Archbishop Redwood’s Life

New Zealand Tablet, Volume LI, Issue 9, 28 February 1924, Page 21

Archbishop Redwood’s Life

(Extracts from his Reminiscences.) A PROFESSOR IN IRELAND. During the year after my arrival in Dundalk, namely 1864, I continued to teach Latin and Greek to the schoolboys, at St. Mary’s College, while I resumed, as a Marist scholastic, my study of theology, both dogmatic and moral. My professors were Very Rev. Father Leterrier, S.M., Superior of the house, and Father Pestre, S.M., both eminent theologians. For erudition in theology it were hard to find Father Pestre’s equal. He had studied profoundly and analysed, pen in hand, all the greatest theological masters, ancient and modern. Father Leterrier was also a deep and well-read theologian, and* a man who had thoroughly assimilated his book-knowledge and made it his own. He was more remarkable for deep and original thinking than for erudition. While part of my day was spent in teaching Latin and Greek, I had to employ the rest in theological study, and in giving to the Marist scholastics a course of rhetoric and English literature; and, in addition, at a later period, I gave some lectures to the students on the dignity and duties of the priesthood. Among the scholars was J. J. Grimes, afterwards first Bishop of Christchurch, but then teacher of -English to the college boys, while still, like myself, a student in theology and other branches of ecclesiastical knowledge. He had studied classics in the Marist College, at Bar-le-Duc (France). We led a hard and strenuous life. The rule, too, in Uie first years of the Marist Fathers’ residence in Dundalk, ■ w as over severe for the Irish climate ; tea and water were our only, beverage, except on feast-days. We,rose from bed at 4 a - m for a year or two; and generally our austere lives won for us, with the people who frequented our lowly chapel, the-name of the ’“Holy Fathers.” One' of the local clergy once said to Father Crouzet, S.M., the

procurator: “Ah! you get up at four in the morning—you won’t do that long in Ireland, in our short winter days and long nights, your gas bill will cure you of that. Fancy artificial light from three in the afternoon till 8 a.m. next day.” He was right; our rising hour'was made six.' Our beverage allowance was also advantageously altered, not to speak of our improved diet. The Continental regime was replaced by the Irish. . b Among my pupils in the college was Felix Watters or whom, in later years, I obtained from Leo XIII the dignity of ad honorem Doctor of Divinity, and whom I T Se Z first Rector of St. Patricks College, Wellington. apt* S e r al ' d Gi : eek ’ a " d 1 he - ' On January 6 (Feast of the Epiphany), 1864, I made ny leligious profession and so became a Marist. in that year, also, I received Tonsure, Minor Orders, and Subdeaconship. In 1860 I was ordained Deacon, and on June 6 of the same year, at Maynooth, I was raised to the high and awful dignity of the priesthood. I went to Maynooth purposely for the ordination on the morrow, and the whole bv the night of June 5,1 Spent in prayer. I may remark, helned fn + "’ as Strange how many different prelates helped to promote me to the priesthood. I was confirmed at Lyons by Cardinal de Donald, in his private chapel during the year of my fifth class at St. diamond 1 ecewed Tonsure i?m- Minor Orders from ' Bishop Whelan Culltn S VS ; p U lm i. SuMenconship from Archbishop (0 je Cardinal), in his private chapel, Dublin; Deaeonship from Archbishop Dixon, in the chapel of the nuns of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, at Armagh; and priesthood from Dr. Whelan, formerly Bishop of Bombay. My first Mass was a high Mass in the Marists’ chapel of Dundalk It was by my ordination, at Armagh, that I oft™ to know the nuns of the Sacred Heart, for whom I 0 en said Mass in their chapels, in or near Dublin- and Establish the Gr y T’ Father Chata Sr, SM wanted to establish them in Timaru, I went to America to get them west of Spidflc 4 L ° UiS - T ™ arU ~ t,Mir *»» Shortly after, another intellectual burden was put upon me I had to prepare myself for the degree of licentiate in theology, while Father Pestre was to obtain the Doctorate though already ’ fl in theological science, he was pre-eminently I- ,’ aTId + fi , t .. to exarn,ne »s examiners. His examinat on, when it did come off, was most brilliant, and his eloquence in Latin astonished the Board of Examiners Later on, he sat with the Board that examined me for the licentiate. This Board of Examiners in Dublin was prorff br ' WrT and illflllei,ce of Mgr. Woodlock great friend of lather Leterrier- from the renowned College 0. Maynooth Two professors from Maynooth, together with Rev Father O’Reilly, S.J., and Father Pestre, Wed the boaid at my examination. To obtain his Doctorate Father Pestre had to present a hundred theses 1,1 writing, and stand an oral examination upon them. I, for the. licentiate, was to undergo an oral examination upon an ordinary course of dogmatic and moral theology, and to write a given thesis, . with no assistance bur a Bible. My oral examination lasted four hours, two m the morning and two in the afternoon; and in the same afternoon I wrote in two hours aitf a half my thesis. The oral examination was all in Latin, which I then spoke very fluently and was but a series of objections taken from any tract of theology at the examiner’s option. In none of the objections was I unable to find a principle of solution, and so answer to the- objector’s satisfaction. I was successful also in my written thesis, and thus won my licentiate degree. So intense was my struggle with the varied and subtle ■objections that, both morning and afternoon, the two hours seemed to me about three-quarters.of an hour. I owed a deep debt of gratitude to good Father Pestre, who assisted me so much for my examination, and discussed with me, again and again, the most formidable objections to be found in a course of theology. This stood me in good stead at tne oral examination. A WINTER, IN ROME. ‘ My health bore .the strain very well until a neglected cold, caught ,in . the mountain of La Salette in France,

