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The below are snippets....Chaplain Peter Michael O’Leary, 2nd SS Bn, RCRI, Second Anglo-Boer War, 1899 – 1900, Heroic Deeds.
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Father Peter Michael O’Leary, Roman Catholic Church…The present officers of the (8th Regiment Royal Rifles, Quebec) are: CO. Hon. Lieut. -Colonel W. M. Macpherson. Chaplains Rev. P. M. O’Leary and Rev. F. G. Scott (hon. captains)….
The Evening Telegram, St. John’s NFL, Jan. 15, 1901. — Rev. Father O’Leary. — A Sketch of the Popular Roman Catholic Chaplain with Colonel Otter’s Force. — THE Revd. P.M. O’Leary, now better known to an appreciative world as Father O’Leary, the heroic and devoted Roman Catholic chaplain of the Royal Canadian Regiment in South Africa, is a product of the Ancient Capital. Needless to say, he is of Irish descent. From both the paternal and material sides the purest Celtic blood flows in his veins. He is one of the three surviving sons of one of Quebec’s most respected former citizens, the late Mr. Maurice O’Leary, in his lifetime one of the City assessors, and one of the founders of St. Patrick’s Church, Quebec, of which he was also for many years treasurer, as well as one of the trustees of St. Bridget’s brothers, Mr J.M. O’Leary reside in Ottawa, where he holds an important position in the General Post Office Department. The other, Mr. Thomas O’Leary, is the well known custodian of the Chateau de Ramezay, Montreal.
Father O’Leary was born in Quebec, June 28th, 1850, so that he is now in the fifty-first year of his age. He was educated at Laval Model School, the College of St. Ann le Pocatiere and at the Quebec Seminary, where on the completion of his college course he studied theology, and was ordained to the priesthood in 1879 by the then Archbishop of Quebec, the late Cardinal Taschereau,. Shortly afterwards he was named as vicar or assistant to the late Father Drolet, parish priest at Sillero, and made himself exceedingly popular among the mixed population of that parish, by his thorough identification with all their needs, spiritual and temporal, so that when he left them to take charge of a parish of his own in Laval, in the county of Montmorency, his departure was viewed with the deepest regret by all, and made the occasion of a very remarkable demonstration in his honor, in which every element, Protestant and Catholic, Irish and French took part...........
Though poor in world’s goods, his big Irish heart beats responsive to every appeal of human want or suffering, while his jovial, sympathetic nature renders him one of the most delightful of friends and companions. With his broad, tolerant, Christian spirit, the whole world is acquainted. — Ottawa Free Press.
Father O’Leary’s Endeavours in Perseverance Received High Praise From All!… —
Private Charles Harrison, of 2nd ss RCRI, F Coy Quebec wounded in the wrist at Paardeberg, just before Cronje surrendered. — I was near poor Lester when he was killed and helped to bury him and Corporal Goodfellow who was killed at his side. We had crept up near the Boer laager, supported by the Gordons, and got right near the enemy’s laager when we were discovered. Three distinct sheets of fire broke forth and we threw ourselves face downward, but one bullet reached my wrist.
I was sent to the New South Wales Hospital, where I received excellent treatment. Later I went to Kimberley, and was well attended. Lord Methuen visited the hospital and I had a handshake from him. He sent us pipes and tobacco and other luxuries. Private Angus Sutherland, of the Duke of York’s Canadian Hussars, was wounded at the capture of Cronje. He belonged to F Company, and while charging for the trenches during the night was struck by a bullet which first struck his helmet and afterward ploughed along his spine. He is as well as ever again, however. We were in the most dangerous position, said Private Sutherland, and had crept up within from thirty to fifty yards of the Boers’ laager, when all of a sudden some one struck a meat can, and ail at once three sheets of fire broke forth a few yards in front of us and we dropped right down on our faces.......
