, and
the near passing was inevitable. He lingered but a few days, edifying
his attendants by his fervent piety and resignation under suffering. He
died consoled by the rites of Holy Church on the 12th of June, 1840. In
the humble cemetery, of the monastery at Cork, a modest grave, unnoticed
amid rows of similar ones, is surmounted by a small cross. The cross
bears the name of Brother Joseph, the grave holds all that was mortal of
the good and gifted Gerald Griffin.

Oxford, N. J.

JAMES H. GAVIN.

FOOTNOTES:

[C] Mr. Justin McCarthy, speaking of "Irish Novelists" at Cork, in
September, 1884, said: "We have some Irish novels which ought to be
classic, and about which I have over and over again taxed all the
critical experience I can summon up why they have failed to become
classic in the sense of Sir Walter Scott's novels. I cannot understand
why Gerald Griffin's 'Collegians' fails to take a place in the public
estimation beside the best of the novels of Sir Walter Scott."

Rev. Father Fulton, S. J.,

Condescended to notice the ravings of Mr. Robert Ingersoll, at Boston
College Hall, on the evening of the 11th of November. We should be
pleased to publish a full report of the lecture, but our limits will not
permit us to do so. We merely give a few extracts: "Once upon a time
there was a person named Scholasticus, who suffered by death the loss of
his child, to whose obsequies came the people in great throngs. But our
friend, instead of receiving their expressions of condolence, hid
himself blushing in a corner, and, on being expostulated with, and asked
why he was ashamed, replied: 'To bury so small a child before so large
an assembly.' This lecture is the child, and the concourse is the
audience before me. I have been engaged on matters foreign to literary
and scientific pursuits, and have had no time to prepare a regular
lecture, but I think it will not need much time to demolish Mr.
Ingersoll. I will take his book on 'Orthodoxy,' in which he declares
that 'he knows that the clergy know that they know nothing.' Mr.
Ingersoll is not a philosopher, nor a theologian, though he may be, as
we hear, an orator of matchless voice and gesticulation. He is witty, as
any one may easily be who attacks what we most revere. Let us look at
his scholarship. He has no argument whatever, except the old objections
brought up in the schools. In the whole book there have been no
references nor authoriti