious Ladies" all had won. 

Day of blessed memory! 10 
Neath the great Baptist s aegis thou didst ope 
Portals of poverty and trusting hope 
Unto Columbia s youth, o erfloating free 

The starry Flag of Liberty: 
Our high-pledged guardian may it ever be! 
That year twas twined with sable. Washington 

The idol of his countrymen, 

Whose heart and genius, blood and life were spent 
Those hallowed Stars might in one field be blent 
Summoned to realms of light! Never again 
Such tears should flow 

Above a national woe! 

The Church in mourning, too! A Pius dies, 11 
His soul made white through many agonies ; 
Another Pius is aface 



With exile and a tyrant s prison; 12 
He who, a decade flown, with puissant grace 
Shall top the high-erected hope of Neale 
The firstling of the Visitation seal. 

glorious and undying Papacy! 
Since Christ from His exultant tomb hath risen 
Thou speak st! Thy great Creation hath the race 
Endued with virtue, might, divinest love- 
Fruit of thy Heaven-made Democracy. 
Thy years are ages; lo! the people move 

In multitudinous review 

Before thy throne, firm-set as earth, 
And sink with kings and dynasties into 
Oblivion s arms; while thou shalt boast new birth 
Successive, of thy spirit sovereignty 
O er the wide emerald globe and watery main, 

Thy mother-love bind distant poles, 
While God shall breathe His image into souls 
Till Time shall dawn into Eternity. 

What tongue or pen 

Can match the clear perfection of thy deeds 
Or tell the full course of thy glory? Needs 
Must fail supremest intellect of men; 

Befits thy storied aureole 
Seraphic pencil or the altar coal. 





IS chronicled that on a fargone day 

The lads at merry play 
O er Oxford meads and hills and lake, 
Young Edmund, later known to holy fame, 
Strayed to a quiet wood and soft bespake 
His angel soul with God. When lo! there came 
A Stranger lad of wondrous beauty near. 

Smiling the student prayed His name. 
"Edmund, My Name?" He asked; "you know me not 
Who at your side have sat the livelong year?" 
And then the letters of His Name Christ wrought 
On the white brow that veiled a whiter soul, 
And made a prophet-herald of His grace 
To Christians of a later race. 

Methinks among the maidens lily fair 

Graven in gold on Georgetown s early roll, 

Jesus full often sat beside them there, 

Or met them in the forest as they walked 

The Bishop or Teresa guardian wise 

His love, His beauteous words, His Paradise 



Their theme, while soul to soul He talked 
In Heaven s language, and a fiery dart 

Smote into each love-waiting heart. 
What wonder that they sought by twos, by tens, 
The Light unfading, His sweet praise to sing- 
To emulate the thrushes and the wrens 

Whose anthems waked the dawn 

From wood and lawn 
In virgin solitude adore their King 
And help Him in His sweet soul-harvesting? 

blessed Isidora ! thy young life 14 

In its fair bud unclosing, 

Yielded its sweets to the Heavenly Reaper s knife, 
That in the garden of His Soul reposing 
Thou mightest drop thy blowing roses down 
In many hearts with secret summoning: 
"Go weave their fragrance in a virgin crown 
To heal the wounds of our sweet Spouse and King! 
Ere yet ten summers had bedewed thy brow 

With many sorrows, thou 
And two far dearer than thy life to thee 
Saw thy wan, widowed mother fade away 
In saintlike beauty from her orphaned three: 

hard the parting till a day 



When, desolate, a priestly word 
As one rapt into Paradise she heard: 
"I will be guardian and father to 

Thy little ones and they shall know 
But love and kindness . Yield to God s sweet will !" 

Could st thou forget that solemn-sweet embrace, 

The heaven that shone through tears on that white face? 

Nay, nay, ye followed, loved her still, 
Who bred ye saints by her celestial skill. 
Nobly God s minister his pledge redeemed; 
And in the paradise for so it seemed 
To ye Neale had created, oped your way 
To Learning s light and Prayer s diviner day. 
Four little golden years, blest Isidore, 
Perfection s steep with ardor thou didst climb, 
Led by thy saintly Prelate counsellor 

Ever in wondering awe 
At spirit mysteries he saw, 
At secrets of child-wisdom all sublime, 
At heroisms that caught the hearts and eyes 

Of comrades, made them wise 
To run thy gleaming traces for the Prize. 

One gentle nun, the mystic, Catherine, 15 



Whose pure eyes viewed the world invisible 
And heard angelic language, thou didst shrine 

With passionate love in thy white soul; 
The glorious convert, who through crucible 
Of fire had won the faith and shining goal 

Of swift vocation, Neale her guide. 
Supernal love! not death could ye divide; 
For, weeping, as she robed thee for the grave 
Thy dead palm pressed hers in mysterious pact, 
And yet again, as twere in living act 

Of summons to the jeweled pave 

Through gates of pearl to walk with thee 
Yet leave her, little one, in harmony 

With earth and Mother-love awhile 
For deeper still must plunge the seraph s dart- 
To raise, with one to come, the sacred pile 
To Jesus Heart 

That planned and pined for, sainted Neale 

Through years of soul-consuming zeal. 

Thy Prelate-Father s hand hath writ thy story 

A sapphire in the golden setting twined 

Of his momentous mission, sealed and signed 

In Demerara garlanding with glory 

Thy name, to Georgetown sacred, sweet McNantz, 

While virtue crowned with loveliness enchants. 




HE bright suns rose and set, the seasons faded 
Upon his ever-burning torch of hope, 
Held o er the gulfs of darkness all unshaded- 
Waiting on God till He the ports should ope 
Of happiness unto his Daughters 
With words of love from o er the frowning waters. 1( > 
Rigid his laws of prayer and discipline 
To mould and bend the docile human will 
Unto its polar star the Will Divine; 
Salesian calm and meekness to instill 

Most like unto his own, 

From youth high sceptered on his spirit s throne. 
Nor failed the sharp austerity 

To add its sting 
To hardships, hunger, toil and poverty. 

valiant pioneers, 

Of early Visitandine peers! 
Lalor, McDermott, !7 pillars of pure gold; 

Marshall, the maiden hero-souled, ls 
Who, fleeing earthly nuptials, walked through snows 



Knee-deep, who could the Alleghanies brave, 
Thy heart and lips in league with Him who chose 

Thee and whose might could save; 

Spent with sore travel days 

O er many changing clays, 
Did not His messenger await 
And bear thee far to the dear Convent gate? 

