to ripen a publication for which we can perceive no mission ?' We have been frequently so questioned, and have turned from the questioners with pain. Are there then, we thought, many who can see nothing worthy in joining together, with the approbation of conscience and religion, in an undertaking whose every success is at one and the same time an improvement to ourselves, and a pleasure to our friends ? Are there those amongst us who will slight the effort to bring more clearly before men the beautiful brotherhood of the Great Family-patronising that effort, however humble, independently of party, name, or nation ? And can there be those so ignorant or thoughtless as not to perceive that while the land is inundated with publications, from which education not less than religion turns disgusted, there surely must be some merit in starting one in competition which shall, under Providence, contain nothing against God or man. Nor is it our purpose merely to supplant the reading which some Catholics at least, feel to be a disgrace to our time; on the contrary we look forward to being enabled to include scientific matter, historical enquiry, and political discussion, of value far beyond anything we have yet attempted. Our censors no doubt see, in the ripe scholarship and wonderful erudition of the numberless hostile periodicals, ample recreation for their cultivated intellect, and no particle of danger for their Spartan virtue. Be this as it may, we will not yield to all in experience of periodical literature for some years past, and we assert that its power and beauty, in numberless instances, work for evil in Catholic minds. Shall this not catch the eye of anyone, who, after perusing some article of great ability, and very fascinating style—the former evidenced in attacking some Catholic doctrine, the other adorned with many a sneer at Catholic practice—has closed the Magazine or Review more in doubt than anger? Are there no Catholic periodical readers, who, day by day, imbibing more and more of the poisonous "information," on some topic of contemporary history, in which, verily, the arguments are pot seldom built on positive falsehood respecting facts, are at last III. pulled up by the “information,” prompting some conclusion verging on heresy, and, half frightened, are finally obliged to throw over the subject, peeping at it ever after with no very comfortable feelings? Is the feeling of annoyance against some perhaps beautiful Catholic practice because we are blind to the bitterness of the sneeraltogther unknown to us; and is the unworthy blush of shame because we do not see the fallacy of the reasoning—by any means strange? As for our opponents of all classes, departments, and prices, their name is legion, while the number of our brothers is ridiculously small. Can any thinking Catholic then assert that if we, even at intervals, bring forward a true historical statement, a just literary criticism, or a candid political view, our existence is still aimless, and our purpose worthless? Can the most supercilious of our censors maintain that we labor in vain, if but twice in a year we convince one of our own of the falsehood of his so-called information ? But with reference to another class, who, abounding in our own locality, seem to find amusement in sneering at our efforts, and some recreation in “ talking us down,” we would respectfully remind them that our most attentive readers are not, by any means all in Liverpool, and that some of the names on our gradually increasing staff of contributors would, if known, speedily put their strange hostility to shame. So far as their own patronage is concerned, we are not sensible of any particular anxiety regarding it; we have friends whose valued approval places us above their notice, and we seek it not from them. Apart from the anxiety which, as lately noticed to our subscribers, we have reason to entertain on our own account relative to the all-important sinews of war, we need scarcely. urge as an additional necessity for promptitude in our favor, that receiving gratuitous contributions cannot and ought not long continue. We feel sure, from the knowledge we have of the views of many who have exerted themselves for us, that such a course would be as repugnant to their finer feelings as it is contrary to the grand rule'Give unto every man his own.' In short, delay from month to month in merely acting justly towards us, besides crippling ourselves, also deprives us altogether of the gratification of acting justly towards our generous contributors. And in looking forward to gradually building up another volume, let us ask in conclusion can many of our readers truly estimate the sincerity in which we hope for health and strength to increase the respectable number of our acquaintances, and to ripen our many friendships? Can they realize our firm determination to watch over Maga' with more devotion than ever, and to care for no personal sacrifice in her cause? And will they believe that her very first duty is held to be the removal of enmity and the softening of bitterness—that the chastenings of mild reproof may meet unwitting error, and Charity not be a stranger at the board that is spread for brothers?' IN DEX-VOL. I. II Advance of Catholicity, 30, 63, 95. OBITUARY. Death of Daniel Powell, Esq., 39. Earl of Shrewsbury, 370 Frederick Lucas, Esq., 64. Rev. W. Gillet, 94. Right Rev. Dr. Brown, 157, Painting or Music, 324, Parody, 35. Passing Events, 192, 244, 256, 288, 320, 314, 372. POETRY. Ad Reginam Angelorum, 271. Barwell Rise, 118. Christmas Night, 72. Death, 320. Do the Work that Lies Before Thee, 208. Electric Telegraph-The, 189. Espousals of Joseph and Mary, 360. Exile-The, 40. Faith, 87. Legend of St. Germain, 27. Lines sent with a Twelfth Cake, 106. Never Despair, 17. Religion, 189. Right-The, 166. Science, 189. Stabat Mater-The, 254. Politeness, 3. Presentation to the Rev. James Nugent, 155. Religious Legislation, 321. REVIEWS:- About's Tolla, 153. Edinburgh. Baptist's Ailey Moore, 338... Browne's Letter to the Rev. P. Bracken, 286. Burke's College Irish Grammar, 335. Cane's Williamite and Jacobite Wars in Ireland, 20. Crowther's Boys' Ceremonial, 24. Daniel's Nouvelles Moralles des Faubourgs, 124. Drouix's Sacred History, 187. Rogers, 183. Froude's History of England, 312, 325. Gurney's Songs of the Present, 183. Tales of Humor, 90. Hecker's Questions of the Soul, 21. The Beleaguered Hearth, 342. Hughes's Lays of the Crusaders, 26. The Curse of the Village, 90. Langdale's Memoirs of Mrs. Fitzherbert, 217. The Waverley Pamphlet, 340. Life of St. Vincent of Paul, 368. The Vision of Mary, 286. Macaulay's History of England, 118, 150. Third Annual Report of the Cork Young Men's Macarthy's Use of Books, 26. Society, 188. Work of the Patronage, 123. Reformatories; their Nature, Origin, and Tendency, 345. Oakley's Youthful Martyrs of Rome-a Drama, 250. Oliphant's Minnesota, 218. Ristori in Liverpool, 328. Rome and Austria, 67. Patterson's Model of the Priest, 124. Sabbath Question-The, 161. Saint Elizabeth's Institution, 129. Short Notices--Books received, 53, 124, 320, 344. Sandwith's Siege of Kars, 220. Simplicity of the Creation, 106. Sketch of the Rev. Dr. Newman, 28. SONNETS: First Day of Spring, 212. Adventures of Jules Gerard, 252. Spring, 247. Catholic Pictorial Bible, 91. The Poetry of Æschylus, 174. Clifton Tales, &c. 154. To the Memory of Napoleon, 60. Compendium of Modern History, 124. To a Picture of the Blessed Virgin Mary, 155. Clare Maitland, 318. Translations from Petrarch, 217. Souls and Instincts of Animals, 143, 175. Specimens of a Patent Pocket Dictionary, 40, 72, Flemish Interiors, 315. 112, 140. First Annual Report of the Dublin Young Men's Temptation in Private Life, 209. Society, 341. Thoughts for the New Year, 97. Glance Behind the Grilles, 47, The Moon Does not Rotate, 328. Lion of Flanders, 90. The Moon Must Rotate on Her Axis, 351. Occasional Prayers, 26. The Work of the Patronage, 115. Romantic Tales, &c., 90. To Our Subscribers, 344. Sea Stories, &c., 90. Tom Howard, a Tale, 41. Story of the War in La Vendee, 122. Washington Irving, 241. Surprising Adventures of Jean Paul Choppart, 340. What is Poetry? 197. |