My stay in England was exceedingly pleasant. Since June 6th I was at Stockwell and was overwhelmed with kindness by everybody with whom I came in contact. Private Percy Thomas, of Montréal Hussars, who is looking hale and hearty, was wounded at the first Paardeberg engagement on the memorable Sunday, February 18th, 1900, when the first Canadian blood was shed for the defence of the grand old flag in Africa. He was wounded early in the engagement, the mauzer bullet entering his right breast and going diagonally right through his lungs. He said to the Star: ‘I felt no pain and did not know just what happened to me. A slight stinging as the bullet ploughed its way through my flesh was the only sensation I experienced at the moment, but I immediately grew weak and fell to the ground......
Letter received from Private James Herrick, a Londoner with the first contingent, written under date Bloemfontein, March 16th, says he is in good health: — They say the Canadians are devils to fight. I tell them that is what we came for, to go to the front and hold up the Maple Leaf forever, and I think we did our part. We have a chaplain with us named O’Leary. He is a Roman Catholic priest, and he is a grand old man, and every man on the field likes him. He was right in the field all day of the fight. He was better than a doctor to some of the men. He is an old man. You would pity him if you could see him at night, when we go into camp, covered with dust from head to foot. We are now at Bloemfontein. I hope this is the last of the war. We have had our share of the fighting. We lost three men from London. Smith is the only one I knew: White, of Windsor, and Donegan......
Rev. Father Peter M. O’Leary Feb. 18th 1900 Anecdote: — “Canada may well be proud of her noble boys. It is true that ma once happy home is now in mourning since the fatal 18th day of February, but the deep sorrow that has entered into the hearts of the loved ones far away will undoubtedly be tempered by the consoling assurance that all have done their duty—all, every one. So say the brave Gordons, the famous Black Watch, the Argylls, the Seaforths, the sturdy Cornwalls,—so say they all. And oh, that wild mad charge against an invisible enemy. Never shall I forget it, nor shall I attempt to describe it at least for the present. Hell let loose would give but a faint idea of it.......
Darkness settled down on that well-fought field, mercifully casting a veil over the horrors. Then began the search for the dead and wounded. In the total darkness, for the least light drew the enemy’s fire, we groped over the ground, everywhere our hands steeped in blood, blood, blood. From all directions faint moans, coupled with pitiful pleadings for “water, water,” reached our ears. Accidentally one would stumble over a friend. Then what pathetic scenes would take place—a message for home—”Tell mother, etc., etc.,” or perhaps: “Don’t leave me, it won’t be long.”
The moon soon rose over the weird scene and shed its peaceful rays on many an upturned face, and many of them calm and placid in death. That night myself and a few devoted fellows remained until late on the fatal field, exploring every nook and corner for the wounded, often meeting with the mangled dead, until at last our strength gave out, and reaching our line we threw ourselves on the hard ground seeking rest and forgetfulness in sleep. So did most of the survivors. Hardly a word was exchanged, for all were exhausted, what with a forced march of twenty miles the preceding night and the trying ordeal of that long, long day. Monday morning we gathered our dead together, and buried them.................
Ottawa, April 20th, 1900. — Chaplain O’Leary, of the first contingent, writes his brother, James L. O’Leary, of the Post Office Department, from Bloemfontein: — One particular incident may interest you. In Sunday’s battle (Paardeberg), when the enemy’s fire was most furious, we had taken shelter in open as best we could, until a lull in firing would allow us to rush forward. Behind an ant hill, I lay prone, sharing the tiny shelter with one of the Black Watch. Finding that there was not room for two, I decided on making a dash for a little mound some fifty yards forward. As I raised myself on my hands and knees, preparatory to a dash, I remember him calling out, ‘My God, sir, take care. God speed you.’......................
Wyneberg, July 2nd, 1900. — My dear Miss Van Felson…Your welcome letter and ever so welcome parcel only reached me a few days ago, no one is to blame for delay, The mail service is quite demoralized of late. Needless to say how overjoyed the dear boys in hospital here were to receive the precious gifts you procured for them, and they have ail commissioned me to thank you in their name. The Almighty will certainly reward your zealous endeavour. I hope to be going up country again, some of these days after recovering from an attack of deadly enteric; and I shall distribute the balance of devotional articles along the line in the many hospitals.....................................