Matthews and Brent, w from youth to cheerful eld 
Planting, sustaining, in new fertile soil 

The rootlets your hearts held 
From him whose blood ye shared and holy toil. 
Dear Apollonia, seraph of sweet love, 20 

Baptismal innocence and prayer; 
The veil just donned, pallid thou stood st above 
Thy luring grave; then Time held out to thee 

Treasures of pain, Heaven s currency 

For its elect; a road of years 
At tryst with Death; but when with scepter he 

Would seal thee, Angels plucked thee back, 

And, sudden, Strength divine appears 
Armored in light, to take thy hand and fare 

With thee o er life s long flowery track. 
O hearts of oak, magnanimous spirits, all ! 
On Calvary rooted nought could ye appal. 



Not we, the world is in your debt 
Uncounted ages shall our paeans share. 

Temptations, harsher swords, must ye beset: 

No help is nigh, no light! 
Want and affliction weave their iron net 
Around ye; and ye hear in triumph tones: 
"Break up .""Disperse !" hour of darkest night! 
Yet God can raise up children from the stones. - 
Even friendly voices clamor: "Change your aim; 
To Carmel or Saint Ursula translate 
Your Daughters; or withouten blame 

To pious Seton join their fate." 

Plunged in his dark Gethsemani, 
The Father prayed the longer; and uprose 

A monument of granite fixed athwart 
The storms of contradiction. Victory 
Beamed from his holy eyes, and prophecy! 
The Demerara Angel had Heaven s court 
Sped him again a herald of repose 
To God s tried servant in his "Holy Hour?" 
For woes full-heighted clamor from earth s sod 
And court His smile and sway His sovereign power. 

He still would wait the ever faithful God. 



For had He not a shining wonder wrought? 
Had not the prisoned Pius secret brought 
His brethren-sons into their Mother s arms? 
To the new Republic, new-created, given 
Their dear Society so long bereaven? 

O Catherine and Frederick! 

When the foul fiend with hellish charms 
Had blinded statesmen, nations, and their kings, 

False to their solemn trust, 
Had forced with outrage and disaster politic 
The swift-repented, broken-hearted stroke 
That doomed Ignatius structure to the dust, 
Ye stood its saviors, to the world outspoke 
Grandly its praise, and with warm sheltering^ 
Held to your breast 

The saintly exiles unsuppressed, 

Your love and all-prevailing power 
Their fortress of salvation in that hour. 

So from far Russia came the golden chain 21 

That linked the exile band 
Scattered through beauteous Maryland, 
To Ignatius heart and broken home again. 

A captive Pius stressful years must roll 



Ere Neale can breathe his sorrows soul to soul, 
And plead his potent arm to usher in 
By high Decree his fervent Daughters 
To the Salesian temple o er the waters. 
Momentous struggles, nation tragedies, 

Convulse the world in act to thrust 
The usurper to the dust . 

Leipsic and Elba! Waterloo 
And St. Helena in prophetic view! 
Fontainebleau, begin 

The retribution! Where his captive sighs, 

August and crownless, there unking 
The great world-tyrant! 

Yea, his scepter wrung 
From his reluctant clasp 
By the long-suffering Nations iron grasp, 

Napoleon falls 
His giddy height to ruin. And the Rome 

He desolated, now doth ring 
With joy-mad Alleluias, every dome 
Floating the banners of the Queen of May, 
Her gorgeous garlands from ten thousand flung, 
The gay birds chanting their melodious calls, 
As Pius mounts his angel-guarded throne 
On the glad world s new festal day. 





LL hearts are jocund in the Georgetown shrine; 
Te Deums make a harmony to Heaven 
Striking with Angel chords at morn and even. 
From priest and nun and childish throats. 
Alas! with Sorrow s dirgeful notes 
The happy strains full soon shall twine: 
For the great Prelate Carroll, ripe in age, 
Clad in the gleaming robes of sanctity, 
His good works borne by cherubim on high, 
Hath sought his heavenly heritage. 
The winter winds waft tones of woe 
From Maine to Florida ; and statesmen mourn 
With a Nation s honours the loved patriot, born 
To rule the rising Church of God in times 

With peril fraught from friend and foe, 
With genius, prudence, in the Spirit s power. 

CARROL, a name 
Writ high in halls of fame 
With shining pilgrims of all Christian climes! 



To lowly Neale, his chosen tower 
Of strength and holiness, descends by right 
This fruitful orchard of the Heavenly King 
For all too brief a golden harvesting: 
His soul from dawn uplift to angelic height, 
His days exhaust in toil with flooding grace 
To reflect in priest and flock the Master s face 
Ordaining for His Vineyard souls of power, 
And stalwart virtue, needful for the hour; 
Saint Mary s still his mine of golden ore; 
Preaching the Word in season, out of season ; 
Confirming, guiding souls to faith o er reason; 
A Father catechising little ones 
The while his passionate zeal not shuns 
To rear and mould to manly character 

The heirs of Carroll s great foundation ; 
Their hearts to honour, learning virtue spur, 
And Georgetown make the glory of our Nation. 

But untrammeled, free, 
The gates of hope, nay, certainty flung wide, 

Across the sparkling sea 
For his dear Daughters hastes the solemn plea, 

To Benedictine Pius, now 
Ensceptered, the tiara on his brow, 




The great Consalvi by his side. 
In supreme fullness of a Father s love, 
In words of wisdom dropped from Courts above, 

Pius with high approval blessed 
The Prelate Founder s each long-sealed desire: 
Bound to the Order of his dear "de Sales" 

His humble, virgin choir 
With solemn vows to Him who never fails, 

Planting the Visitation tree 
To branch and flower through ages yet to be 

In Freedom s garden of the West. 

Autumn with golds and reds bestrewed the ground, 
And luminous skies and shrill-voiced winds 
Were calling to the Winter-King, 

When Rome s great Indult crowned 

The hopes of years; amid joy s triumphing 
Prostrate the nuns in choir lay, 

Silence, the mute prayer of surcharged minds, 
Their holiest incense praise that day. 
But who the Father s joy could paint 
Must read his soul, illumed with light, 

That paradise of faith and hope must see, 

That glowing holocaust of charity, 

Looking with eyes of aged saint 



Toward the celestial height, 
Yet with unutterable longings tied 

To earth as firm as fate 
By Providence sublimest mandate : "Wait !" 
And now Fulfillment stands beside 
Him, with the cross and crown, all glorified ! 





HE Christmas rapturous bliss is past: 
Tis the day-dawn of "Holy Innocents," 23 

Heaven s day-dawn classed 
For the sweet Saint of Sales; the Sacraments, 
And Altar-rites await three brides, 
Teresa, Frances, Agnes, victims first 
To lay their vows in Jesus Heart; presides 
The function beautiful, with solemn grace, 
The aged Prelate, all his being immersed 
In God; and tears of thanksgiving down flow 
As sweetly echoes through the sacred place: 

"Hear, O ye Heavens, what I say, 
And let the earth unto my words give ear! 

