II.

'Tis evening now the light grows dimmer,
Cool dews refresh the parched plain,
And thro' the pines the ruddy glimmer
Of sunset gilds the window pane;
What bliss a moment more shall bring!.
Now heart to heart doth fondly cling,
The sun that lit the sky above
Shines in my home a mother's love;
The dew that wets the flower now lies
As tears of joy within her eyes.

SPRING.

From the German of Hartmann.

I.

A SPIRIT Sweeps down on the earth arrayed
In the glory of Spring, from stars of night;
Oft heard I the murmurous rustle made

By his angel wings in his downward flight.

II.

To the seedling wind, swept thro' `midnight skies,
"Go wend thy way to the churchyard", he saith ;
"Fall on the maiden's green grave and arise
As fragrant lilies from the dust of death."

III.

To the tender sapling still twined with moss,

He saith, "grow in beauty and strength alway;

I've singled thee out to serve as a cross

O'er a grave in the forest's depths some day."

IV.

To the ivy, he saith, amid the grass,

"Stretch forth thy green hand and with verdure crown Yonder tower, lest perchance a shapeless mass

Of ruin ere long it come crashing down."

V.

Thus remembrance, death, love, on angel wing,
Hover down to earth from the stars above;
Thus hand in hand, thro' the glory of Spring,
Wander ever remembrance, death, and love.

AUTUMN THOUGHTS.

From the German of Geibel.

"Sunt lacrymæ rerum, et mentem mortalia tangunt.” — Virgil.

I.

O were it but the cheek's fresh bloom
That with the fleeting years decayed! -
But ah! what grieves me is the doom
That even the heart itself must fade;

II.

That like a sound youth dies away,

The once bright eye is clouded o'er,

The heart which throbbed 'neath passion's sway,
Forgets it loved, and loves no more.

I SEE your childish tears and troubles. Know, then, that all our childishness comes from this: that we forget the maxims of the Saints, who warn us that we must act as if we were daily to begin anew the labor of our advancement; we shall not be so much astonished to find miseries and faults to correct in ourselves. The work we have undertaken is never finished; we must continually begin over again with a good heart. St. Francis de Sales.

FRECTION OF A CATHOLIC DIOCESE IN UTAH.-SKETCH OF THE FIRST BISHOP.

In the past we have been accustomed to regard the territory of Utah as a land irretrievably in the clutches of Mormonism. For the future we shall regard it as teeming with abundant triumphs for the church of Christ. The dawn is bright with promise for Utah's future and for Utah's people. Already the polygamous forces show signs of disintegration, and only the resplendent influence of Catholicity is needed to dismay and banish their fetid doctrines. The Catholic church, ever building wisely, has recognized the magnificent harvest now ready for the reaper, and recognizing it, erected the diocese of Salt Lake, and has appointed Rt. Rev. Lawrence Scanlan to be its first bishop.

It is not often, says an exchange, that the first bishop was the founder, the architect, and the motive power of the new diocese over which he is called to preside, but such, however, has been the fortune of Bishop Scanlan. An energetic worker, he has, during his missionary career in Utah, erected scores of churches, schools, and hospitals, and has labored unceasingly with his head, heart, and hands. His jurisdiction as Vicar Forane covered hundreds of thousands of square miles, and the work done by him is almost incalcuable. We give here an interesting sketch of Bishop Scanlan which, together with what follows, will repay perusal.

The bishop of Salt Lake first saw the sunshine of this life in the year 1843, in the Catholic region of the County Tipperary, Ireland, a spot where sectarianism never gained any solid foothold for its false principles. Having received the rudimentary elements of a good, solid, Christian education in the immediate vicinity of his birth-place, young Scanlan developed a vocation for a religious life, and in 1860 he entered upon his classical course of studies in Thurles, where he remained for three years, gaining all the honors of his Alma Mater as well as winning the love and esteem of both professors and fellow-pupils, through the humility, piety and the probity of character which marked his academic career. In 1863, Bishop Scanlan entered All Hallows College, in Dublin, that beloved mother of Catholic missionaries, which Aubrey De Vere has so well and so beautifully portrayed in the following poetic tribute:

Hope of my Country! House of God!

