army the age limit is forty, in the navy, thirty-five. The salary in the army ranges from $2,000 per annum to $3,000, the latter being limited, however, to those who have seen distinguished service and have served ten years. In the navy, the shore pay amounts to $2,200, while the sea pay, upon entering the service, is $2,420 a year.

In both army and navy the chaplain is a non-combatant. If in the army, he is ever with his regiment, whether it be on the practise march, in camp or on the battlefield. If he be a naval chaplain, he is assigned to the flag-ship of the fleet, or given shore duty. Thus, the chaplain must be ready and willing to live under a form of discipline utterly alien to that which regulates the life of the ordinary parish priest. He is called upon to make sacrifices and to undergo privations which are not ordinarily exacted. As he is deprived of the comradeship of his fellow priests his life. is one of comparative isolation. By law he is placed in charge of the education of the enlisted men, and though he himself may not teach, he is responsible for mapping out the studies of the different grades. The library is also en

trusted to his care-a work which demands great care and discernment on the part of the priest. Again, the hospital and guard-house offer wide fields. of activity to the zealous priest. By frequent visits he helps to reclaim those who have strayed from the fold, and, again, is able to lend encouragement to those surrounded by the temptations of the barracks or the camp. Then there is the great work of being a "father" to those who consult him on every conceivable subject: letters may have to be written to parents and relatives; counsel and advice given to those who are perplexed. It is all hard workwork which is apparently never done, for no sooner has one group of men been instructed than the priest is confronted by a new batch on whom a similar amount of energy and labor and love must be expended. The labor is not lost, however, for no set of men seem to respond more eagerly to the call of Holy Church than the jolly tars or the boys in blue-those brave sailors and soldiers who are ever ready and eager at a moment's notice to lay down in defense of their country that most precious gift man can give-his life.

Ireland!

THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER OF 1814

Shame on the slander, false as foul, Assailing now Christ's Church anew, That her leal sons, in heart and soul Are never to their country true!

The record of her heroes bold

Was written on our Banner free, When Catholic blood and Catholic gold Were, lavish, pour'd for liberty!

And well it were to understand,
And oft the golden time recall
When reigned in Catholic Maryland
Religious liberty for all.

Or, when, in stern Colonial days,

The Signers of our Freedom's chart, Deem'd worthy of their love and praise Illustrious Carroll, great of heart.

Ah! no base, blatant bigotry

In Eighteen Fourteen held its sway, When, on the "Minden," gallant Key First gave the world his deathless lay. And men who honor'd, publish'd, sang His words, with patriot zeal aflame, Were Taney, Carey and Durang

All Catholics of the fairest fáme!*

Hail, then, our Banner's Anthem grand! Its melody's majestic flow

* Rev. Dr. Henry in Rosary of March, 1914.

Confirmed one hundred years ago.

Frate, if ye will, of critic's ban

That quaint Anacreon's claim discards:

Or lay of old O'Carolan,

The last of Erin's glorious bards.

Still doth our Anthem thrill true hearts
With Music's magic, mystic swell;
In patriot eye the tear-drop starts-
Responsive to Old Glory's spell!
In dreams we see McHenry's Fort,
Our Banner veiled in war-clouds dun;
Again, we hear the dread report

Of bursting bomb or loud-voiced gun.