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of Saint James, who is the Patron Saint
of Spain.
2. San Carlos.--Saint Charles. Mission San Carlos and the Royal
Chapel of Monterey were so named in honor of Saint Charles the

Patron Saint of King Carlos III under whose reign the mission was
founded.
3. San Antonio De Padua.--St. Anthony of Padua.
4. San Gabriel.--St. Gabriel (the Angel of the Annunciation.).
5. San Luis Obispo.--Saint Louis, Bishop.
6. Nuestra Señora de Los Dolores.--Our Lady of Sorrows.
7. San Juan Capistrano.--St. John Capistrano.
8. Santa Clara.--Saint Clara.
9. San Buenaventura.--Saint Bonaventure.
10. Santa Barbara.--Saint Barbara (whose feast is commemorated on
December 4, the date of the foundation of the Mission.)
11. Purisima Concepcion.--Most Pure Conception (of the Blessed
Virgin Mary). This feast is celebrated on December 8, the day on which
this mission was founded.
12. Nuestra Señora De La Soledad.--Our Lady of Solitude. (In the
Catholic Church the Blessed Virgin Mary is venerated under this title
to commemorate her solitude from the time of our Saviour's death until
His Resurrection).
13. Santa Cruz.--Holy Cross (so named in honor of Our Saviour's
Passion).
14. San José.--Saint Joseph.
15. San Juan Bautista.--Saint John, Baptist (whose feast occurs on June
24, the day this mission was founded).
16. San Miguel.--Saint Michael.
17. San Fernando, Rey De Espana.--Saint Ferdinand, King of Spain.
18. San Luis, Rey De Francia.--Saint Louis, King of France.
19. Santa Ynez.--Saint Agnes.
20. San Rafael.--Saint Raphael.
21. San Francisco Solano.--Saint Francis Solano.

Chimes of Mission Bells
Tribute to Junipero Serra and the Mission Padres.
By Maria Antonia Field.
Read at the Crowning of the Serra Statue, Monterey, Nov. 23, 1913.

The fickle world ofttimes applauds the rise Of men whose laurels are

but vainly won, Whose deeds their names could not immortalize For
their soul-toils were wrought for transient ends; But heroes of the Cross,
they truly great Shall live, their halo shall no hand of fate
Have power to rob, albeit oblivious years May veil the radiance of their
glorious works, Or slight their excellence, their light appears But
brighter, statelier in its splendor calm, Or like the flowers that sleep
through winter's snow To bloom more fair, their lives' pure beams shall
glow
With greater brilliance and sweetly gleam As lodestars in the
firmament of worth; Such is the memory whose holy stream Of noblest
virtue, valor, truth and Faith, Illumes our path and stirs our souls today,
Immortal Serra by whose tomb we pray!
What peerless aureole wreathes his saintly brow? What stately
monument doth bear his name? Let this admiring thousands tell us now!
Let youthful lips pronounce his name with love! Let California proudly
sing his praise! Let scions of fair Spain their voices raise,
And tell of him to whom so much we owe, Tell of his interceding
power with God, His strong and lofty soul his children know, His
prayers where Carmel's River flows so clear; O this his aureole, this his
monument, The lasting kind which ne'er will know descent.
Another lesson must the worldly learn, From him who sought nor
praise nor fame; His birth, ten score agone, and still we turn To him in
reverence, his name is sweet As vernal bloom, his life shows forth
God's might, Through him this soil received Faith's warm sunlight!
This beauteous land was strange, unknown and wild, Spite all its
treasures, lordly trees and flowers; For tribes with pagan rites its wastes
defiled, Till came Spain's noble band of godly men, Explorers true and
zealous priests who gave Their lives' best years, forgotten souls to save!
'Tis just we venerate each hallowed stone Which rears the wond'rous
"Temples of the West"; The tears, the toils, the nightly vigils lone; The
pilgrim-journeys of Saint Francis' sons, The rescued souls by lustral
waters cleansed, The wealth of hospitality dispensed.
All this and more if but their walls could speak, Would tell this day;
and we in whose veins flows The fervent blood of Spain, to us each
streak Of light which doth reveal a picture true Of gentle friar and
lovely vanished times Is tender as the Angelus' sweet chimes.
Well may each Mission have a holy spell, And Serra's name become a

household word, What marvels can each yellowed archive tell Of him
and of his martyr-spirit band. O faithful, dauntless hearts! What
brilliant sons Of that great galaxy of Spain's brave sons!
We love their saintly lives to ponder o'er, While childhood's fireside
tales come back to us, And memory unfolds her precious store, The
bygone glories of the Mission towns, The grand old hymns sung at
sweet Mary's shrines The Spanish color rich as luscious wines
Of Mission vineyards, and the festive hours So full of life yet innocent
and good, When blessings seemed to fall as welcome showers, The
Indian tribes