O God, to Thee, 

With all my heart I make the Vow 
Of living evermore in chastity, 
Obedience unto death, and poverty." 

Now he with tremulous hand doth lay 
On each pure head the consecrated veil, 

Upon each breast the silver cross 


Ere, smiling, stretched neath sable pall they hear 
The death-dirge, De Profundis, chanted clear, 
And seals them spouses of the Lord for aye. 

His heart-words breathing strength divine, 
His sweet persuasions to the perfect way, 

Like to an odorous South gale 
Swept into heart and memory, ne er to fail 
Their freshness through each peace-embowered year 
Till Time should register their mortal loss. 

As waxed and waned the moon in winter splendor 
Joy sovereign reigned within the Convent shrine; 
And thirty willing hearts made meek surrender 
Of youth and beauty, earth s enchanting dreams; 

Or in life s bright maturity 

Laid riches down, and "mine and thine," 
The sweet "I will" that noble soul esteems 

Above all price its mountain-free, 

Sweet-bitter birthright, liberty; 
All glorious things a carpet for His feet 
Who feeds among the lilies pure and sweet. 

Celestial joy rays o er his face serene 
As the great Archbishop crowns the happy day 
With fervid blessings: "What can I, 



My children, render to the Lord, 
Poor, old, unworthy, as ye all have seen, 
For mercies which outshine His promised word? 
With Holy Simeon, content I pray, 
In peace, Lord, let now Thy servant die, 
Since I behold Thy light and glory shed 
In darkness, and o er generations spread." 

The valorous Teresa leadeth still 

Her happy Visitandine flock 

And white-souled little ones. But Sorrow s knock 
Is at the door: and Isidora white 
Awaiteth the Great Angel, heart and will 
Praying, low-voiced, that Vow and sweet love-plight 
May wed her child soul to the Spouse of Love. 
The Prelate and Teresa heard her plea; 

And the sweet child Visitandine, 
Her trothal o er, flew like a spotless dove, 

As Easter chimes flung jubilee 
O er spring-clad land and gold-empurpled sea, 
With Christ, her Risen King, to His demesne. 





ROM the far North 

A benediction cometh. Who hath heard 
The name of "Barber," read with soul unstirred 
The story of the spouses, high in worth, 24 
Whose sacrifice turned Death and Sorrow pale 
With over-woe, 
Tumultuous so, 
God s mighty arm alone could pass them through 

The severing waters of affliction? 
How far the sky of truth sublime doth sail 
Above the cloudy chronicles of fiction! 
They trod the wine-press with the Crucified. 
To sacrificial whisperings from above 
They gave their holocaust of wedded love, 
The five sweet scions of the parent tree 
Gave back with unrevoking ardency 
To Him who planted it; and in His side 
Buried their bleeding hearts for healing. 

Sacred Heart, thou Fount Medicinal, 
Through perfumed ages flowing mystical, 


Thy balm, sweet to the soul past all revealing, 
Made Heaven of parting, sorrow, penury! 

Fenwick and Neale! 
Great Prelates! with hearts wider than the sea 

They wrought inspired: 
And lo! their tender zeal 

Hath homed the little doves; the Father fired 
With holy ardor for the heavenly call 
Cleaves to Loyola s banner, neath whose rays, 
Time ripe, his infant son shall walk with him 
In sacred brotherhood and harvest praise. 

Within the leaf-girt cloister dim 
The gentle Mother, strong as Judith, or 
Her of the Machabees progenitor, 
Hath brought her shining virtues, cultured mind, 

Sore needed in the struggling school. 

And here her little jewels three 
With stranger s children flock around the knee 

Of sweet Soeur Mary Augustine 

In study love or play entwined. 

The fair babe severed from her breast 

Soul-spearing agony! 

Ah, new-born, Mary to her bosom pressed 
The little Josephine, 



And neath her mantle holds her tenderly, 
For she shall vow her Visitation Rule: 
Far in new cloister, arched by Southern skies, 
Shall close her saintly mother s tired eyes; 

And her refined, unerring pen 
Shall paint her living to the world again. 

Nor shall the flight of Time soar far 
Ere gleam above three childish heads a star, 

The Star of Ursula, to guide 
Their eager, spotless feet to gardens fail- 
She hath long tended for the Heavenly Spouse: 

There consecrated they shall bide, 
Heroic offspring of a sainted pair, 
Till "Well done!" seal their toils and faith-kept vows 

Hang in the heavens, O starry prodigy 

Of grace! Colossal victory 
Of faith and love! rare the parallel 
Nature hath writ on her heart s tablets! Well 
God s measureless bounty scaled the rich reward, 
And silver-walled this kingdom of the Lord! 




GAIN pale Sorrow, violet-stoled, cloth wait 
Impatient at the Convent gate. 

Heaven is conjoined with her; 
And from its dazzling Courts descends 
On love s high embassy a messenger 

Of light, sweet Isidore, who rends 
The future s veil to her dear Prelate s view, 
That near in shining vesture Death he knew 

And smiling welcomed as a friend, 
The goal in sight, his pilgrimage at end . 

But love divines what love would hide: 
And as life s ever ordered prudence hastes 
To marshal his high cares, varied and wide, 
Love s keen eyes note it, and the tenderness 

Of phrase and act their Father wastes 
As dying gifts on all ; that grief and tears 
Are daily bread for Daughters comfortless. 

August Apostle of Christ Crucified ! 

Yet one more likeness to the Master thou 

Must take from deathward years. 



He had his Judas ; so thy patron Sales ; 
And Carroll felt the false kiss on his brow . 

Ah, bitterness unparalleled, 
Before whose sting the saintliest quails ! 

Rome hears the traitor unaware 

Whose rebel clan hath discord started 

In the fair Carolina, where 
The dauntless missioner, Cloriviere, - 

The sanctuary and God s rights upheld . 

Yet the Divinity is shaping far 
His destiny; forth from God s temple driven, 
He ships for his dear France ; when lo ! high Heaven 
Arrests his steps; his plans like dreamings are 
To thin air melted at a pleading phrase 
From his staunch Prelate friend, to guide the ways 
Of his lorn nuns. Did not the Father see 

With Death s unveiling prophecy 
Cloriviere s life-mission peerless filled? 

His sway a scepter spiritual; 
Time, labors, learning, fortune, spilled 

As far too little were his all, 

That Georgetown s debt is still to pay 
In his own sanctuary where we pray . 