Rev. Father O’Leary Kind Letter From The Countess of Dudley. — Ottawa, September 17th, 1900. — A very kind letter has been addressed by the Countess of Dudley to Father O’Leary, chaplain to the first Canadian Contingent, in which she says: — “I hear that you have been invalided home from South Africa and I venture to write and ask whether you would allow me to have the great pleasure of being of any use to you and of offering for your acceptance the loan of one of the houses mentioned on the list enclosed, or of apartments at any of the hotels in England or abroad, whilst recruiting your health........
FOR THE FLAG or Lays and Incidents Of The South African War By Mrs. MaCleod, 1901, p. 92-93. — Daylight began to come, and we could see that we had them; but still we continued our fire. Then the word flew along our line that the enemy was flying a white flag. Knowing of their treachery on other occasions we did not at once stop firing. Then we saw several white flags waving in their line, and we got the order to “cease.”.......................
After the Battle of Paardeberg, Chaplain O’Leary’s Prayer Too the Dead: —
“We gathered from the gory field
Those who had earned their crown;
And tenderly we wrapped them round,
Each in his shroud of brown.
“Among the thorn trees in the glade
Our heroes gently sleep;
And though nor maid nor mother dear
By that lone grave may weep.
“Beneath the spreading hawthorn wild
As peacefully they’ll rest
As if the flowers of Canada
Bloomed sweetly o’er each breast.
“Rough stones from off the dismal veldt
Shield well their lowly bed;
We piled them high and set a cross
As guardian at the head.
“And scribed thereon our comrades’ names
That all who mark that mound
May learn that every patriot heart
Doth sleep in hallowed ground.
“Then, crushing back the rising sob-
Deep feeling unexpressed;
We took one last, sad, lingering look
And left them to their rest.
Looks like I surpassed the alloted amount......
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Father Peter Michael O’Leary, Roman Catholic Church…The present officers of the (8th Regiment Royal Rifles, Quebec) are: CO. Hon. Lieut. -Colonel W. M. Macpherson. Chaplains Rev. P. M. O’Leary and Rev. F. G. Scott (hon. captains)….
The Evening Telegram, St. John’s NFL, Jan. 15, 1901. — Rev. Father O’Leary. — A Sketch of the Popular Roman Catholic Chaplain with Colonel Otter’s Force. — THE Revd. P.M. O’Leary, now better known to an appreciative world as Father O’Leary, the heroic and devoted Roman Catholic chaplain of the Royal Canadian Regiment in South Africa, is a product of the Ancient Capital. Needless to say, he is of Irish descent. From both the paternal and material sides the purest Celtic blood flows in his veins. He is one of the three surviving sons of one of Quebec’s most respected former citizens, the late Mr. Maurice O’Leary, in his lifetime one of the City assessors, and one of the founders of St. Patrick’s Church, Quebec, of which he was also for many years treasurer, as well as one of the trustees of St. Bridget’s brothers, Mr J.M. O’Leary reside in Ottawa, where he holds an important position in the General Post Office Department. The other, Mr. Thomas O’Leary, is the well known custodian of the Chateau de Ramezay, Montreal.
Father O’Leary was born in Quebec, June 28th, 1850, so that he is now in the fifty-first year of his age. He was educated at Laval Model School, the College of St. Ann le Pocatiere and at the Quebec Seminary, where on the completion of his college course he studied theology, and was ordained to the priesthood in 1879 by the then Archbishop of Quebec, the late Cardinal Taschereau,. Shortly afterwards he was named as vicar or assistant to the late Father Drolet, parish priest at Sillero, and made himself exceedingly popular among the mixed population of that parish, by his thorough identification with all their needs, spiritual and temporal, so that when he left them to take charge of a parish of his own in Laval, in the county of Montmorency, his departure was viewed with the deepest regret by all, and made the occasion of a very remarkable demonstration in his honor, in which every element, Protestant and Catholic, Irish and French took part...........