August, 1867, brought on in Dundalk an attack of pneumonia which nearly proved fatal. I blessed God for it afterwards, because it procured for me a visit to Rome and the sojourn of a winter in that Eternal City. It happened thus: My attack of pneumonia had been in October, and the . most distinguished doctor in Dublin, consulted on the matter, forbade me to spend the coming winter in Ireland; so my superiors were compelled to send me to winter in a warmer climate on the Continent. I went at first to Lyons (France), and while I was there who should come along but my venerable predecessor in the See of Wellington, Dr. Viard-, and his chaplain, Father Tresallet, S.M. Dr. Viard had come to attend the Vatican Council about to be held in 1869, and my Superior General, Very Rev. Father Favre, S.M., and Father Yardin, S.M., well-known afterwards in Wellington, were to spend with him the winter in Rome. I obtained, as a great favor, from my general, who invariably was all kindness to me, the permission to be one of the privileged party. I shall never forget the extraordinary impression made upon me at the first sight of Rome with St. Peter’s noble dome towering above the “City of the Soul” —as Byron aptly calls it. We started by train from Lyons and spent a night and a day in Marseilles. There was no railway yet from Marseilles to Rome, so we had to go by steamer to Civita Vecchia and thence by rail, 40 miles, to Rome. We embarked at night and during all the night underwent a terrific thunderstorm and a rough sea. 1 was in the same cabin as Very Rev. Father Favre, and, in the midst of the almost continuous claps of loudest thunder, an old rooster in a crate on deck, never failed to mark the watches of the night with his faithful instinctive crows. Father Favre drew my attention to this fact, despite the painful tossing of the ship. We arrived next afternoon in clear, bright weather, and took the train at Civita Vecehia. What a train! How slow, how illequipped, how mean in every respect! And what stations along the line! And what commodities! Disgraceful compared with all other railways I had ever seen. Father Favre commented forcibly and indignantly on its sad condition. “What a pity,” he said, “that when the Papal Government attempted to build a railway, it did not achieve the work properly! Such an exhibition of failure lends a handle to all the fiercest enemies of the Temporal Power to mock and scorn. A good line might as well have been built as this bad, disgraceful one.” We reached Rome at last in a delightful Italian evening after a gorgeous sunset. What a delightful winter I spent in Rome! Father General most kindly furnished me with the best works he knew upon Rome, ancient and modern, I devoured them from cover to cover. I had nothing to do but take care of my health and avoid going out in the keen morning air till the streets were warmed by the sun; and then study the books about the churches, shrines, catacombs, monuments of Rome, and, when I had stored my mind and fired my imagination about these treasures of antiquity and art, to go and visit them, again and again, at my, leisure and inclination, often book in hand. At spare moments I wrote my impressions in all their vividness, and my letters, on receipt in Dundalk, were read in the refectory to the Marist scholastics, much, I was told, to their delight. What became of those letters I know not; at all events, they kept me in touch with my confreres and them with Rome. BACK TO ERIN. I returned to Ireland, in 1869, cured of my chest complaint, and was made Professor of Dogma to the Marist scholastics removed to Dublin. Fathers Leterrier, Pestre, and I spent several happy years at 89 Lower Leeson Street. I had with my Superior-General a private audience with his Holiness Pope Pius IX; and got his paternal blessing. When the time came for me to bid farewell to the City of the Popes, I felt a keen pang of sorrow, at the thought I should never set my eyes upon it again. I would fain have kissed the sacred soil so often drenched with the prolific blood of countless martyrs. How little dreamt I then that I should in my long lifetime return again and again and again to the Holy City, and have repeated audiences with four successive .Popes Pius, Leo,

