THE APOSTOLATE OF ST. PATRICK.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XVII, Issue 1, 26 April 1889, Page 25

THE APOSTOLATE OF ST. PATRICK.

We take the following report of an address delivered on St. Patrick's Day by Cardinal Moran, from our contemporary the Sydney Nation. His Eminence entered the pulpit, and gave the text of his discourse as follows :—

Arise, arise, pat on thy strength, 0 Sion, pat on the garments of t*y glory, O Jerusalem ; loose the bonds from off thy neck, O captive daughter of Sion. How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, and that preacheth peace, of him that shovreth forth good, that preacheth salvation, that saith to Bion, Thy God shall reign." (Isaias, chap. 52). He said :— These words were addrereed by the prophet of old to the children of Israel, who, though seated by the pleasant waters of Babylon, were weighei down with soirow in the bondage of slavery. They wonld not intone the songs of their fathers, for they were in an alien land ; but now toe prophet summoned them to tune their harps and chant their gladsome anthems of rejoioing, for the day of their freedom was at hand. The same words were addressed by the Apostle to the faithful who were called from spiritual death to life in Imperial Rome, and from age to age they have never ceased to find an echo in holy Church as nation after nation was gathered into the saving fold of Christ. And v* l i. l Bayof tn «i°y oUB *nthemsof thanksgiving and praise which were caught up by the choirs of angels, and were re-echoed through the wide-spreading plains of Ireland when her apostle, St. Patrick, landed upon her shores, and when, through his preaching, the light of the faith shone upon her green hills never more to set. Beautiful, indeed, was the message of this Apostle of salvation, this missioner of peace. And those anthems of thanksgiving shall never cease. At 10,000 altars the feast of St. Patrick is kept to-day with solemn pomp ; the Church loves to proclaim his praise, the hearts of nu children are thrilled with joy, and the nations whose lamp of faith was kindled at Brin's shrines are made partakers of their rejoicing. |.The preacher, aftex sketching the eventful career of St Pacrick in ireland, and pointing out the special fruits of his apostolate, thus proceeded] : The time was now come that he should rest from bis labours. He was as Saul when the summons came to enter into his eternal reward. This was the first Church which he had founded in Ireland. It was now destined to be the place of his repose. St. Bridget w«s privileged to prepare the sbToud to enshrine his remaini. To her and her virgin companions he addressed sweet parting words on the glory of the blessed, and the joya of paradise. Bishops and priests, whom he bad formed to virtue and led to the sanctuary, gathered round him for his last blessing. He exhorted them to peace, forbearance, and charity. At the hands of a loved disciple, bt. Tbaseack, he received the viaticum of eternal life, and praying a blessing upon the Irish Church, and again and again repeating the words which were so familiar to him during life, "Deo Gratias," -'Thanks to Thee, O God, for all Thy wondiOHS •' mercies." he rested in peace. The whole clergy of Erin kept vigil around his hallowed remains for seven days ; but what with the chant of the religious choirs and the fragrance of paradise, and the heavenly light that lit up the sanctuary, and the melody of the angels, the whole time seemed to them to be but one short hour. Bt. Patrick had gone to his reward, but his apostolate did not cease, and through his prayers the fruitfulness of heavenly blessings which he bestowed upon hi? spiritual children shall be their inheritance till the end of time. It is recorded in one cf the lives of the Saint that in an ccstacy of prayer he asked of God a ninefold share of reward for the chosen people whom he had led to Christ. And this manifold reward was granted in the tiiple merit of their heroism of sanctity, the triple merit of their ze»l in spreading the light of divine truth, and the tnple merit awarded by the nations of Christendom for their unparalleled fortitude in enduring martyrdom for the faith. Thus the apostola'e of St. Patrick was complete. It was complete in that he had gathered the whole nation of Ireland into the fold of Christ. It was complete in that during his lifetime, the convents and cloisters and sanctuaries were filled with chosen bands of the sons and daughters of Erin, and priests and bishops whom he had himself trained to piety ministered with devotedness among the people whom he loved. It was complete in the peaceful triumph achieved by Divine «ruth, for, though St Patrick had himself to suffer a great deal at the