however, compels me to record, that the other day I read in one of our Catholic weeklies the following obituary notice of Jake:

on

"DIED. At St. Harold's Monastery George Ashe, in religion, Brother Leo, in the thirtieth year of his age. Deceased was distinguished amongst the members of his community for his great intellectual endowments, which even his humility could not hide; his perfect and wonderful charity, especially towards the erring; and his solicitude about the lowest class of children to be found in our streets. He worked amongst them; he sought them out; he instructed them; he lived for them; he died for them. Going into a fever-laden district, to see that none of these poor little waifs might die without the consolations of relig. ion, and such earthly aid as he could beg for them, he took the sickness himself, and actually died at his post in their midst. His last words were characteristic of his life: ""Unto These Least,' 'Lord, remember me when Thou shalt come to Thy kingdom!" He was a martyr in the full sense of the word. Requiescant in pace."

Miss Susanna is a "burning and shining light" in reform circles. She looks upon her brother as a lunatic, and Eva as a fool, and this life as a mockery. But the latter is,

because she has set her heart on it alone.

tering justice throughout the halls of Miss Garlic is happy in administhe "Least House," and Mrs. Mignonette's husband is "agent" there. Many babies have crowed in her

arms for the benefit of the inmates, till at last she has become, to them, their most cherished ideal of motherhood. The other bloomers on the paradisiacal street-alas! their one Surely, you do not expect any other regret is, "how they missed it." repentance for people of their stamp. Mr. Vinton? He-well, he spends all his remaining days of life, in That was all. A beautiful all! ministering "Unto These Least."

THE END.

FATHER TOM BURKE.

In 1847, when Ireland was suffering from famine and fever, and when political excitement was at the height, he abandoned the world and its temptations, and set out for Rome, with the firm resolution of completing his ecclesiastical studies for the priesthood in the Order of St. Dominic-that illustrious order with which the literary glories of Ireland. will be ever inseparably associated. In the novitiate house of the Dominicans in Perugia he was received as a novice, taking the name in religion of Thomas Aquinas. How often has the angelic Doctor invested his eloquence with irresistible power, supplying him with weapons of celestial proof! Having studied philosophy in Perugia, he commenced his theological studies at the college of the Minerva and Santa Sabina in Rome. Having spent five years in Italy, he was sent by his superiors to England, where he was raised to the dignity of the priesthood. In England the scene of his missionary labors for four long years was Gloucestershire. Here he labored unceasingly for the salvation of souls; here he perfected that eloquence which was destined to win unfading laurels for him in Ireland and America. Every hour unoccupied by the duties of his mission was devoted to the study of theology and the Scriptures, the writings of the Holy Fathers, the masterpieces of pulpit eloquence, and to the composition of sermons which he might be called upon to deliver in later years.

and evil times, despite the ravages hand Lamhdearg Abu-as the Engof barbarians and the oppressions lish hosts were swept away, and, like and destructive influence of feudal snow under the beams of the hot sun, despotism preserved the lamp of melted away before the Irish onset. learning, the torch of science, to bless and enlighten unborn generations. Father Burke's sympathy with the great national movement inaugurated by O'Connell, and strengthened by those bright spirits whose poetry and eloquence shed fresh lustre upon their country, was strong and enthusiastic. He was an ardent admirer of Davis, and, though young, he appreciated the services which the poets, orators, historians, antiquarians, and essayists of the Nation rendered to Irish literature. "Davis," says Father Burke, "and the men whose hearts beat with such high hope for young Ireland, seized the sad, silent harp of Erin, and sent forth another shrill in the invitation to the men of the North to join hands with their Catholic brethren; to the men of the South to remember the ancient glories of 'Brian the Brave.' To the men of Connaught, he seemed to call forth Roderick O'Connor from his grave at Clonmacnoise. He rallied Ireland in the year memorable for its hopes and for the blighting of those hopes. He and the men of the Nation did what this world has never seen in the same space of time, by the sheer power of Irish genius, by the sheer strength of young Ireland's intellect; the Nation of '43 created a national poetry, a national literature, which no other country can equal. Under the magic voices and pens of these men every ancient glory of Ireland stood forth again. I remember it well, I was but a boy at the time, but I remember with what startled enthusiasm I would arise from reading Davis's Poems; and it would seem to me that before my young eyes I saw the dash of the brigade at Fontenoy. It would seem to me as if my young ears were filled with the shouts that resounded at the Yellow Ford and Benburb the war-cry of the red