The sharp sword falls upon the Prelate s soul 26 
As the strange, open document he reads 

Of censure. In his heart that bleeds 
He dips his eloquent pen, and the true whole, 
Shot through with shafts of priestly indignation 
And filial plaints and seerlike warnings wise 

Of Danger s hand upon the altar, lies 

There on the creamy parchment, writ 
To his high-reverenced, best beloved One, 
His Friend and Father, Pius eyes alone. 
To the just Pope, the fearless revelation 
From him whose starlike nobleness he knew, 

Conviction wrought upon the face of it; 

And Pius own hand tore the clouds away, 
And forth with power the age-worn Prelate drew, 
His virtues lustrous as the noon of day. 

Swift-winged the comfort, but his eyes were closed 

Hands folded, stilled the heart so true, 
Beneath the Convent altar Neale reposed. 





UNE S dewy roses scent the morning air: 
And from the Orient the golden sun 

Shoots down his ambient rays, 
Whereof in through the Chapel pane there strays 
An aureole upon the holy one 
Who offers the great sacrificial prayer . 

Intrepid Priest! outworn and ill 
Unto the death-clasp, freshening ardor streams 
From each grave movement; and thy Daughters thrill 
While tremulous the dear hand feeds them there 
With Bread of Angels, as through two-score years 
Crusted with gold in Memory s halls. Nor deems 
One of the sweet recluses that love s fears 
Have come true, and this Holy Mass thy last ! 
For but yestreen, 

The Lord s Day, thrice his gentle mien 
Held ye in deep-heart reverence at his feet 
With Paradisal words and parting glance, 

As in God s Essence he had passed 
And seen his death-hour gleaming on Time s dial, 

And would with life s last utterance 



A beacon leave ye for the night of trial- 
Christ s Sacred Heart your hidden, calm retreat 

Likeness anew to his Saint Francis, lo ! 
The stroke falls sudden; with the even song 
The shadows fold him; there is brush of wings; 
No moan, no plaint; a wrestling with the foe 

Conquered in life s spring, long ago; 
And Mary shows her lovely face as clings 
The passing soul to Her Immaculate. 

A kneeling throng, 
His brethren, supplications pour; and now, 

The death-damp on his brow, 
Fiat voluntas tua! on his lips, 

The King of kings, 

He who hath been his Way, his Truth, his Life, 
To his anointed comes in royal state 
His panting soul to inebriate 

With His sweet Body and Blood, 
From reverent youth to age his daily Food, 
To seal him conqueror in the threefold strife, 
And, mid white pinions, lead His pilgrim home. 

In life s eclipse 
His Visitation heirloom is his old, 



Old key-word of all sanctity: 
Word he heroical through life hath kept 

And leaves them as Heaven s key of gold: 
"My children, do away with nature," come 
Slow oozing as the balm from wounded tree. 
Pax super Israel! Peace in its flood 

Is in his heart, on his wan face, 
As speechless now in still commune with God 

Steal on the circling hours. 
Peaceful the passing, that no eye could trace; 
No sigh, no motion, as he sweetly slept, 
And dreaming were translated to Heaven s bowers. 2 

Due honors rained upon thee as in state 
Beneath the shadow of old Trinity 

Thou lay, gold-vestured, consecrate, 

Chalice on breast, 

Mid starry tapers; while the Victim-Prayer 
And Requiem pierced the Heavens, and incense blest 
Floated above thy hallowed feet at rest. 
But not to stately mausoleum, where 

Enshrined thy mitered brethren sleep, 
They bore thee, beloved Father! Nay, 

In dust 
Thou keep st thy old Salesian way 



Tender beyond compare: 
Thy Daughters poignant grief is hushed 
As thou return st in Death s sweet majesty. 

Still, blessed Prelate, keep, 
Keep thou thy watch above our vaulted dead ; 
And neath the altar list our psalmody 

Still climbing heavenward, music-fed 
By virgin throats that caught the strain 
Back through year-echoes of a century, 
Father, Founder well-beloved, from thee! 





THAT thy radiant soul had been revealed 
To us as to the close i ew of thy Daughters! 
Too modest they; the glowing pen 
Saint Chantal in our springtime years did wield, 
Portrayed with master touch the prince of men, 

Francis of Sales, ~$ 
The seraph among saints, the burning coal 

That set humanity afire: 
Portrayed, O loving scribe! fearless woman! 
In rare, love-studied, affluent details, 

The hidden wonders of his soul, 
His multiplex, strong personality, 

His heart, whose fount of living waters 
Tasted, led myriads to inflamed desire, 
Transcending love and time and all things human, 
To quaff the streams of immortality. 

apostolic Neale ! 

Thy golden record in too niggard phrase 
Eager we scan; yet our conceivings steal 
Rich comfort, for in glory s blaze 


They set thee, canonized thee, when they wrote 
Thou wert his perfect copy. All the ways 
Of the angelic Bishop are thy note 
Of endless honor, love and mortal praise. 

Nor Death could shatter the ethereal bond 
Of spirits mutual; from the far beyond 
Thy message came imperious day by day 

Through soul elect, 

Thy earth work be completed, and its crown, 
The fair Church high its glittering Cross display, 
Chiming its prayer-hours through the sylvan town. 

Each stone was laid, the walls upreared, 

In cement firm of waiting hope; 
Thy artist priest, himself the architect, 

His all inwove, nor feared 
To mould to form majestical thy will 
Though thwarted, wronged, delayed, till high its cope 
Shone o er the city. From its tower still 

Thy century bell, from dawn to even, 
Floats to a reverent people thoughts of Heaven. 

As far the silent moon in eropery 

Rocks the vast cradle of the sea ; 
Or as the Nilus swell and ebb dispense 



A golden foison to the seedsman s grain, 
Thy harvest such, and thy far spirit reign 
Today; for o er the land 

Its humble myrrh and frankincense 
Thy Visitation wafts to God. Each band 
That fared from Georgetown portals, rank on rank 
Deputed has to Heaven of virgins veiled, 
Of youngling Isidores, of families 

Whom meeting Angels hailed, 
Each yielding thee, meek Pontiff, tribute-thank ; 
And still to dawn of vast eternities, 

Thee our celestial advocate, 
Resplendent shall thy Demerara vision, 
From the Atlantic to the Golden Gate 
And North to South, achieve its Heaven-born mission! 