hands of wicked men, yet the sword of persecution was not unsheathed against the Church, and the princes aud chieftains and people alike embraced the faith. It was above all complete in the perfection of sanctity which adorned the Irish Church. From the chill spell of the winter of idolatry, Ireland had passed almost without a springtime into the summer glow of spiritual life, and the land which St. Patrick found immersed in the darkness of paganism was at the close of his apostolate an islaad of saints. Everywhere the profane altars of aupeistition were overthrown and the idols forsaken. Religion triumphed and the blessings of God filled the land. The people in crowdß hastened to satiate their thirst at the fountains of mercy, the divine lessons of life and light were caught up with joy, the antbemß of piety resounded through every Bmiling valley of Ireland, and those ornaments of virtue, temperance, charity and peace, each one of which, when distributed among the nations of Christendom, suffices for tie privileged blessedness of a Christian people, were all blended and entwined to form the peerless aureola of Ireland's sanctity. One of the ancient Irish writers has described under poetic imagery, the marvellous conversion of the nation. The daughter of Lir— it is thus he designates the people of firm—w as keld captive under Druidical tpell for 400 years. Clothed in the snow-white plumage of the swan she moved silent and solitary over the waters of Lough Foyle. St. Patrick, arriving on the Bhores of the lake, erected his altar to offer the sacrifice of thanksgiving ana praise. At the moment of the elevatioD, when the tinkling of the little bell was heard over the still watets, the spell of enchantment was broken, and the fair daughter of Lir arose once more in the full grace and bloom of youth, and arrnyed in heavenly comeliness.and enlightened by divine faith, knelt for theiSaint'e blessings at the altar of God . Thus was the blessing of beavln set as a seal on the apostolate of St. Patrick. The hills, and valleys, and glens of Krin were lit up with the light of the Gospel

I and the various tribes of the nation, with a heroism aod fervoar , acd devotion, and gratitude never surpassed in the history of the Church, embraced the Catholic Faith, and were gathered into the one true fold. For 300 years after the advent of St. Patrick the lamp of faith burDed brightly throughout the length and breadth of the land. Ireland was the joy of Christendom, an island of saints, a shrine of piety, a garden of the Christian virtues, a sanctuary of civilisation and learning. Happy was it for Europe that Divine Providence had thus prepared a home for religion in the hearts of the Irish race. Triumphant barbarism was very soon to trample down the pride of Imperial Rome, uprooting its civilisation and transforming its most favoured province into a desolate and barren wilderness. The Saxons will ravage Britain with fire and sword. The Franks will occupy the fruitful territories of Gaul, Atilla and his Huns shall plunder Italy. Goths, Allemanni, and Burgundians shall lay waste the other fairest districts of Christendom, till it may seem that Europe can never again rise from the fetters of barbarism, and that her eun of civilisation and learning has for ever set. It waß then that the Island of Saints entered upon her mission as the burning and shining light of the Western world. Her Church in those days has been likened to the luminous beacon of some lofty lighthouse planted on a rock amid the foaming surge of the ocean and casting us light over the dark sea to guide the mariner in his course. Venerable Bede writes that the sons of the AngloSaxon Knights and Thanes proceeded in crowds to the Irish schools, to ba trained in the paths of knowledge— human and divine. Others came from France and Switzerland, from Germany and Italy. Bven from the remote monasteries of Egypt and the East men bent their pilgrim steps towards Erin to trim at her sanctuaries their lamp of faith, and to perfect themselves in the knowledge of divine truth and in the science of the saints. And from the schools and monasteries of Ireland innumerable missionaries fearlessly went forth on the arduous mission to renew the spent glories of civilisation, and to revive the Christian life of Europe. So many were these missionary bands that a French writer a thousand years ago cried out in astonishment, " All Ireland with her train cf saints and sages is migrating to our shores." And what was the work in which the zealous missionaries were engaged 1 I will allow another eloquent Frenchman of our own day to answer : " It was to preach the gospel to unbelievers ; to reanimate Christians crushed under barbarian invasions ; to arouse to