Though poor in world’s goods, his big Irish heart beats responsive to every appeal of human want or suffering, while his jovial, sympathetic nature renders him one of the most delightful of friends and companions. With his broad, tolerant, Christian spirit, the whole world is acquainted. — Ottawa Free Press.
Father O’Leary’s Endeavours in Perseverance Received High Praise From All!… —
Private Charles Harrison, of 2nd ss RCRI, F Coy Quebec wounded in the wrist at Paardeberg, just before Cronje surrendered. — I was near poor Lester when he was killed and helped to bury him and Corporal Goodfellow who was killed at his side. We had crept up near the Boer laager, supported by the Gordons, and got right near the enemy’s laager when we were discovered. Three distinct sheets of fire broke forth and we threw ourselves face downward, but one bullet reached my wrist.
I was sent to the New South Wales Hospital, where I received excellent treatment. Later I went to Kimberley, and was well attended. Lord Methuen visited the hospital and I had a handshake from him. He sent us pipes and tobacco and other luxuries. Private Angus Sutherland, of the Duke of York’s Canadian Hussars, was wounded at the capture of Cronje. He belonged to F Company, and while charging for the trenches during the night was struck by a bullet which first struck his helmet and afterward ploughed along his spine. He is as well as ever again, however. We were in the most dangerous position, said Private Sutherland, and had crept up within from thirty to fifty yards of the Boers’ laager, when all of a sudden some one struck a meat can, and ail at once three sheets of fire broke forth a few yards in front of us and we dropped right down on our faces.......
My stay in England was exceedingly pleasant. Since June 6th I was at Stockwell and was overwhelmed with kindness by everybody with whom I came in contact. Private Percy Thomas, of Montréal Hussars, who is looking hale and hearty, was wounded at the first Paardeberg engagement on the memorable Sunday, February 18th, 1900, when the first Canadian blood was shed for the defence of the grand old flag in Africa. He was wounded early in the engagement, the mauzer bullet entering his right breast and going diagonally right through his lungs. He said to the Star: ‘I felt no pain and did not know just what happened to me. A slight stinging as the bullet ploughed its way through my flesh was the only sensation I experienced at the moment, but I immediately grew weak and fell to the ground......
Letter received from Private James Herrick, a Londoner with the first contingent, written under date Bloemfontein, March 16th, says he is in good health: — They say the Canadians are devils to fight. I tell them that is what we came for, to go to the front and hold up the Maple Leaf forever, and I think we did our part. We have a chaplain with us named O’Leary. He is a Roman Catholic priest, and he is a grand old man, and every man on the field likes him. He was right in the field all day of the fight. He was better than a doctor to some of the men. He is an old man. You would pity him if you could see him at night, when we go into camp, covered with dust from head to foot. We are now at Bloemfontein. I hope this is the last of the war. We have had our share of the fighting. We lost three men from London. Smith is the only one I knew: White, of Windsor, and Donegan......
Rev. Father Peter M. O’Leary Feb. 18th 1900 Anecdote: — “Canada may well be proud of her noble boys. It is true that ma once happy home is now in mourning since the fatal 18th day of February, but the deep sorrow that has entered into the hearts of the loved ones far away will undoubtedly be tempered by the consoling assurance that all have done their duty—all, every one. So say the brave Gordons, the famous Black Watch, the Argylls, the Seaforths, the sturdy Cornwalls,—so say they all. And oh, that wild mad charge against an invisible enemy. Never shall I forget it, nor shall I attempt to describe it at least for the present. Hell let loose would give but a faint idea of it.......