HUNDRED YEARS! From the celestial towers 
How Alteration gazes up at thee, 
Pointing with pride a Nation s pageantry, 
Achievements mirroring to thee God s powers! 
The Church upsending myriad shafts of light 
O er the wide continent; 

A hundred crosiers in the van 
Of the great millioned army, proudly bent 
Against the subtle foes of Truth and Right. 
And still their loyal eyes turn, man to man, 
Toward thine ancient See of Baltimore 

With reverence, its splendor held 
Through decades arduous by Sons of Light, 

Great Pontiffs, holy, erudite : 29 
A Marechal, the glory of Saint Sulpice; 
Heroic exile, whom to live was Christ, 
To whom love s passion all had sacrificed; 
Whitford, the pioneer unparalleled 
Of stately Councils, where the shining lore, 
Grave wisdom, soul experience and prayer 



Of the Elect of God have wrought increase 
To Christ s immortal Kingdom; Eccleston, 
Flaming with zeal, whose Mary-love hath won 

Our Nation s heart-desire, 
That in the Church s heaven o er our Land, 
Clothed with the Sun, shines the Immaculate, 
Our Virgin Patroness and Queen all fair. 

The soul of wisdom, virtue, whom no fate 
Could daunt, great Kenrick, sought a higher strand 

And sat amid the Apostles Choir, 
Drinking celestial doctrine to bequeathe 
In golden volumes to posterity. 
Spalding, the genial, eloquent, did wreathe 
His brow with bays as Champion of the Faith 
Thrusting Truth s lance in the heart of bigotry. 

His Shepherd s Staff of power 
Descends to Newark s well-beloved Chief 

Bayley, whose peaceful aftermath 

Of holiness was all too brief, 
Crowning deeds apostolic as the tower 
The crystal structure of sublime belief. 

And now is Carroll s throne and thine, 
Our Land s Primatial See, 


Invested with the princely dignity, 

Pius and Leo joining hands 

O er Time s ethereal bars 
To summon Exaltation all divine 
From her high watch-tower o er the stars 
To fall her mantle upon modest merit 

On one who knows not his own worth 
Albeit the four winds chant it o er the earth. 
Gentle as touch of chrism, yet firm he stands 
Upon the Rock of Ages, justice-clad 
For Christ s cause and the peoples ; yea, the spirit 
And virtues glorious he doth inherit 
Of the great High-Priests who in line before 

The sacred pallium wore; 
The Holy Spirit guiding tongue and pen 

His doctrine feeds the hearts of men; 
Statesman and priest, beloved from shore to shore, 
Our CARDINAL GIBBONS doth a glory add 
Thy century-honored See of Baltimore. 



Note 1 . The Most Reverend Leonard Neale, D. D., Second 
Archbishop of Baltimore, and Founder of the Visitation in 
the United States, was born at the Neale Mansion, near 
Port Tobacco, Md., October 15, 1746. He was a direct 
descendant of Capt. James Neale, a privy councillor, and 
Anne Gill, maid of honor to Queen Henrietta Maria, who 
emigrated to Lord Baltimore s Colony and settled there in 
1642. William Neale, a great-grandson of the Captain, was 
Leonard s father and Anne Brooke his mother, a woman 
of reputed sanctity. Leonard was early taught at Bohemia 
Manor, Md., a school conducted by the Jesuits. At the age 
of twelve (1758) he was sent with his brothers to the College 
of Saint Omer in French Flanders, and having graduated with 
distinction he continued his studies at Bruges and at Liege, 
where he entered the Society of Jesus and was ordained priest. 
He had passed nearly sixteen years in Flanders when the 
Suppression of the Society was decreed . Five years were then 
devoted to the English mission and four to labors in British 
Guiana; and he saw his native Maryland again only in 1783. 
In 1784 the Reverend John Carroll having been made Prefect 
Apostolic of the United States, Father Neale became his Vicar 
General, which office he exercised in Philadelphia for nearly 
six years, when he was recalled to assume the Presidency of 
Georgetown College (1799-1806) . Here he filled also the post 
of professor; and under his guidance the institution was 
developed from an academy into a college in 1801 . Baltimore 
was erected into an Episcopal See in 1790 ; and at the venerable 
Bishop Carroll s request Rome named Doctor Neale his 
coadjutor. He was consecrated by Bishop Carroll in 1800, the 
Bull, expedited in 1795, having failed to reach America 



earlier on account of war troubles. On the death of Arch 
bishop Carroll he succeeded that Prelate (1815) . 

Note 2. Archbishop Neale s brothers who became Jesuits 
were the Reverend Charles Neale, who founded the Carmelite 
Order (from Antwerp) in this country ; the Reverend Francis 
Neale, for many years pastor of Trinity Church, Georgetown, 
which he completed, and for two years President of Georgetown 
College; the Reverend William Chandler Neale, who died 
young in England ; and Joseph Neale, who died a novice 
in the Society. Two of Archbishop Neale s great uncles were 
also Jesuits: the Reverend Henry Neale, who labored several 
years in the Philadelphia missions, and was the first priest 
to die in that city (1748) ; and the Reverend Bennett Neale, 
who exercised his ministry in Maryland, near Bel Air (where 
his "Mass House" is still standing) from 1747 to 1770, and 
died at New Town in 1787. 

Note .3. Anne Neale, the Archbishop s sister, became a 
religious of the Order of Poor Clares at Aire, in Artois (now 
Pas-de-Calais), France. 

Note 4. After an existence of nearly two and a half 
centuries (1540-1773) favored and honored by Church and 
State, by Popes, kings and peoples, the Society suddenly 
became an innocent object of hostility so universal as to lead 
to its suppression. Joseph I of Portugal, through his 
infamous minister Pombal, suppressed it in his dominions in 
1759, with attendant circumstances of violence and cruelty. 



In 1764 Louis XV of France, at the instigation of Choiseul, 
his minister, unwillingly signed the edict of expulsion; and 
Spain, Naples and Parma followed their example in 1767. All 
the possessions of the Society were confiscated by these 
Bourbon sovereigns, who then united in demanding with 
rudeness and insult the entire extinction of the Order by 
Clement XIII, its inflexible supporter. His death occurred in 
1769; and his successor, Clement XIV (Lorenzo Ganganelli) 
pushed and forced into a measure which he made every effort 
to escape, finally after many prolonged delays issued the 
Brief of Suppression August 16, 1773. The Society then 
contained 42 provinces, with 669 colleges, 61 novitiates, 
besides residences and missions, and a membership of 23,000. 
The story of imprisonment, deportation and violence executed 
against this apostolic Order is a lasting blot on European 
civilization. The saintly General, Father Lorenzo Ricci, who 
governed from 1758 to 1773, was seized and imprisoned in 
the Castle of Sant Angelo, where he was treated as a criminal 
till death closed his sufferings in 1775. Catherine II of Russia 
and Frederick the Great, appreciating the Society as an un- 
equaled teaching body, refused to allow the Brief to be 
promulgated in their respective dominions, and later a novi 
tiate was opened in White Russia. Here the Society survived 
in its integrity, and formed the nucleus of the Restoration 
under Pius VII, August 16, 1814. 