Pius, and Benedict, Who knows? Perhaps I shall yet be favored to approach the sacred person of the present Pope Pius XI., ere I quit this vale of exile and tears. Lower Leeson Street, has now a very flourishing dayschool of which Dr. Watters, S.M., on his return to Ireland, at the end of his Rectorship in St. Patrick’s College, Wellington, was made Superior, and where he died. He was shotin all probability by the sentry—as he was leaving a house, over a mile away from Leeson Street, where he had called for a few minutes to inquire about the funeral of a priest. The military authorities published the news that he had been shot by a stray-ball at his 'own door. He was brought home the day after he was wounded, and lingered for a week, dying a most holy death. The authorities, when requested, refused to correct the first false news — another stain upon their much tarnished memory. I took care to have the correct version, given by his successor, Father McVicars, S.M., -published in* the New Zealand Tablet. A fine stone monument, erected to his memory, may be seen to-day in Glasnevin Cemetery. EPISCOPAL CONSECRATION. At the close of the Vatican Council my predecessor, Dr. Viard, returned to New Zealand, and shortly after fell ill. My superiors immediately began negotiations with Rome for my appointment as his Coadjutor, and, during the negotiations, he died, in 1872. Two years afterwards, when Dr. Moran (Bishop of Dunedin) had, by direction of the Holy See, visited the Diocese of Wellington, and made his favorable report upon it, I was appointed Bishop of Wellington in 1874, at-the age of not quite 35 years —being then the youngest Bishop in the world. I was destined through God’s mercy to become, by consecration, the senior Bishop in the Catholic world, and that is my unique distinction to-day. While I was Professor of Dogma in Leeson Street, 1 preached for Father Verdonafterwards Bishop of Dunedin retreat to the students of Clonliffe Ecclesiastical College of which he was then Rector. Little did I then think that I should be, in the future, the principal agent to bring about his election to the See of Dunedin, and should preach the sermon at his consecration by Cardinal Moran, in St. Joseph’s Cathedral, Dunedin. As soon as the question arose of my likely appointment as Coadjutor to Dr. Viard, my superiors withdrew me from the teaching of theology and brought me to Sainte Foy-les-Lyon (Rhone), France, that I might be available when wanted, and that I might have leisure to study the duties of a Bishop. It also gave me the opportunity to recover my command of the French language, which, after I became Bishop of Wellington, I utilised to address large French audiences in various cities, in reference to New Zealand and the Marist Missions generally. I never wrote these addresses or sermons, but only thought them out carefully and then relied on improvisation for their diction, which came fluently without effort, I received the news of my appointment to the See of Wellington on the 29th of January, 1874, Feast of my Patron, St. Francis of Sales. When, at an earlier date, my Superior General proposed to me his . desire to have me elevated to the Episcopate I was staggered; but when, on reflection, I decided that obedience was the best proof of humility and the surest sign of God’s will, I accepted the awful dignity and tremendous responsibility, trusting in God and the “Star of the Sea.” I had never, as God knows, desired and never asked to return to New Zealand after my profession as a Marist. I put myself entirely into the hands of my superiors to go where they wished and do what they commanded, all the days of my life: my sacrifice of home and country was absolute, and, as far as dependent on me, irrevocable. And thus, in my poor person, was again signally verified the truth of the sacred words: “An obedient man shall speak of victory.” (Prov, xxi. 28.) . . , Archbishop Manning (not yet Cardinal), at my request, most graciously consented to consecrate me in. St. Ann's Marist Church, London. I chose myself St. Patrick’s Day for the consecration. And why>? Because I