Darkness settled down on that well-fought field, mercifully casting a veil over the horrors. Then began the search for the dead and wounded. In the total darkness, for the least light drew the enemy’s fire, we groped over the ground, everywhere our hands steeped in blood, blood, blood. From all directions faint moans, coupled with pitiful pleadings for “water, water,” reached our ears. Accidentally one would stumble over a friend. Then what pathetic scenes would take place—a message for home—”Tell mother, etc., etc.,” or perhaps: “Don’t leave me, it won’t be long.”
The moon soon rose over the weird scene and shed its peaceful rays on many an upturned face, and many of them calm and placid in death. That night myself and a few devoted fellows remained until late on the fatal field, exploring every nook and corner for the wounded, often meeting with the mangled dead, until at last our strength gave out, and reaching our line we threw ourselves on the hard ground seeking rest and forgetfulness in sleep. So did most of the survivors. Hardly a word was exchanged, for all were exhausted, what with a forced march of twenty miles the preceding night and the trying ordeal of that long, long day. Monday morning we gathered our dead together, and buried them.................
Ottawa, April 20th, 1900. — Chaplain O’Leary, of the first contingent, writes his brother, James L. O’Leary, of the Post Office Department, from Bloemfontein: — One particular incident may interest you. In Sunday’s battle (Paardeberg), when the enemy’s fire was most furious, we had taken shelter in open as best we could, until a lull in firing would allow us to rush forward. Behind an ant hill, I lay prone, sharing the tiny shelter with one of the Black Watch. Finding that there was not room for two, I decided on making a dash for a little mound some fifty yards forward. As I raised myself on my hands and knees, preparatory to a dash, I remember him calling out, ‘My God, sir, take care. God speed you.’......................
Wyneberg, July 2nd, 1900. — My dear Miss Van Felson…Your welcome letter and ever so welcome parcel only reached me a few days ago, no one is to blame for delay, The mail service is quite demoralized of late. Needless to say how overjoyed the dear boys in hospital here were to receive the precious gifts you procured for them, and they have ail commissioned me to thank you in their name. The Almighty will certainly reward your zealous endeavour. I hope to be going up country again, some of these days after recovering from an attack of deadly enteric; and I shall distribute the balance of devotional articles along the line in the many hospitals.....................................
Rev. Father O’Leary Kind Letter From The Countess of Dudley. — Ottawa, September 17th, 1900. — A very kind letter has been addressed by the Countess of Dudley to Father O’Leary, chaplain to the first Canadian Contingent, in which she says: — “I hear that you have been invalided home from South Africa and I venture to write and ask whether you would allow me to have the great pleasure of being of any use to you and of offering for your acceptance the loan of one of the houses mentioned on the list enclosed, or of apartments at any of the hotels in England or abroad, whilst recruiting your health........
FOR THE FLAG or Lays and Incidents Of The South African War By Mrs. MaCleod, 1901, p. 92-93. — Daylight began to come, and we could see that we had them; but still we continued our fire. Then the word flew along our line that the enemy was flying a white flag. Knowing of their treachery on other occasions we did not at once stop firing. Then we saw several white flags waving in their line, and we got the order to “cease.”.......................
After the Battle of Paardeberg, Chaplain O’Leary’s Prayer Too the Dead: —
“We gathered from the gory field
Those who had earned their crown;
And tenderly we wrapped them round,
Each in his shroud of brown.
“Among the thorn trees in the glade
Our heroes gently sleep;
And though nor maid nor mother dear
By that lone grave may weep.
“Beneath the spreading hawthorn wild
As peacefully they’ll rest
As if the flowers of Canada
Bloomed sweetly o’er each breast.
“Rough stones from off the dismal veldt
Shield well their lowly bed;
We piled them high and set a cross
As guardian at the head.
“And scribed thereon our comrades’ names
That all who mark that mound
May learn that every patriot heart
Doth sleep in hallowed ground.
“Then, crushing back the rising sob-
Deep feeling unexpressed;
We took one last, sad, lingering look
And left them to their rest.
Looks like I surpassed the alloted amount......