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LUKE TIDE. 



OCT. 14. St. Calixtus, pope and mart. a.d. 222. 

 St. Donatian, bishop and confessor, 389. 

 St. Burckard, bishop of Wurtzburg, 752. 

 St. Dominic Loricatus, 1060. 



Ohs. St. Calixtus, otherwise called Callistiis, was a Roman by birth, succeeded St. 

 Zeplirim in the pdntificate in 217 or 218, on the 2U of Angust, and governed the church 

 five years and two months, according: to the trne readinfj of the most antient Pontifical, 

 compiled from the reiristers of the Roman church. His apostolic labours were recom- 

 pensed with the crown of martyrdom on the 12th of Octooer, 222. His feast is marked 

 on tills day in the ancient martyrology of Lucea. 



Indian Fleabane Inula Indicn full fl. 



The foUowinc curious observations on the poetry of Protestant and Catholic countries 

 havinsr today accidentally occurred to u-,\ve shall make use of it in the absence of any 

 particular subject, as we can take some examples of the case in point from some poetry 

 relating to the seasons. It is observable, then, that in the pensive melancholy strains 

 that are infused more or less into all good poetry of the sentimental kind, that which 

 prevails in Protestant countries and among heretical or infidel writers is always of a 

 gloomy and desponding character, while the sentimental poetry of Catholic writers is of 

 a more lively and inspiring kind. And the reason is to be found in the lively feelings of 

 Hope, that most exhilarating of all passions, which the faith of Catholics inspires, aod 

 which pervades all their words and works. While poetic reflexion to the sceptic is the 

 parent of sadness of soul. The Scotti>h and Germans furnish us with many examples, 

 seethe " Banks o' Dooii," " Auld I ang Synt," and other Sco'tish songs; and tor the 

 German see the Popular Ballads publi bed bv Herder called Volkslieder. The German, 

 however, differ from the Scottish in this, for their melancholy poetry recommends the 

 use of present time, and deplores the shortness of life, while the Scotch love to recant 

 the gonehy pleasures of olden time, and the for ever fled joys of vouth. While the ten- 

 dency of Catholic poetry, as of the French Cantiques for example, is to sing the evei;- 

 lasting joys of anotlier world, the object of hope, and reprobate a taste for the transi- 

 tory and imsatisfactory jovs of this checqnered scene of life. The Scottish Protestant 

 sings of Roses blow n and faded, and descants on the cost of past happiness. The Ger- 

 man philosophy encourages us to gather the flowers by the roadside of existence, and 

 avoid, if possible, the thorns, and use our time to advantage while the taper of life yet 

 glows, foreboding its melancholy end. Both of which feelings are insupportable to the 

 warm imagination of a Catholic writer, who exhorts us to water the plants, whose root 

 only is on earth while its branches are in Heaven, and to sow in the soil of our hearts 

 the seeds which can bring forth the flowers of everlasting glory. >o one can read the 

 following beautiful and popular song witliont sentiments of melancholy, and every one 

 must perceive in the want of that solace for the loss anticipated or deplored, which the 

 pervading sentiments of all Catiiolic poetry supplies. Compare it with the hymns and 

 sonnets we have inserted under the various' festivals of our Lady. 

 Rosen auf den weg gestreut, 

 Albes Haim vergess'tnd 



Eine kiir/.e Spanne Zeit 



Ward uns zugemessen. 



Heiile liupft ini Frulingstanz 



Noch der frolic Knabe, 



Morgen \\e\-l der Toddcnkranz 



Schon auf seinem Grabe. 

 Wonne fuhrtdie iunge Braut 



Heute zum Altare, 



Ell die Abend vvolke tliaut, 



Ruht sie auf der Bahre, 



Gebt den Harm und Grillingfang, 



Gchet ilin den Winden, 



Rulit bei hellem Beclierklang, 



Uiiter grunen Linden. 

 Lasstt keine Nachtigall 



Unbehorcbt vestrummen, 



Keine Bleu' im Frulingsthal 



Unbelanscht ensummen, 



Schmecktso laiig es Gott erlaubt, 



Kuss und susse Trauben, 



Bis der Tod, der allts raubt, 



Kommt, sie audi zu rauben. 

 Unserm schummernden Gebeiii 



\'on dem Tod umdustert 



Duftet nicht der Rosenhain, 



Der um Grabe flustert, 



Tonet nicht der Wonnerklang 



Angestossner Becher. 



Noch der frohe Rundgesang, 



Weinbelaubter Zecher. 



A good Catholic enters with far dirt'eient sentiments the Ci".cticrt du Pere la Chaiie, 

 at Paris. 