held this great Apostle of the Irish in the highest veneration, and because I had witessed for years the faith and virtues of the people whom his labors and miracles had converted from heathenism to the Catholic Faith, which they have kept so heroically down to the present day and will keep for ever. I also considered that the bulk of my flock in New Zealand was Irish, and 1 longed for the blessing and- assistance of their great Apostle upon my labors in their behalf. Therefore I applied to Rome for the requisite indult to allow me to be, consecrated on St. Patrick’s Day, and, of course, it was at once gladly granted. As St. Patrick was, as remarkable for his great age as for his miracles, it may be and I have often thought —that my vigorous old age, even unto the attainment of seniority in the Catholic Hierarchy of the world, is the result of his blessing and intercession in my behalf. I like, at all events, to think and say so. After my consecration 1 returned to France and, when I had visited, in a series of hearty and brilliant receptions, the principal establishments of the Marist Fathers, and many churches in different dioceses together with their bishops and archbishops, I began to prepare for my departure for New Zealand, in company with Rev. Father Kearney, S.M. But beforehand I held ordinations for the Marist Fathers, and some of the subjects whom I ordained became, later on, bishops and were Viears-apostolic in Occania.v 1 also visited Ireland and there met with most cordial and enthusiastic receptions in Dublin and Dundalk, and it was a great joy and satisfaction to meet old friends and former pupils, and to celebrate festivities in their homes and families. I shall, in this connection, never forget the interesting, instructive and delightful tour I made with my companion. Father Ginaty, S.M., afterwards Rector of Christchurch, and so well known far and wide in the Dominion as the main instrument in the foundation and furtherance of Mount Magdala, that great institution of the Nuns of the Good Shepherd, far-famed in New Zealand for their charity to orphans, and their admirable services to a class of unfortunates more sinned against than sinning. We visited together, with infinite admiration and pleasure, some of the most delightful spots in beautiful Erin, and, in various ecclesiastical colleges, made arrangements for students who afterwards became most zealous and successful members of my clergy in New Zealand. RETURN TO NEW ZEALAND AS A BISHOP. At length came the time for our departure for New Zealand. We left Southampton on September 2nd, 1874, on board of the Australia, a brand-new ship of the then great size of 4000 tons. She was the largest steamer yet built by the P. and 0. Company. She was of course a single-screw steamer twin-screw steamers being yet nonexistent. What changes since then in tonnage, propellers, and all things else! We were actually proud of her size and, fancy! of her speed ! She had to do the voyage at the average rate of ten knots an hour, and— it seems nowincredible the P. and O. Company was the only one to contract for such a speed in the conveyance of the mails from Europe to India- and Australia. Why, it was thoughtthen a most creditable .achievement. To-dav— what a contrast!—any old steam craft will run her ten knots an hour. We had, too, the regular old-fashioned long simde table running from end to end of the dining-saloon; amUt was cooled— only part of the shin so cooled—in the hot weather by punkas swung noiselessly with rope and pulley by little swarthy, white-clad Indian lads: the electric fans in cabins and saloons were yet unknown. At last, on a fine evening, we reached the Bluff and I shall always remember the vivid impression of .feeling myself once more really in New Zealand (after an absence of twenty years), produced by the peculiar smell of the numerous flax bushes near the landing-place. ' ' We had time to go to Invercargill by the railway,, nineteen miles, one of . the very first bits of railroad built in New Zealand, and for « while noted for its slowness and uncertainty, as illustrated by the little story of the woman in a hurry to reach the town, who, for lack of time, refused to take the obligingly proffered train.