Note 5. The Most Reverend John Carroll, D. D., the son 
of Daniel Carroll and Eleanor Darnall, was born in Carroll 
Mansion, Upper Marlborough, Md., January 8, 1835. After 



of Pius VII to his dignity and rights, he obtained from His 
Holiness a Brief affiliating his Community to the Visitation 
Order and admitting it to a share in all the indulgences and 
privileges conferred upon that Institute. Mother Teresa Lalor 
lived to see several Houses of the Visitation established in 
the United States. This eminent foundress and superior died 
September 9, 1846, at the age of seventy-seven, assisted in 
her last hours by Archbishop Eccleston. 

Note 8. Georgetown College, the oldest Catholic institu 
tion in the United States, was founded in 1789 by Bishop 
Carroll, who selected its beautiful site and watched with 
parental solicitude over its growth and progress. "Founder s 
Day" is observed in January of each year by his Georgetown 
sons to honor his memory. 

Note 9. The Poor Clares under their Abbess Marie de la 
Marche, having been forced to fly from France in 1792, 
settled in Georgetown, and struggled to obtain a livelihood by 
teaching. On the death of the Abbess in 1804, the laws 
against Religious Congregations having been repealed, her 
successor, the Abbess Celeste la Blonde Rochefoucault, sold 
the Convent estate to Mother Teresa Lalor and with her 
companions returned to France. 

Note 10. The Convent School was opened solemnly by 
Bishop Neale on June 24, 1799, the Feast of the Nativity of 
St. John the Baptist. The centenary of this event was 
celebrated by Georgetown Convent in 1899, with three days 
of extraordinary festivity. 



Note 11. Pius VI (1717-1799) was elected to St. Peter s 
Chair in 1775, on the death cf Pope Clement XIV. Napoleon 
attacked the Papal States in 1796, and proclaimed the Roman 
Republic in 1798. Pius Vt, deprived of his sovereignty, was 
forcibly taken from Rome, hurried from one city to another, 
and finally, although seriously ill, forced over the Alps to 
Valence, where he yielded to his sufferings August 29, 1799. 

Note 12. Pius VII (Barnaba Chiaramonti, 1740-1823), was 
elected Pope March 14, 1800: Ercole Consalvi, Cardinal, one 
of the greatest statesmen of the nineteenth century, was 
made his Secretary of State. The reign of this illustrious 
Pontiff was a momentous one, in the main, one of conflict 
with Napoleon, of persecution and captivity. It was signalised 
by the French Concordat which ruled the Church of France 
for a hundred years. Napoleon s annexation of the Papal 
States to France in 1809 was followed by the deportation of 
Pius VII to Savona, where he was subjected to the most cruel 
restraints and indignities ; later he was removed to Fontaine- 
bleau . In 1814 his release from captivity was demanded by 
the Allies ; and Pius VII re-entered Rome on the 24th of May, 
which in thanksgiving he raised to a solemn Feast under the 
title of Our Lady Help of Christians. The restoration of the 
Pontifical States was secured at the Congress of Vienna, 1815, 
by Pius VII s representative, Cardinal Consalvi . 

Note 13. St. Edmund, Archbishop of Canterbury, (1180- 
1240), was born near Oxford, England. His whole family was 
renowned for sanctity. His brothers, two sisters, and later 



his father and mother consecrated themselves to God in 
religion. Edmund passed from Oxford University to the 
schools of Paris, and taught with brilliant success in both 
universities. His austerities were extreme and his gentleness 
toward others proportionate. In 1234 Gregory IX appointed 
him Archbishop of Canterbury, in which exalted office he 
defended the rights of Church and State against the usurpa 
tions of Henry III. Fiercely persecuted, and unable to 
countenance injustice and iniquity, he departed from England 
in 1240 and repaired to a Cistercian Abbey in France where 
some months later he died holily. Within six years he was 
canonized by Pope Innocent IV. 

Note 14. Sister Isidora was one of three children, 
daughters of Mrs. McNantz, a pious widow residing in 
Washington. A victim of consumption and in 1813 near death, 
her sorrow was overwhelming at the thought of leaving them 
helpless. Mary was twelve, Charlotte ten, and Emily nine 
years of age. But the Reverend William Matthews, S. J., 
who assisted her at death mitigated her grief by assuring her 
that he would take charge of their future. A nephew of 
Archbishop Neale, he easily secured their admittance into the 
Convent School, where they led angelic lives. Sister Isidora 
died in 1817, at the age of fourteen, pronouncing her vows 
on her death-bed; Sister Mary Leonard (Emily) died in 1819, 
professed on her death-bed at fifteen ; and Sister Mary 
Bernardine (Mary) died in 1822, in the fifth year of religious 
profession. The three sisters were favored with surpassing 
gifts of nature, but still more extraordinary were the gifts 
of grace that adorned their beautiful souls. 



Note 15. Mother Catherine Rigden, the second Superior 
of the Georgetown Community, was born in Georgetown in 
1782, of Protestant parents. At the age of thirteen a friend 
ship with a young Catholic girl was the means of drawing 
her into the Church. Beautiful, attractive and beloved, her 
relatives rose in angry opposition to her step, imposing 
restraints upon her and even resorting to violence. But 
Catherine s fortitude and loyalty to her faith sustained her 
against all their efforts, and increased her ardor for per 
fection. Under the guidance of Bishop Neale she was 
admitted into the Community and set herself to a most 
rigorous practice of the Rules and discipline this eminent 
Master of Novices had introduced. "Her modesty, sweetness 
and patience were unalterable; she had the simplicity and 
obedience of a child." Many supernatural graces were 
accorded her. During several years she held the office of 
Directress of the Academy, and in May, 1819, was elected 
Superior, succeeding Mother Teresa Lalor. In the following 
November she became seriously ill, and with intermissions of 
relief, governed the Community until December 21, 1820, 
when she yielded her pure soul to God at the age of thirty- 
eight, having been professed thirteen years. 

Note 16. Bishop Neale had striven for several years to 
procure from Europe a limited number of Sisters of the 
Visitation to initiate his Sisters into the observance of the 
Rules and Constitutions of St. Francis de Sales. But after 
the dissolution and expulsion of Religious Orders from 
France in 1792, and their separation for so long a term of 
years depleted by suffering and death, their property 



confiscated or ravaged, restoration was a work of time, 
superhuman energy and patience. Annecy, the "Holy Source," 
was not wholly reinstated until 1822 ; but several other 
Convents had in the interim been repaired and occupied by 
the few Visitandines that survived. 

