December 31, 2009

Sisters of Mercy

I learned today than a great, great aunt, on August 13, 1894 went to Pittsburgh for postulant-training at the Mother House of the Sisters of Mercy. A little googling later I find an extract of poem from Memoirs of the Pittsburgh Sisters of Mercy, from a sister looking back kindly on those long-ago days of training:
Where's the gentle dark Directress
With her accents kind and low,
With her well-formed holy horror
At their "Culpas" - don't you know?
And her coaxing, all resistless
And the ways put forth to gain,
Where is she? And does she ever
Think of me, or say my name?
And from the "more things change, the more they stay the same" department (click to enlarge):

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