To THE EDITOR OF THE TABLET. SIR,—I am pained to disappoint your readers. It is not of 42,1o0 a week that I am writing, and I have no suggestions to make whereby each reader may realise that sum. I write of meals, solid, unpoetic meals. Two thousand one hundred meals, which disappear each week in St. Vincent's Home by the instrumentality of voracious boys ; meals which must be repeated in the week to come, at the rate of one hundred and fifty-six thousand in the year. Alas, though these meals disappear, the bill for the same will not go till driven hence by hard cash. The struggle is great, and few comparatively are helping me ; perhaps they think St. Vincent's is no more. I know not what they may think, but what matters, the hard fact remains, here we are still to-day. At this date last year I had just completed the placing of the boys I had taken to Canada, and my eyes were turned from Ottawa to "Home, Sweet Home." I came back to find many and many a bed vacant there, an empty school, but now the numbers are as great as before, and my eyes are turned once more to the Caned' in shore. Please God we shall be off fifty or sixty strong in the fast approaching spring of the coining year. Meanwhile, there is a deal to do. I wish no child to go from here until thoroughly instructed in his faith, and ofttimes their ignorance is great, and vv e shall find no too little time, in the six months between us and the departure. Help me—for the love of God. I might dwell on boots and bedding, clothing and firing, rates and taxes, and other awful things ; but I would prefer to dwell on souls. It is all for souls I ask you to sacrifice an alms, for which God did not hesitate to ucrifice His only Begotten Son. I plead for the souls of the little children for whom our Redeemer shed the last drops of His most precious blood, commending them so solemnly, so earnestly to our care. "It is not the will of your Father in heaven that one of these little ones should perish." I beg your readers to bear in mind—first, that I have no private means of my own ; secondly, that from every diocese the most friendless and forlorn are taken without any payment ; thirdly, that with my hundred boys we daily want the good providence of the Father of the orphan, "Our Father who art in heaven." Therefore, may my cry not be unheeded by those who would wish to hear those words of blessing, "Come ye blessed of my Father . . . Inasmuch as you did it unto one of these least you did it unto Me."
" PISCATORES HOMINUM SACERDOTES MEI." TO THE EDITOR OF THE TABLET.
SIR,—Vour correspondents, "J. W.," "A. B. C.," "Father Van Doorne," and others, may like to see the use to which I have put the nformation with which they kindly furnished me regarding the above. The Latin appears in full, with my attempt at a very literal metrical version, in the present September number of the It ish Ecclesiastical Record. An accomplished hymnologist, who has seen the poem there, conjectures that it dates from the fourteenth century, and he is sceptical about its alleged Benedictine origin.
Yours faithfully, M. R.