Note 17. Sister Frances McDermott was born in Dublin, 
Ireland, in 1750, and trained in virtue and study by her pious 
and cultured father. On the death of her parents in 1774 
she married Martin McDermott, and both resolved to flee 
to the United States where they might practice their religion 
in freedom. They settled in Philadelphia, where Mr. McDer 
mott died in 1793 of yellow fever. His widow, desirous to 
dedicate her life to God, sought the direction of Father 
Neale, and thus became one of the early companions of Teresa 
Lalor. A woman of solid and tried virtue, her talents and 
teaching ability rendered her an acquisition to the school, 
while her excellent dowry brought welcome aid to the 
indigent Community. Her holy and beautiful death took 
place October 26, 1820, at the age of seventy years and 
twenty-one of religious profession. 

Note 18. Margaret Marshall was nineteen years old when, 
determined to escape a marriage being planned for her and 
seek Christ alone for her Spouse, she left her home in 
Conewago, Pa . , on a stormy Sunday morning in February, 
1810 having thrown a package of clothes and provisions out 
of the window into the deep snow and started heroically 
to walk to Georgetown, D. C., a distance of nearly a hundred 
miles, hoping to join Bishop Neale s small Community, of 



which a rumor had reached her. Having rested in a country 
place in Maryland she was about to resume her journey 
when she saw a wagon at the door; inquiring as to its 
destination the driver answered, "Georgetown," and gave her 
an invitation to enter. It was dusk when they reached George 
town; alighting at Trinity Church she turned to thank her 
benefactor when she found that he and the team had dis 
appeared. Bishop Neale on hearing her story welcomed her 
as one sent by Providence. Her strong virtue, courage and 
resolution were sustained to the end. She was one of the 
foundresses of the Convent of Mobile, was Superior of that 
Community several years, and died there on January 18, 1877. 

Note 19. Two of Archbishop Neale s sisters were married 
Clare to Henry Brent, and Mary to William Matthews: 
from them descended two eminent Superiors of the early 
Visitation, his grand-nieces, Mother Agnes Brent and Mother 
Juliana Matthews. Mother Agnes, who had been a student 
in the Academy for three years, entered the novitiate in 
1812 at sixteen years of age; she was one of the three first 
members professed in 1816. Her prudence, virtue and 
talents were so conspicuous that at twenty-five years she 
was elected the fourth Superior of the Community. Later 
Mother Agnes founded Houses of the Institute at Kaskaskia 
and Saint Louis, Mo., where she died September 1C, 1876. 
Mother Juliana, at the age of ten, was placed in the Academy 
by her uncle, Father Matthews; still young, she chose the 
better part, became a novice and was solemnly professed at 
twenty-two years. She was elected Superior in 1825, and 
subsequently founded four new Convents of the Order, in 



Baltimore, 1837, Washington, 1850, Brooklyn, 1855, and 
Richmond, 1866: in the latter Convent, crowned with virtues 
and good works, Mother Juliana died holily in her seventy- 
third year on March 18, 1867 . 

Note 20. Sister Mary Apollonia (Anna Digges of Mary 
land) was admitted into the Novitiate by Archbishop Neale 
in December, 1816, at sixteen years of age. Her young life 
had been full of sufferings which bore beautiful soul-fruits 
in ardent love of God and invincible patience. Her family 
was tainted with consumption to which Anna manifested a 
tendency, hence, special indulgences was shown her by the 
kind Prelate and Superiors; but her health steadily declined, 
and in course of years the fatal inroads of the disease brought 
her to death s door; when suddenly at the close of a novena 
made in union with the saintly Prince Hohenlohe, by an 
evident, brilliant, and well-attested miracle, she was restored 
to perfect health on the morning of January 20,1831. She 
then entered upon all the duties of the Rule without mitiga 
tion. In 1864, at the age of sixty-four, Sister Mary Apollonia 
founded the Convent of Parkersburg, W. Va., remaining 
there six years as Superior. In 1870 she was recalled to 
Georgetown, where her holy death occurred on September 
2, 1889. 

Note 21. The English Jesuits obtained oral permission 
from Pius VII for their union with the Russian Fathers in 
1803 ; the Maryland Jesuits, who had continued to labor for 
souls after the Suppression under their former Superior, 



Reverend John Lewis, made Vicar General by Bishop 
Challoner of London were aggregated to the Society in 
Russia in 1805. By a Bull dated August 7, 1814, Pius VII 
proclaimed the Restoration of the Society of Jesus 
throughout the world. 

Note 22. Archbishop Neale s appeal to Pius VII for 
aggregation of his Community to the Visitation Order, was 
an inspiration from on high which brought to it untold 
blessings. The Indult of His Holiness, dated July 24, 1816, 
was received by Archbishop Neale only on November 10 of 
that year. It erected the Community canonically into a 
Sisterhood of the Visitation Order as founded by St. Francis 
de Sales and St. Jane Frances de Chantal, with all the 
privileges and indulgences granted to that holy Order. This 
happy concession was followed by recognition of the George 
town Visitation by Annecy and the other European Houses. 

Note 23. St. Francis de Sales, Bishop of Geneva, Doctor 
of the Universal Church, and Founder of the Visitation Order, 
was born at Thorens, Savoy, August 21, 1567, and died at 
Lyons, from a sudden stroke of apoplexy, on the Feast of the 
Holy Innocents, December 28, 1622. On this feast, 1816, 
after a retreat of ten days, Teresa Lalor, Frances McDermott, 
and Agnes Brent made their solemn Vows. A part of the 
Community were solemnly professed on the Espousals of Our 
Lady, January 23, 1817; and the remainder on the Feast of 
St. Francis de Sales, January 29, 1817. 

Note 24. The Reverend Virgil Horace Barber (1782- 



1847) was an Episcopal minister in charge of a parish and 
principal of a flourishing academy at Fairfield, near Utica, 
N. Y. Both he and Mrs. Barber (1789-1860) were exceed 
ingly pious and prayerful. Having read a life of St. Francis 
Xavier serious doubts began so to trouble his mind (1816) 
that he resolved upon a journey to New York to consult the 
Reverend Benedict Fenwick, S. J., then administrator of 
the Diocese and afterward Bishop of Boston. Mrs. Barber 
followed all his inquiries with affectionate solicitude and 
uprightness of heart. Great sacrifices were before them; 
his handsome income must be resigned, and themselves 
with their five helpless children reduced to poverty. But 
when conviction came they did not hesitate ; removing to New 
York they entered the Fold and made their first Communion 
February 9, 1817, in St. Peter s Church, Barclay St. 

