well to make in our hearts at this point a very fervent act of thanksgiving to God for having given us really good mothers -mothers who loved us, not too well or at least not too weakly, but wisely-mothers who showed their love by firmness, by restraint and self-restraint, by denying what would be hurtful to us, by forming us patiently to habits of conscientiousness, punctuality, uprightness, obedience, and sundry other humdrum but solid virtues-by all the loving if sometimes mortifying devices of that amoureuse persécution" which Count Joseph de Maistre says good vigilant mothers exercise over their children. Such mothers keep their children more happy than weak, selfindulgent mothers, who indulge their children in order to spare themselves.

O'er wayward childhood wouldst thou hold firm rule,
And sun thee in the light of happy faces?

Love, truth, and patience, these must be thy graces,
And in thine own heart let them first keep school.

A writer in Harvest has an interesting paragraph on the mottoes used by the Catholic Bishops in England upon their seals and on the headings of official documents, etc. The Bishop of Plymouth has retained the family motto of the Grahams, Ne Oubliez ("Forget not "). This is the only one of the episcopal mottoes that is not in Latin. Most of them are from the Vulgate of the Bible. When Dr. Vaughan was Bishop of Salford his motto was Adveniat regnum Tuum ("Thy kingdom come "), but when he went to Westminster he selected a new one, Amare et servire (" To love and serve "). The present Archbishop of Westminster has chosen the Virgilian motto, Ne cede malis ("Yield not to ills "); the Bishop of Northampton, Deus solus auget aristas (“ God alone makes the wheat grow "); the Bishop of Southwark, Age pro viribus ("Strive with all thy might "). The Bishop of Birmingham's Justus et tenax propositi is from Horace. The present Bishop of Salford has selected as his motto a sentence of the Lord's Prayer, following that chosen by Dr. Vaughan, Fiat voluntas Tua ("Thy will be done"). There is a personal touch in the words selected by the Bishop of Shrewsbury, Loquere, Domine, quia servus servus Tuus (" Speak, Lord, for Thy servant heareth"). These are the words of Samuel, and the prelate who has adopted them is Dr. Samuel Allen. The motto of Dr. Burton, Bishop of Clifton, is In silentio et spe; of Dr. Hedley of Newport, Fides, Spes, Caritas; of Dr. Whiteside of Liverpool, In Fide et Caritat:; of Dr. Mostyn of Menevia, Auxilium meum a Domino ("My help is from the Lord").

Mr. Eustace Miles is, it seems, an authority on athletics and hygiene. He gives this scale of the food value in proteid of various dishes, a descending scale beginning with the highest : Cheddar, lentils, haricots,

Chicken, peas; and after those
Beef, salt-herring, oatmeal, egg,
Whole-meal flour, some parts of pig;
Walnuts next, fresh fish, then fig,
Cabbage, milk, then prunes, then roots
(Like potatoes), then fresh fruits;
In butter, arrowroot, and tea
And sugar, less and less we see
Of the body-building stuff,
Of which four ounces are enough
In daily food for most of you,
If professors' words are true.

As Cheddar cheese leads the van, it is well to add the qualifying clause that "it must be well masticated and not sent down in lumps upon which the gastric juices may fail to act.”

Mr. Arthur Symons in the Saturday Review calls these lines of Ronsard "lines of gravest pathos and subtlest harmony."

Le temps s'en va, le temps s'en va, ma dame:
Las! le temps, non, mais nous nous en allons.
We may leave out the lady as irrelevant.

Time is passing, passing, will not stay.
Ah, not time but we are passing away.

The President of Maynooth who preceded Dr. C. W. Russell, the Very Rev. and very learned Laurence Renehan, in one of his visits to the Senior Infirmary (a very poor building compared to the fine structure that bears that name at present) noticed a name scribbled on the wall, and, quoting aloud the old hexameter:

--

Nomina stultorum semper parietibus haerent,

went over and read out his own name. I have recently heard another version of that saying, in the form of a leonine hexameter:

Nomina stultorum scribuntur ubique locorum.

The French version keeps closer to this :

Le nom de fou se trouve partout.

As the last letter of trouve is treated as a syllable in

French verse, this can hardly be a rhyming couplet. This habit of scribbling on the walls of public buildings is not a mere modern vulgarity. In the excavations at Thebes a scribble done by an ancient Greek tourist was found on a wall of the tomb of Rameses IV. How long ago that must have been is plain from the fact that Thebes was destroyed by Cambyses more than five hundred years before the birth of Christ.

