The Ave Maria, founded and conducted by one who is thoroughly capable, could be easily made a great favorite with the poor. Its contents are varied and replete with good things. I have used it with effect. Another and later venture is the Young Catholic, by the Paulists, which will fill a want. Its editor is full of sane ideas. Boys’ stories, full of adventure, spirited pictures, will win it a way to all young hearts. These papers may never reach the poor, if folding our arms we stand idly by, expecting the masses by intuition to know their value. Could not parish libraries have cheap editions for free distribution among the poorer denizens? To defray expenses, a collection might be taken up twice a year. No good Catholic will begrudge a few cents, when he knows that it will go to brighten the hard life of his less fortune-favored brother. The critic who does nothing in life but sneer may call this Utopian. It is the old cuckoo call, known to every man that tries to help his fellows. Newman, Barry, Lilly, Brownson, Hecker, Ireland, Spalding, all the glittering names on our rosary have heard it, and went their way, knowing full well that if the finger of God traces their path, human obstacles are of little weight. The plan, however, is eminently practical. In one of the poorest parishes in the diocese of Ogdensburgh, it has been tried and with abundant success. I remember well last summer with what pleasure I heard a mountain urchin ask his pastor, “Father, can I have the _Pilot_?” This urchin had made the acquaintance of James Jeffrey Roche and Katherine E. Conway. He was in good company. Infidelity is going to our poor. Her weapon is the printing press. The pulpit is well, but its arm is too short. Shall we stand idly by and lose our own, or shall we buckle on the armor of intelligent methods as mirrored in this paper, thereby not only delivering our own from its coarseness and petrifaction, but carrying the kindly light to those who know us not? Let us remember in these days, when socialism claims the poor, that our Church is not alone for the cultured, it is pre-eminently her duty to lead and guide the masses. This, to a great extent, must be done by the newspaper and book-stall. Our Church must man the printing press with the same zeal which animated the Jesuit scholars, explorers and civilizers of three hundred years ago; “then will our enemies be as much surprised as disheartened.” GREEN GRAVES IN IRELAND. BY WALTER LECKY, _Author of “Adirondack Sketches,” “Down at Caxton’s,” etc._ PRESS COMMENTS: A new beam, a new factor in American Literature.—_Maurice F. Egan._ Charming essays.—_C. Warren Stoddard._ They deserve book form.—_Brother Azarias._ Destined to win early recognition.—_R. Malcolm Johnston._ Lecky imitates himself. He is pungent, witty, humorous and epigrammatic, with dashes of occasional eloquence.—_Eugene Davis in Western Watchman._