No need to dwell upon the very cordial reception we met with from Bishop Moran, at Dunedin; nor upon the many friends and relatives who met me at Lyttelton and took me by train in a special car to Christchurch, where we became the welcome and most cordially treated guests of the Marist Fathers, in their tiny wooden cottage in Barbadoes Street, near the almost equally small convent and church, now replaced by the handsome Cathedral, spacious Bishop’s residence, and stately convent. Finally, towards the end of November, we reached Wellington where, at about eleven a.m., I was solemnly and canonically received in old St. Mary’s Cathedral, then unfinished except in the chancel. An appropriate address was read to me which I answered in quite a lengthy speech. My first Pastoral Letter, composed in France and previously sent to New Zealand, had anticipated and prepared my personal advent. Well, then, what did I find on this hill, called in the beginning Golder’s Hill, where now stand the noble substantial Church of the Sacred Heart, my residence, and St. Mary’s Convent and flourishing college? Please bear in mind that the early colonists built at first in a very lowly and primitive manner. Any. habitation seemed good enough were it. superior to a Maori whare: Why, the first Government House, on this very hill was a one-storey wooden cottage. My predecessor’s house was similar and lowlier still. It stood in a wrong place, within the convent ground, and on a then public, thoroughfare, which passed in front of it and the convent, a not much' better structure, while both were not many removes from a Maori whare. ■ I had refused, on good advice, before I came, to ever live in it, and so, after my arrival, I occupied, for eighteen months, during the construction of my present house, Dr. Hector’s house, near the Museum, which had been previously rented for me, while the doctor was on a tour to Europe. It has since been demolished. Before becoming a part of the kitchen department of St. Alary’s present convent, the aforesaid Bishop’s house "Conveniently Served to lodge for a time some of the orphans, while their new brick orphanage was in construction. The orphans were afterwards removed advantageously to Upper Hutt and then their new orphanage became the present St. Alary College for girls. 1 closed the thoroughfare, in the nick of time, before prescription could be claimed. In Hill Street, on the present site of the Sacred Heart Church, stood old St. Mary’s Cathedral, dedicated to the Immaculate Conception, built by Dr. Viard in the fifties, and for some years the prettiest church in all New Zealand ; and, verily, for those days it was a great achievement, and one to be proud of. My saintly predecessor, in his zeal for the safety and welfare of Wellington, then terrified by the severe earthquakes of 1855, hurried on the erection of St. Alary’s with all possible celerity, and, with his boundless trust in the protection of the Immaculate Mother of God, whose large gilt statue, from the tower, with outstretched' hands, looked down upon the city, he used to say: “Wellington ill, I hope, have no more disastrous earthquakes, as long as Mary’s statue marks her protection of the city.” And,, indeed, so far, Wellington has not suffered any serious damage from many subsequent earthquakes.. Apart from the Cathedral and a long, low boys’ school, on the site of ray present house, this hill presented a cheerless and depressing aspect; so bleak was it, so bare, treeless and forlorn, that I aptly named it the “Hill of Misery.” ET QUANTA GAUD I A'. To meet me on my arrival from. Europe, my brothers, Tom and Charley, had come expressly from Blenheim to give me the heartiest welcome, in the name of all the Redwood family, and, in.particular, of my dear old mother longing to see me again. I lost no time in answer to her longing. - Accordingly, with my two brothers, I started on the small steamer Phoebe for Picton. We had a good passage in a fine, starry, summer night. We had, however, some difficulty and delay in picking up the entrance to r l ory channel, which had no beacon lights as it has to-day. Nor was there any railway from Picton to Blenheim but only a finding coach road. ' At Picton my brother Charley’s tine pair of horses and a carriage were iu readiness. We