nobleness, degenerate souls ; to raise up powerful races ; to rekindle the extinguishing torch of arts and of letters ; to carry everywhere the light of science and of faith." The missionary field of the saints and scholars of Erin in those days embraced almost the whole of Europe, from the Orkneys to the Thames— from the shores of the Channel to the sources of the Rhine and the banks of the Danube. They penetrated to the southernmost provinces of Italy ; they bore the Gospel northwards, over stormy and icy sea 9, even to the Faroe Islands and the shores of Iceland. Austria honours St. Co lman as her patron ; St. Kilian, with a chosen band of assistants, evangelised a great part of France, and penetrating thence into the heart of Thdringia, laid deep the foundations of the Holy Church, which he cemented with his blood. Need I name St. Columbanus and St. Gall, St. Cathaldusof Taranto, St. Donaiusof Fiesole, St. Romuald of Mtcilin, St. Virgilius the Apo3tle of Corinthia; St. Boniface, whom all Germany salutes as patron and apostle. When I was pr jceeding from Rome to Ireland a few months ago I turned aside from the direct road to visit the relics of St. Fridolin at Seckingen. He is still honoured tnere as chiet' patron. Hia memory is still cherished by bis devoted children, and new honours are every day decreed to his name. Suffice it to say that more than 300 of the Irish missionaries of those dajs have received the honours of the altar —a well-deserved tribute to their heroic devotedness and selfsacrifice—from the grateful churches of Christendom. Nor was it a mere pissing breath of sanctity that was thus wafted from the shrines of Ireland to the nations of the continent. The schools and monasteries and other institutions founded by those missionaries continued for centuries to reflect lustre on the fair name of Ireland as centres of enlightenment and bulwarks of morality and piety. Who is there that can pretend to enlightenment at the present day, and not feel grattful to the Irish Monastery of Bobbio, which jealously guarded the literary treasures of Greece and Rome in perilous times, and handed them down in safety to us ? From that Irish Monastery went forth two of the greatest Pontiffs of the middle ages, Sylvester the Second and Hildebrand, who did so mucti to stimulate the practice of Christian virtue, and to revive the sacred and polite studies throughout Europe. The Monastery of St. Gall, on the shores of Lake Constance, was a pharos of light for all Germany. Luxeuil and Fontaines were for centuries like fruitful vines, whose religious fruit gave joy to the dioceses and monasteries of France. Nearer to their parent home, need I recall the island sanctuaries of lona and Lindisfarce. A classic writer in England has in fond admiration linked together the names < i lona and Marathon ; but how far more glorious and beneficent than the battlefields of worldly strife were the achievements of the saintly armies of the Celtic monastery, whose long roll of heroes and victories is inscribed in the imperishable pages of the Book of Life. Lindisfarne.i the Holy Island of North Britain, vied with lona in the fruitfulness of sanctity. Its missionaries evangelised the whole territory from the Humber to the Thames, and continued for twelve generations to lead innumerable souls to Christ. When the tide of ruin swept over Christendom in the fifth and Bixth centuries, many names of invading tribes and peoples were heard for the first time in Europe, and they were the symbol of everything that was rude and barbarous. All that has been changed Those same tribes and peoples have for more than a thousand years been the synonym for Christian enlightenment and chivalry. Whence came this marvellous change 1 The world is indebted for it to the Irish Missionaries and saincs who bore with them to the coutineut the bleESing and the fruitful zeal of their own apostle ; aud who can wonder if to-day these regenerated nations of Uhmtuudom njoice whilst offering their tributes of gratitude and praiae to the Island of Saints and to St. Patrick from whose bright sductuaiy wure reflected upon them of old the quickening rays of civilisation and Chri9tian virtue. There was a wreath yat