ALL HALLOWs! Blessed feet are those
By which thy shadowy courts are trod,
Ere yet the breeze of morning blows!
Blessed are the winds that waft them forth
To victory over the rough sea-foam -
Can God forget the race at home?

In June, 1868, the young ecclesiastic received holy orders at the hands of Bishop Whelan of Bombay. He soon started for America, and, after a long and weary voyage, landed in San Francisco.

In 1871, Father Scanlan was selected by Archbishop Alemany, O. P., to proceed to Pioche, Nevada, a great centre of attraction in consequence of the richness of its newly discovered mines. Arriving

at Pioche, the young missionary priest found himself in the midst of a homogeneous community, the majority of whom were absorbed solely in money-getting or mine-discovering enterprises which left them little or no time to think of the one thing necessary. However, even in the face of the direct opposition of a portion of the community, and the indifference of another section of the citizens of Pioche, Father Scanlan determined upon building his first church, and before he had half cor

pleted this holy work, his zeal in God's cause had won over to him the very people who at first had considered it a "folly" to erect a Catholic church in such a community.

On arriving at Salt Lake, Father Scanlan found the little church in that Mormon city encumbered with a heavy debt, which it appeared almost hopeless ever to expect to liquidate through the contributions of the few Catholics in that city fourteen years ago. But well knowing that "all things are possible to God," and in the full belief that Almighty

God helps those who work for His glory, Father Scanlan set out on his almost hopeless task, determined to make his best personal efforts, and to leave the rest in the hands of that heavenly Master in whose sanctuary he served. To his own astonishment, Father Scanlan saw the debt on the church, grow "small by degrees and beautifully less," until he was able to say Laus Deo! as the last dollar due on it was paid! Living in the midst of Mormons, he has wisely avoided arousing any spirit of fanatical antagonism against the church on their part, by strictly attending to the affairs of his own flock. For this course of action so different from which the Mormons were led to expect from what they had read in anti-Catholic books concerning the "overbearing tyranny" of the Church of Rome-Father Scanlan gained the good will of many of the most prominent Mormons in Utah, who could not help admiring the zeal and unostentatious piety of the missionary priest in their midst. So far was this kindly spirit manifested whilst Father Scanlan was residing at Silver Reef, that the Mormon leaders at St. George invited him to perform services in their tabernacle. St. George is an exclusively Mormon settlement, seventeen miles south of Silver Reef and adjoining the range of mountains which divide Utah from Arizona.

He accepted, said Mass and was very respectfully treated by all. Bishop Scanlan has manifested throughout the nearly nineteen years of his missionary life all the traits which combine to make an illustrious prelate in the Church of God. His zeal for God's glory, his faculty for erecting monuments commemorate of Catholic faith, his humility, selfsacrifice, enterprise and patient endurance, coupled with that charity which makes the whole world kindred of Christ, have been made manifest both to heaven and to humanity since the first day he set foot in California.

In all the missions where his priestly labors have been exercised, his financial support has been very small. In Pioche, during the first six months of his missionary life, he did not receive offerings enough to pay for his board, and in Utah, during his first two years, he was compelled to cook his own scanty meals, taken hurriedly at irregular intervals. And yet, with that Apostolic zeal which God implants in hearts that are given wholly and zealously to His cause, the darker the outlook for spiritual success, the stronger the hope that annimated Father Scanlan's soul to persevere for the sake of winning souls to Christ. His very poverty, the pinching of hunger and the poorness of his raiment, seemed to give additional zeal to his cheerfulness and to increase his happiness.

The news that his Holiness, Pope Leo XIII., had created Utah into a diocese and designated Very Rev. Lawrence Scanlan, V. F., as its first bishop was received with wide-spread satisfaction. The new honor was conferred upon him recently in St. Mary's Cathedral, San Francisco, with imposing ceremonies. Previous to his departure from Salt Lake City to receive his new honor, a banquet was tendered Bishop Scanlan by the clergy and laity of the city just mentioned. This took place June 25th last. Among those present were Governor West, Dr. Allen Fowler, Dr. S. H. Pinkerton, Col.. T. H. Stanton, and many