His superiors, who thought very highly of his zeal and intellectual gifts, intrusted him with the important and laborious task of founding and establishing a novitiate and house of studies for the order in Ireland. In the old church of St. Saviour, in Denmark Street, his eloquence first attracted the attention

of the citizens of Dublin. The Irish his friend and admirer, Dr. Manning, metropolis is never in need of emi- the present great and celebrated nent speakers in the pulpit. The Cardinal Archbishop of Westminster. Dublin people, like the Athenians in The death of Cardinal Wiseman nethe time of Pericles, Plato, and De- cessitated the speedy return of Dr. mosthenes, are as fond of eloquence Manning to England, and the high as of music, and if they can justly honor of succeeding in Santa Maria boast of having the most eloquent one of the greatest living champions bar in Europe, they have always a of the Catholic faith was conferred fair supply of distinguished pulpit upon Father Burke, the eloquent Suorators. The fame of Father Burke perior of St. Clements. For nearly increased daily; his Lenten sermons, five years his Lenten sermons in this in the new and magnificent church church won the admiration and of St. Saviour in Dominick Street, gratitude of distinguished visitors firmly established his reputation as from England, Ireland, and America. the greatest preacher of whom Dublin could boast.

-coercion laws are not favorable to months men of ordinary strength.

the cultivation of national oratoryhere he enjoyed full freedom-here he had a field worthy of his eloquence -here he was not confined entirely to the pulpit-here he could stand upon the public platform, clad in the robes of his order, and make every ancient glory of his native land, as himself said of Davis and his companions, stand forth again without running the risk of offending the authorities of Dublin Castle-here he could bring into full play every resource of his grand and versatile intellect in defence of faith and fatherland. The Dominican Church of St. Vincent Ferrer in New York, was so crowded each successive evening that it was frequently impossible to gain admittance after the appearance of the preacher in the pulpit. From every quarter came invitations in quick succession to preach charity sermons, or deliver lectures. He sometimes delivered three sermons in the course of one day. With him to preach two long sermons daily was an ordinary task. He was ready at all times to speak on any subject connected with the pulpit. He was always prepared at a moment's notice to expound the Word, to explain Christian truths to the faithful, to deliver a sermon on God and his attributes, on salvation, on death, on judgment, on heaven and hell, on the mysteries of our Lord and the Blessed Virgin, on the virtues and vices, on the sacraments, and on prayer. If the panegyric of a saint was required, Father Burke's eulogy was most appropriate, felicitous, and eloquent. The reception or profession of religious never found him unprepared he was always most happy in his addresses and sermons on such solemn occasions. In this country he had no time for immediate preparation on any subject of the thousand themes on which he spoke with such telling effect and such brilliant success. His labors here would have killed in a few

Overwork and a changeable climate injured his health, and preyed upon his vigorous constitution, but his sermons and lectures still continued uninterrupted-his physical endurance and oratorical triumphs still excited the wonder, and won the admiration of the American people. In the autumn of 1872, he was prostrated by a severe illness, his friends and admirers were alarmed,—he was so idolized by the people of New York, especially his Catholic countrymen, that his sudden sickness was a cause of grief and sorrow to them. He was scarcely restored to convalescence when his physical endurance and intellectual power again astonished his most intimate friends. On Sunday morning, the 22d of September, he delivered a sermon at the dedication of a church, in Brighton, Massachusetts, in the morning, and in the evening he addressed in the Coliseum of Boston 40,000 people, "the largest paying audience ever assembled to listen to one man. What American orator or lecturer had ever a paying audience of ten thousand people! How few had even five thousand in any hall in the United States under the most encouraging and auspicious circumstances!

The ignominous defeat of Froude was the greatest victory which Father Burke won in America. I am not now speaking of the hundreds whom his eloquence converted to the Catholic religion-of the thousands of his own race whose faith he strengthened

of the thousands whom he made proud of the land of their ancestors. I speak of his victory over the English historian, and his triumphant vindication of truth and justice. The slanderer of Mary Stuart, the celebrated Queen of Scots, and the apologist of the tyranny of Henry VIII and Elizabeth is no ordinary man. Froude is an accomplished scholar and an able writer. His style is animated and picturesque. He can paint a moral monster in the colors