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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXII, Issue 2, 10 May 1895, Page 9

The Montreal True Witness challenges the notorious Ohiniquy, the apostate priest, " to point oat one grand idea, one noble sentiment, one elevating thought, in any or all of bis writings since the day lie was forced to abandon the Catholic Church." Mr Oorney Grain, of German Reed fame, died in London on Saturday, March 16, from the after effects of influenza. Only the week before we chronicled the death of bis partner, Mr Alfred Reed, and it is indeed sad to reflect on the fact that these Iwo men who, for the past twenty. seven years had done so much to raise the tone of public amusement, should thus be stricken down within a week of each other. Their fame as high class and healthful entertainer! will live long in the memories of their patro c, amongst whom wera many London Catholics.— CatJulic Times The wreck of the great Spanish warship, the Rein a Regente, close to the entrance of the Straits of Gibraltar, has naturally thrown that nation into mourning. It is another to be added to the great sea disasters of recent years. There were, we believe, over 400 soula on board, so that the appalling catastrophe rivals the Kibe disaster and the sinking of the Victoria. The Beina Regente wag a vessel of 4,800 tons. She was deck protected and parially protected. She farmed one of tbe training and cruising squadron, and had not been long launcbel. Nothing escapes the w keful eye of the speculative prospector. The future of the far-famed Falls of Foyers ia in danger. Tle Falls of Flyers on Lich Ness, formsoneof the most piciurtsque and attractive spots in Scotland. It now is proposed, however, to convert them into the motive power of electricity in connection with the manufacture of aluminium. Oljcoun-e such a motive powtr is cheaper than coal, but then is only one Falls of Foyers in Great Britain, while our coal supply is not yet exhausted. H. M. Stanley the African explorer, and the lion of a few short years ago, is now living in the small suburbs of London, Ha has a comfortable small house there, but even the neighbours scarcely know who he is. But that ia not all. Three years ago one of the American Scribners hastily packed his valise Bnd went to Cairo, in Kgyp% to head off other publishers and secure the American rif hts tj Stanley's book. Stanley received a fabulous sum for it, sold tbe English, Indian, Australian German and French rights separately and made a small fortune out of the bo)k. Tbe o .her day an article from the same man wpnt abegging for a publisher. Count Niccolo Piccolomini, the last male descendant of the Picoo'omini fami'y, to which Piua 11. belonged, has died at Sienna, at 74 years of ago. Widespread regret is felt at the death of Father Raymond, 0.P., which to k placa at Mount Argus, Haro d's Cross, on Tnursdey, February 28th. Ie is not many months since this holy Padsionitst celebrated his Golden Jubili c, when he was presented with an illuminated address and a harjdsome chalice. Father Ha>mond did not long survive this rare distinction. A recent slight wound on his foot led to erysipelas, when pneumenia set in and carried him off in eight daje. He was in his 72jd jear. He came to Ireland with the la c Father Charles in 1850, and was present at the opening of M mnt Argua in 1856. Ha wks aferwarda elected Rector of St Siviour's tteire it, Bro *d way, in Wo cestershire. It may be said that every Passionitt in the provinces, with few exceptions, was truned under his paternal care. He was a strict disciplinaiian, and led a life of tbe most exemplary piety. We (corespondent of tbe London Globe) live twenty miles away from anywhere — our way of expressing complete out-of-the-worldaeßs. We are 800 strong (^ur village, not the parish) all told, and Father Tom, the parish pries', is kiop, and a kii.dly-bearied, mild-mannered ruler be is. He chrut-ned ua all, married all of us burdened with matrimor.y, and the pity is that dtath, now rapidly approaching, will prevent him giving most of us the ' Viaticum. " His.kindly face acd parting bless ng, uttered in his sympathetic brogue, almost makef d?aih sweet. Father Tom has two troubles— bis " crosses," he calls them— his servants, Kate and Larry, who quarrel from moruing to night, about anything or not' iug. Tbe priest says they remind aim of tbe Protestants and Catholics in the North each recurring 12th of July— if one doesn't raise the row the other will but, he adds, every hour of he day is a 12th of July in my hons*." And yet he would not p«rt with eiiber of them for the world. Kite is a perftct grenadier of a woman, while Larry, " the priest's buy," a hardy chap of fifty is five feet nothing. On the kitchen dresser are two rows of powter pots, fur ornament, not use, ou which Kate scrubs ber temper away, and they are generally shining. Tbey are an unfailing barometer of Katb'a temper. When they shiae with a dazzling lustre the l»dy has been iv a fierce tantrum, when they are aay way dull and leaden weather has been tnir for some hours. Father Tom is worth a dozen policemen and a whoe bench of nugistrates ia settling disputes. Give me Esther Tom betore the whole hierarchy. He will brook no interference, however, with the religi >us tenets of his parishoners, no proselytising Lady Bountiful to lead his ft ck as ray with money bribes.