Donahoe's Magazine, Volume 15, No. 1, January 1886Various
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Donahoe's Magazine, Volume 15, No. 1, January 1886
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But the idea had taken possession of the mind of Very Rev. Father Sorin,
and was tenaciously clung to, in spite of discouraging report through
the years that followed, until, at length, the success of subsequent
experiments, and the invention of incandescent electric lighting,
revealed the complete practicability of carrying out the grand design of
the venerable founder.
Now, twelve of the Edison incandescent lamps encircle the head of the
statue, while at the base are three semi-circles of nine lamps in each,
which form the crescent moon. These, together with the lights in the
halls of the college, are fed with the electric current by a powerful
dynamo, situated in the rear of the building. Thus the visitor to Notre
Dame, as he comes up the avenue at night, or the wayfarer for miles
around, can realize and revere that glorious tribute to the Queen of
Heaven, the Protectress of Notre Dame, as he sees her figure surrounded
with its halo of light, typifying the watchful care she constantly
exercises, by night as well as by day, over the inmates of this home of
religion and science, which has been specially dedicated to her honor.
_Notre Dame_ (Ia.) _Scholastic_.
Four Thousand Years.
Four thousand years earth waited,
Four thousand years men prayed,
Four thousand years the nations sighed,
That their King delayed.
The prophets told His coming,
The saintly for Him sighed,
And the Star of the Babe of Bethlehem
Shone o'er them when they died.
Their faces toward the future,
They longed to hail the light,
That in after centuries
Would rise on Christmas nights.
But still the Saviour tarried
In His Father's home,
And the nations wept and wondered why
The promised had not come.
At last earth's prayer was granted,
And God was a child of earth,
And a thousand angels chanted
The lowly midnight birth.
Ah! Bethlehem was grander
That hour, than Paradise;
And the light of earth, that night, eclipsed
The splendors of the skies.
ABRAM J. RYAN.
Abolishing Barmaids.
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