. Life of the Right Reverend Joseph P. Machebeuf, , pioneer priest of Ohio, pioneer priest of New Mexico, pioneer priest of Colorado, vicar apostolic of Colorado and Utah, and first bishop of Denver . the base of the tower of SanMiguel is the sweetest-toned bell in America, and per-haps the richest. It, too, has its history, filled withpoetry and romance of the ages of faith. In 1356, so the legend runs, the Spaniards werefighting the Moors. Battle after battle was foughtand lost by the Christians, until the people vowed abell to St. Joseph as a gage of their confidence in hisassistance. T
. Life of the Right Reverend Joseph P. Machebeuf, , pioneer priest of Ohio, pioneer priest of New Mexico, pioneer priest of Colorado, vicar apostolic of Colorado and Utah, and first bishop of Denver . the base of the tower of SanMiguel is the sweetest-toned bell in America, and per-haps the richest. It, too, has its history, filled withpoetry and romance of the ages of faith. In 1356, so the legend runs, the Spaniards werefighting the Moors. Battle after battle was foughtand lost by the Christians, until the people vowed abell to St. Joseph as a gage of their confidence in hisassistance. They brought their gold and silver plate,their rings and their bracelets, their brooches andear-rings and cast them into the melting-pot with theother metal. The bell was cast, and in its tone werethe richness of gold and the sweetness of sounded the defeat of Moslemism in Spain, andthen c^me to ring in the birth of Christianity in Mex-ico, and with the Padres it found its way up the RioGrande to rest and ring out its sweet notes over theCity of Holy Faith. In the old adobe church stands the bell — From the ancient tower its notes have ceased to swell Oer the houses, quaint and Om) San Chl;rch. LIFE OF BISHOP MACHEBEUF. 175 Whence it summoned long- ago Spanish conquerer, Indian slave, All to gather neath this nave. Pealed it many a bygone day Oer the roofs of Santa Fe. And befoie that, century long. Had it sent its sacred song Oer the hills and vales of distant, sunny Spain. Six long centuries have passed Since the ancient bell was cast, And sounded forth its first long sweet refiain. Strike it now and you shall hear, Sweet and soft, and silver clear, Such a note as thrills your heart With its tender, magic art, Echoing softly through the gloom Of that ancient, storied room, Dying softly, far away. In the church at Santa Fe. There were several other churches and chapelsin various stages of preservation and decay, andamong them the Parrochia, built
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