wanting to mark the victory of Ireland's faith, the crown which v i granted only to the Church and nation that have won the triumph of martrydom St. John Chrysostom, in one of his eloquent discourses , remarks that like the purple radiance which at morning's dawn marks the victory of light over darkness, evca so peerless in beauty must be the wreath merited by the heroism of tin martyrs. And what shall I say of Ireland'ssufferings for the faith, a nation s martyrdom which w without a parallel in the history of the Church. The persecution which her people suffered for the faith was the most intense and most prolonged ever endured by any Christian nation. The broken arches, the burned sbrinep, the ivy-clad walls, the moss-grown ruins, the whole land thrice confiscated, tell the tale of Ireland's endurance in the cause of truth and justif c. Other churches may point with pride to the blight ar:ay of names which they have added to the roll of the martyrs of Christ. It is Ireland's glory that she has offered to God a whole nation of martyrs. When some years ago an illustrious Irish bishop was asked for relics of saints, be with deep emotion, replied, " I have no relics of saints on whose sanctity the Church has as yet set the seal of her authority ; but go to the first roadside cemetery that you shall meet, and take a handful of its hallowed dust, for it is the resting-place of martyrs of Christ." And how terrible was that martyrdom. For three centuries death, exile, or the prison was the birthright of the Irish Catholics ; and every means that the power and wealth of this world could wield, or which the perverted ingenuity of man could devise, was availed of to corrupt their fortitude aDd destroy their faith. But Ireland continued true to the faith and to the teaching of St. Patrick. The oak in the forest, when the tempest rages around it, casts deeper its roots in the genial soil. It was even so that the Catholic faith, amid the trials and storms of persecution, struck deeper its sacred roots in the hearts and the affections of the Irish people. Many were the branches that were torn from the parent trunk, and were borne by the violence of the storm to distant lands. But they did not wither or decay. They took root in every land. They have grown with the vigour of the tree planted by the running streams, and, under the blessing of heaven, they have been clothed with comeliness, with blossoms of peace, with fruits of charity and mercy, and they have yielded to those around them a saving shade. Now that the era of persecution for the faith has closed, what do we see 1 We see the whole people of Ireland unshaken in its devotedness to the divine faith preached by St. Patrick, and as fervent in works uf charity and in every exercise of religion as were tbeir fathers in the golden age of piety. Renewed in strength, like the eagle, the Church of Erin stands erect in all the freshness of her youth, with the seal of heaven on her brow. Her colleges and schools, her convents and monasteries, churches and cathedrals, and myriad institutions of piety and charity, proclaim a living faith and a devoted generosity which maybe rivalled, but cannot be surpassed. Her missionares have again gone forth to most distant lands, the heralds of the Catholic faith. I should rather have said that the whole nation has been impressed with the missionary spirit of its apostle. Wherever the true Irish emigrant finds a home, churches are sure to !P nn v-. UU J P ' and schools Bhall be erected, and piety small abound. Like the childien of God described by the Psalmist, they may go forth in sadness, and weep when casting their sieds. With sorrow they forsake tbeir mother-land, its green hills, its fairy glens, the friends so dear to them, the acre of God where their fathers bleep. But wherever they go they cast the seed of the Catholic f uth, and that sacred seed produces fruit an hundredfold. " Coming, they shall come with joyulness, carrying their sheaves." (Psalm 123.) The children cf IreJandare true to the traditions of rneir Ap stle, and to the piety of their fathers. In England and Scotland, in Canada and the United States, in our own fair Australian land— thanks to those sons and daughters of St. Patiick— nourishing churches have arisen, full of vigour and life, radiant with charity and faith, and woithy of the golden days of Christendom. May we not say that heaven has set us seal upon the fruitfulness of St. Patrick's apostolate. Oh, that that apostolate may ever be the piize.i inheritance of his children 1 Ine time is at hand when the blessings of freedom and just laws shall remove the clouds of glo.im and sadness that stnl cast a shadow over the dear old land oE the West. May tue blessing of St. Patrick be with his people in the days of their prospenty and lreedom. Iti whatever land tbeir lot ma/ be ciet may they love- their coumry ai their tuners loved it, may they be fervent in rope and chanty, an. l may iheir lamp ot faith never be extinguished. Ihus shall ihe apostolate of St. Patrick continue to be the inheiitanceof hischildren, and the Celtic race, ou which it was his miss-ini <n to set the seil ot lieaveo, ahcll be iv the future, as it has been in the past— the consolation of holy cnurch and the glory of Christendom.