soon did the seventeen miles to the ferry on the Wairau River, ’ there , being then no bridge. There were clouds of dust, in parts of the way, stirred up by the number of conveyances which had brought people to meet me at Picton. A crowd of Catholics, with their good Rector, Father Sauzeau, S.M., were on the Blenheim side of the river, and, of course, in a fever of expectation, wondering what their new Bishop was like. My mother’s heart was throbbing apace in expectance of her son, Frank, whom she last saw a boy, and now so changed and exalted! her Bishop. She remembered her broken leg and her parting kiss, twenty years ago, at Stafford Place in 1854. I had better not describe our meeting. There are moments in life beyond the power of speech to describe — and this was one. A lengthy procession was formed and so we entered Blenheim. T was driven, amid the ringing cheers of the people, ’to the poor little wooden church, since become a girls’ dayschool, and there my" brother-in-law, Cyrus Coulterhe who drove me to Nelson, twenty years before, on the eve of my departure for Europeread me the people’s address, to which I,fitly and copiously responded—and so ended a memorable day. I was well. are that another heart was yearning for my presence, namely, that of ray dear friend, father, and monitor of my childhood and youth, Venerable Father Garin, S.M., in Nelson. T determined to satisfy his affection with the least possible delay. So, when I had celebrated Christmas, in St. Mary’s, Wellington, with all possible pomp and ceremony, had sung my first Pontifical High Mass in the diocese, and preached my first set sermon in my own Cathedral, I took the first available steamer for Nelson. How glad old Cross, the pilot, was to be the first of the Nelsoti folk to shake hands with me, and what a fuss the glad old fellow made! How glad, too, T was to meet again Father Garin, and what memories rushed into our minds at our meeting! And how overjoyed I was to greet good Brother Claude Marie Bertrand, who once had so great a part in my schooling! It was all round a real feast of the heart, worth a lifetime to celebrate. I made nn my mind, on the soot, to endeavor to make Father Garin as happy as I could for ,the rest of his life. Wherefore, I sent him, at an early date, Father Mahoney, S.M., afterwards Dean honey, whose fine marble monument, /rivalling that one erected on his grave in Ireland where he ended his days, stands outside St. Joseph’s Church, and fitly commemorates the undying affection of his grateful flock in town and country. -His cheerful, genial ways, his endless care to take upon himself the chief burdens of the parish, and always ingeniously leave the credit of what was best to Father Garin in the eyes of the peoplethis was, indeed, a main factor in making the declining years of this venerated pastor placid, sweet, and serene like the mildest summer sunset. FIFTY YEARS AGO. In those days the Diocese of Wellington comprised all New- Zealand, except the Dioceses of Auckland and Dunedin, that is to say, all the provinces (not yet abolished) of the two Islands, except Otago, Southland, and Auckland. It also included the Chatham Islands,, distant three days by steamer from Lyttelton. I never visited them, because the only Catholic then resident in them was wont to come to New Zealand yearly for his Easter duty. They now belong to the Diocese of Christchurch, cut off from Wellington Diocese when I became Archbishop, and now contain quite a number of Catholic residents. Again, roads through most extensive parts of my Diocese were scarce and rough, being mostly bridle tracks or narrow buggy roads. The crossing of the many and often rapid and swollen rivers and creeks,, was - a perilous undertaking, and only God knows how many hapless people perished unknown in the treacherous waters, particularly on the West Coast of the South Island, where the only road, in many cases, was the ocean beach or strand, and where to cross the numerous rivers, one had to carefully watch ’the tide and beware of quicksands, many a man’s death. How many unrecorded and tragic deaths on those journeys! Add to these dangers the pitiless drenching one got in the rain and rivers, and the length and weariness of such slow travelling. In order to be always fit for long journeys on horseback, I kept a horse of my own in.. Wellington, and - took mv daily ride then, as I take my daily walk now. For my episcopal visits in the remotest • districts (for I wanted to'

know and see all my people everywhere) I had an outfit in keeping with my needs. What of my ecclesiastical wardrobe I could not cram into my saddlebags, I contrived to squeeze into a long cylindric waterproof leather case strapped before me on the horse's withers, and affording a pleasant rest for my hands. Thus equipped, with my long leather leggings, and a waterproof overcoat, and a southwester hat, I could face any weather, snow, wind, or rain. This horseback travelling had, of course, its inherent drawbacks, but it also had its unforgettable zest and charm. I shall ever keep a pleasant remembrance of the fun and liveliness of my several visitations on the West Coast of the South Island. The pictures stand out before my mind as vivid to-day as though they were yesterday. We are (for instance) on the way from Cape Foulwind to Charleston, along the strand for miles, at low water. We are fifty well-mounted riders and in the highest spirits. A crowd of men and youths have flocked to meet their Bishop. What a joyous cavalcade we are along that smooth and firm strand.! Rattling along at a good hard gallop, nay, sometimes at racing speed, is cheery and exhilarating in the extreme. Then, at the end of the beach, we. come to the

road leading to the township within a mile. Here we meet the women and children and a good sprinkling of men advancing in procession to welcome us. How pretty the children look in their holiday attire with their fluttering banners! At last we reach the church; I come from the vestry in my episcopal robes; I receive an address; I examine the children generally and the candidates for confirmation; I announce a sermon for the evening to -be followed by confessions, and on the morrow Cdmmunion and Confirmation. Evening comes, and. I preach a stirring sermon,-, and to what an intelligent audience composed of all classes even the most cultured! Next day Mass is over, and Confirmation we dine, and off we are again to some other place to repeat a similar programme. I preached twice every twenty-four hours for a month, and it did me good: my chest at first was rather weak, from the effects of vny pneumonia in Ireland, but public speaking strengthened it and improved my health exceedingly; - _:r fondly dwell upon these scenes of other days, which 'cannot bn witnessed again, believing it- would be wrong to. let them sink unrecorded into : perpetual oblivion. '<<. :