We take Pantheism in all its universality and apparent grandeur; we accept all its problems; we examine them one by one, and we show that the Pantheistic solution, far from resolving the problems, destroys them; and we substitute the true solution. In a word, we compare Pantheism with Catholicity; that is, the universality of error with the universality of truth--the whole system of falsehood with the whole system of truth. We make them stand face to face, and we endeavor to exhibit them so plainly that the brightness and splendor of the one may thoroughly extinguish the phosphoric light of the other. We show the Pantheist that, if he ever wants a solution of _his_ problems, he must accept Catholicity, or proclaim the death of his intelligence. To do this it will be necessary for us to compare Pantheism and Catholicity in all orders; in the logical order, in the ontological order or the order of reality; and under this order we must compare them in the moral, social, political, and aesthetic orders. The truth of the one or the other will appear by the comparison. It is true we undertake a great task; great especially as regards the positive part of the refutation. For it embraces the whole of theology; not only with relation to what is commonly regarded as its object, but in the sense of its being the supreme and general science, the queen of all sciences, the universal metaphysic in all possible orders. {187} We own that we have felt the difficulty of such a task, and many times have we abandoned it as being far above our strength. But a lingering desire has made us return to the work. We have said to ourselves: Complete success and perfection are beyond our hope, but we can at least make the attempt; for, in matters of this kind, we think it well to reverse the wise maxim of the Lambeth prelates, and rather attempt too much than do too little. ---------- Friendships. The glowing wreaths that 'mid curled locks repose, Through night of pleasure worn, Myrtle and jasmine, orange-flower and rose, Fall shrivelled by the morn. The simple immortelles for loved ones twined-- With many a tear and sigh, Hung round the cross--the rain-compelling wind And winter snows defy. Thus gilded friendships, knit by pleasure brief, Fade when joy's scenes have passed; But duller links, annealed by burning grief, Through checkered years shall last. _The Lamp._ ---------- {188} Translated From Le Correspondant. Discourse by the Rev. Père Hyacinthe. [Footnote 65] [Footnote 65: Delivered on the occasion of a profession of Catholic faith and the first communion of an American Protestant lady, in the chapel of the convent of "Les Dames de l'Assomption," at Paris, July 14th, 1868] "Misericordias Domini in aeternum cantabo," "I will sing eternally the mercies of the Lord." --_Psalms_.