Mrs. Barber, conscious that her husband longed to 
continue his ministry in the true faith, secretly consulted 
Father Fenwick as to the possibility of a separation, both 
to enter a religious order. In astonishment and admiration 
at her heroism he made all necessary arrangements for this 
end. Just then recalled to Georgetown to be President of 
the College, matters became easy for Father Fenwick. Mr. 
Barber and his family followed a few weeks after and 
received a warm welcome there. Bishop Fenwick writes: 
"After some days rest from the fatigue of their journey 
the pious couple were taken to the College Chapel, where 
Archbishop Neale in the presence of a number of individuals, 
both clergy and secular, pronounced the divorce, having 
first ascertained of themselves individually their full consent 
thereto. He gave an eloquent admonition on the occasion 



which drew tears from the eyes of many who were present; 
and concluded by recommending them to continue faithful 
to the grace of the Lord, and to persevere in that perfect 
path He had traced out for them." Mr. Barber then 
proceeded to the Jesuit Novitiate; and Mrs. Barber was 
admitted by Archbishop Neale into the Convent with her 
three eldest daughters, Mary, born 1810, Abey, 1811, and 
Susan, 1813. Samuel, three years old, and Josephine, only 
ten months, were welcomed with maternal affection by Mrs. 
Fenwick, the Bishop s mother, and cared for with the utmost 
tenderness till the little lad was old enough for admittance 
to the College, and Josephine to become a student at the 
Academy . 

"On February 23, 1820, nearly three years after their 
separation," writes Sister Josephine Barber, when a nun in 
St. Louis, "my parents met in the Georgetown Convent 
Chapel to make their Vows. My mother (Sister Mary 
Augustine) first went through the formula of Profession in 
the Visitation; and then my father pronounced his Vows 
according to the rite of the Jesuit Order. Their five children 
were present: Mary, the oldest, being ten, and I, the 
youngest, only two and a half years." 

Samuel, on his graduation, entered the Jesuit Novitiate. 
Both father and son labored many years as zealous mission 
aries and wrought a multitude of conversions in their own 
widely extended family and among the ministers and people 
of New England, as Bishop Fenwick attests. The daughters 
all became fervent religious, the three eldest choosing the 
Ursuline Order and Josephine the Visitation. Sister Mary 
Augustine held the office of Directress of the Georgetown 



Academy during many years; in 1836 she was called to assist 
the teaching- staff of Kaskaskia, and in 1848 that of Mobile, 
where after ten years of holy labors and nearly two years 
of a painful illness, borne with heroic patience and conforted 
by the presence of Sister Josephine, she died at the age of 
seventy-one years, on January 1, 1860. 

Note 25. The Reverend Joseph Picot de Cloriviere, of the 
Bretagne aristocracy, a military officer of France and un 
swerving in his loyalty to the Bourbon Monarchy, having 
been suspected of complicity in an attempt on the life of 
Napoleon and hence marked for death, fled in disguise to the 
United States, and maintained himself some years in New 
York as a portrait and miniature painter. Desirous of serving 
God in the clerical state, he later repaired to Baltimore 
where he studied in St. Mary s Seminary and in 1812 was 
ordained priest by Archbishop Carroll. Assigned to Charles 
ton by that Prelate, he remained there in pastoral service 
five years, a victim of hostility to many because of his loyal 
adherence to the Pope, just liberated, and the Bourbon 
Dynasty. His life having been several times threatened, he 
at last shipped for France, when Archbishop Neale s letter 
reversed his plans and drew him to Georgetown. There his 
ministrations to the Sisters as Chaplain, director and pro 
fessor were unparalleled: he devoted his entire fortune to 
the building of the Church of the Sacred Heart and a new 
Academy, and furnished many precious vestments and 
ornaments for the use of the sanctuary. The beautiful 
altarpiece of Martha and Mary was presented to him by 
Charles X of France. A stroke of apoplexy in 1825 disabled 



him ; and a lingering illness of fourteen months was crowned 
by a holy death on the Feast of St. Michael, September 29, 
1826, at the age of fifty-eight years. 

Note 26. Two unworthy priests of Charleston, S. C., had 
defied the Archbishop. One had been suspended by Arch 
bishop Carroll as well as by himself for scandalous conduct. 
The other proceeded to Rome, gained the ear of Cardinal Litta 
of the Propaganda to his false and malicious statements, and 
the result was a peremptory letter to the saintly Prelate 
accusing him of injustice and requiring him to reinstate the 
priests in Charleston. The document was handed to him 
open, strange to say, by one of the suspended priests. The 
Prelate s letter defending his course of action, dated March 
6, 1817, was answered by Pius VII giving him full liberty 
and confirming whatever his judgment might prompt him 
to do: but when the document arrived Archbishop Neale was 
in his tomb. 

Note 27. Archbishop Neale was stricken with apoplexy on 
June 16, 1817, and died two days after, June 18, at his 
residence in Georgetown. The prayers for the Departing 
Soul were recited by the Reverend John McElroy, S. J., 
whom the dying Prelate, by his last episcopal act, had 
ordained, in company with three other clerics, on May 31, 
in the College Chapel. The Archbishop s remains lay in 
state in Trinity Church till the 19th, when "the body was 
transferred to the Visitation Chapel, followed by eighteen 
priests, twenty scholastics, a hundred college students, 
and a multitude of citizens." Mass was celebrated by the 



Right Reverend Dr. Marechal, and the body was then 
consigned to the crypt below the Chapel. 

Note 28. The "Deposition of St. de Chantal on the Life, 
Virtues and Miracles of St. Francis de Sales," given to the 
Apostolic Notaries (1627) in fourteen consecutive sittings, 
and comprising fifty-five points. Cardinal Bourne designates 
it as "the detailed and finished portrait of the Saint s life, 
a picture destined to make us understand and love the Saint 
more than any other account could do." And a holy Bishop of 
Annecy writes: "The heart burns while reading these 
divinely enchanting lines. ... A thousand times I repeat and 
with truth that in the Deposition of St. Chantal the true life 
of St. Francis de Sales is found." 

Note 29. The Most Reverend Ambrose Marechal, 1817- 
1828 ; the Most Reverend James Whitfield, 1828-1834 ; the Most 
Reverend Samuel Eccleston, 1834-1851 ; the Most Reverend 
Francis Patrick Kenrick, 1851-1863; the Most Reverend 
Martin John Spalding, 1864-1872; the Most Reverend James 
Roosevelt Bayley, 1872-1877; His Eminence James Cardinal 
Gibbons, Archbishop of Baltimore, 1877; created Cardinal, 
1886; celebrated the Golden Jubilee of his Priesthood with 
the Silver Jubilee of his elevation to the Sacred College of 
Cardinals, June 30, 1911. 

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