A GALWAY MEMORY

By Corrib up to leafy Cong.
(Ah, Cong by Corrib!)

Strangers in vain shall sail along
And marvel at the wooded isles,
The reefs, the shoals, the careful piles
That mark the tortuous track whereby
Their little craft may safely ply:
For ah, when Corrib has been passed
And leafy Cong is reached at last,
(Fair Cong by Corrib!)

And when their pleasure trip is done,
For all their frolic and their fun
They shall know nothing of the grace
That hovered once about that place :
The joy that once in gay July

Lit with new light lake, isles and sky:
So frail it may not live again,
So sweet that it was almost pain;
So sweet, so frail, that never song
May tell how Corrib and how Cong
(Oh, Cong by Corrib!)
Transfigured once a glory knew,

That shone undimmed a whole day through,
Then passed, and left all as before,

Grey waters lapping a grey shore.

FRANK C. DEvas, S.J.

THE MILKY WAY

THE road that turns its back to town
And winds a ribbon grey,

Through the sweet country's grass-green gown
He calls the Milky Way.

A little river in and out
Roams restlessly all day,
With all its bubbles in a rout
Beside the Milky Way.

The mist is just the country: there
The sun is shining gay,
Because the weather's always fair
Beyond the Milky Way.

He tracks the heavenly highway here
Where his small feet may stray,
And yet 'tis but the country dear
He calls the Milky Way.

KATHARINE TYNAN

WHITE ROSE

A SUMMER night, and silence everywhere.
The curvéd moon hangs low down in the west,
The palpitating flowers on Nature's breast

Pour out their incense on the perfumed air.

A beetle booms from out his hidden lair,
And a brown bat, a symbol of unrest,

Flaps with hooked wings, and black and woolly crest, Round a white rose, that glistens, soft and fair.

And, do you know, black thoughts wing round my soul, That sleeps amid their perils, calm and sure,

As yon white beauty 'mid the things of dusk, And evermore, while suns and planets roll,

I pray my soul such perils may endure

And spill its perfume, as yon rose its musk.

P. A. S.

NOTES ON NEW BOOKS

I. Rambles in Eirinn. By William Bulfin.

M. H. Gill and Son, Ltd.

(Price 6s.)

Dublin:

The title-page of this good book, which was "printed and bound in Ireland "-very well printed and very well boundgives as its motto the second stanza of John O'Hagan's beautiful song, 'Dear Land," and calls attention to the illustrations that adorn the pages and the maps specially made under the author's direction. Mr. Bulfin has spent seventeen years at Buenos Aires, South America. He spent his well-earned holidays last year in cycling and otherwise travelling some three thousand miles, describing what he saw and felt in letters which appeared in two Irish newspapers and in the New York Daily News. Mr. Bulfin has a very easy, natural style, and describes his experiences very pleasantly. His maps of special districtsthe Westmeath Lakes, from Dublin to the Shannon, the county of "Leo" Casey and Goldsmith, etc., are very useful in letting us understand his wanderings; and a cycling tourist would find them useful on his own wanderings, for they mark distinctly the first-class and second-class roads. The various items in each chapter are mentioned clearly in the table of contents in front, and the alphabetical index at the end guides to any spot in Ireland, about which you want to have Mr. Bulfin's opinion. He has given us a good, genial volume. The publishers append to it a very interesting list of books in the Irish language, published chiefly by themselves. We have counted seventeen by Dr. Douglas Hyde, twenty-three by Father Dinneen, and fifteen by Canon Peter O'Leary, P.P. Many of these are sixpenny pamphlets, separate plays, etc.; but the list shows the literary activity of Irish Ireland. God bless all who love dear old Ireland!

2. The Catholic Defence Society, 11 Lower Dominick Street, Dublin, has published as a penny pamphlet of forty pages the lecture which Monsignor Hallinan, Vicar-General of Limerick, delivered before the Maynooth Union, June 27, 1907, on the need there is for a Catholic Defence Society in Ireland. Very striking statistics are given of the survival of the Protestant Ascendancy in many public enterprises, even where the Catholic majority are the chief supporters of them. This very able