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Excerpt from the American College in Rome
by Robert McNamara, pp. 467-470
The American College, it is true, was not injured, but only now and then
inconvenienced, by this social confusion. Nor should it be gathered from
what has been said above that conditions at the College itself during
the period 1918-1922 could be considered tragic. "Trying" would
describe them better. And the Americans were suffering no more, and probably
a good deal less, than the students of the other Roman ecclesiastical
colleges, which had filled up much more rapidly than the American College
was to do, after the armistice. In the last analysis, also, it was not
always an unwholesome thing for the American students to have been subjected
to these relatively mild trials. If they took them in the right spirit,
they could in some measure profit - as Cardinal Mercier had warned them
they should - by "the spiritual value of pain and the lessons of
the philosophy of suffering." Alumni of those lean years, looking
back upon them today, may well wonder that they survived as well as they
did. But older men are all too likely to forget that youth has a resilience
which age has not only lost, but forgotten.
Even the deaths of the young American students were not unmitigated
tragedies. One of these deaths in particular taught the Collegians a profound
spiritual lesson: the death of Frank Parater.
At the North American College, as at all Catholic seminaries, the piety
of the students exceeds - it goes without saying - the piety of the average
layman. Among such pious students as these, there will always be a small
percentage whose spirituality can be called really unusual; and in this
group there will appear, from time to time, a person whose holiness tends
to the heroic.
Frank Parater certainly belonged to this latter class. Born in Richmond,
Virginia, on October 10, 1897, he had received his early education first
under the Xaverian Brothers and then under the Benedictine Fathers who
conducted Benedictine High School in Richmond. Though not by disposition
an athlete, Frank was none the less an "outdoors man," and became
very much interested in Scouting, as a moral and religious apostolate
especially well adapted to spreading and maintaining a staunch Catholicism
in the South. It was this apostolic interest of his, in fact, which prompted
him to enter the seminary at Belmont Abbey, North Carolina, as a candidate
for the priesthood.
In 1919, the Bishop of Richmond decided to send him to Rome to complete
his studies. He was officially enrolled in the roster of the American
College on November 25th. Here those same qualities of cheerfulness, optimism
and manliness which had made him loved wherever he had been, soon endeared
him to his new companions. But it was not long before the Collegians detected
beneath his cheerful exterior manner, a tremendous earnestness. Even when
he won the "Epiphany bean" in January 1920, and was therefore
crowned King of the Revels, he surprised all by the masterly way in which
he presided over the festivities. His new schoolmates also sensed his
strong piety. Not that he affected devout singularities: he was careful
to avoid anything of the sort. But every now and again he would make some
remark which was as deep as it was spiritual. Often, for instance, he
would speak joyfully about the glory of living in a city hallowed by the
blood of martyrs, and of the great privilege it would be to die and be
buried in such holy ground.
In late January 1920, Parater suddenly fell ill, apparently of acute
rheumatism, and was advised to go to bed. But the malady, far from yielding
to rest, quickly developed into rheumatic fever which brought with it
tremendous suffering. So delirious did the pain make him that it often
took more than one man to hold him in his bed. Removed to the hospital
of the Blue Nuns on January 27th, he continued, in his delirium, to preach
sermons to an imaginary congregation. Finally he recovered from this mental
confusion, but his physical condition was by then desperate.
It fell to the lot of Father Mahoney to explain to Frank that his illness
was serious and possibly fatal. Parater said he was aware of that, and
was not afraid to die. When he was about to receive Holy Communion in
the form of Viaticum, he wished to get out of bed and kneel; but having
been told he should not do so, he was content to kneel on the bed itself.
Death came not long after, on February 7th, which was the first Saturday
of the month. His passing brought great sorrow, not only to his fellow
Collegians, but also to other seminarians at the Urban College who had
made his acquaintance and taken an immediate liking to him. The American
College men kept vigil at his wake. Monsignor O'Hern sang the Mass of
Requiem, and the whole student body followed the hearse on foot to the
Campo Santo. Here he was entombed in the College mortuary chapel, which
stood in that same perennial burial ground in which St. Stephen, St. Lawrence,
and hundreds of other early Christians had, in their own time, been laid
to rest.
Frank's painful illness and premature death had a depressing effect
upon his fellow-students. But not for long. On the very day he died, Francis
Byrne, another Richmond seminarian, while searching for Parater's passport,
came upon a paper labeled "My Last Will." The dead seminarian
had written it almost seven weeks before, while he was still in excellent
health; and he had sealed it in an envelope marked: "To be opened
only in case of my death." Byrne, seeing at once that this little
document - a spiritual rather than a financial testament - was something
extraordinary, straightway delivered it to the Rector. O'Hern, equally
impressed and deeply moved, read it to the Collegians assembled in chapel.
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This is what Frank had written:
- I have nothing to leave or give but my life, and this I have
consecrated to the Sacred Heart to be used as He wills. I have
offered my all for the conversions to God of non-Catholics in
Virginia. This is what I live for and, in case of death, what
I die for.
- Death is not unpleasant to me, but the most beautiful and welcome
event of my life. Death is the messenger of God come to tell us
that our novitiate is ended and to welcome us to the real life.
- Melancholic or morbid sentimentality is not the cause of my
writing this, for I love life here, the College, the men, and
Rome itself. But I have desired to die and be buried with the
saints. I dare not ask God to take me lest I should be ungrateful
or be trying to shirk the higher responsibilities of life; but
I shall never have less to answer for - perhaps never be better
ready to meet my Maker, my God, my All.
Since I was a child I have desired to die for the love of God and
for my fellow man. Whether or not I shall receive that favor I know
not, but if I live, it is for the same purpose; every action of
my life here is offered to God for the spread and success of the
Catholic Church in Virginia. I have always desired to be only a
little child, that I may enter the Kingdom of God. In the general
resurrection I wish to always be a boy and to be permitted to accompany
Saints John Berchmans, Aloysius and Stanislaus as their servant
and friend. Do we serve God and man less worthily by our prayers
in heaven than by our actions on earth? Surely it is not selfish
to desire to be with Him Who has loved us so well.
I shall not leave my dear ones. I will always be near them and
be able to help them more than I can here below. I shall be of more
service to my diocese in heaven than I could ever be on earth.
If it is God's holy will, I will join him on Good
Friday, 1920, and never leave him more - but not my will, Father,
but thine be done!
Rome, December 5th, 1919.
[Signed] Frank Parater
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After the Collegians had heard this remarkable statement, there was
no more gloom among them, and there could be none. Instead, as one of
the students confessed, "We actually rejoiced because we felt a saint
had been in our midst but we didn't know it
" Nor did the others
to whom the "will" was shown think any differently. Not long
afterward, one of them, the Jesuit Father O. Marchetti, printed a complete
Italian translation of it in the Osservatore Romano. Commenting on this
"beautiful and edifying" writing, he wrote of Parater: "He
died among the Saints who are the honor of the Eternal City; and he is
buried among the Saints, who with their bones have blessed this privileged
ground."
When news of the "will" reached the United States, here too,
and especially in Virginia, it stirred the hearts of many. Eventually
Frank's earlier alma mater, the Benedictine High School in Richmond, enshrined
an expression of the admiration in which all had held him. The tablet
unveiled to his memory at the Academy says that Frank Parater "died
in Rome while pursuing his studies for the Holy Priesthood, leaving behind
him a tradition of Courage, Purity and Integrity of life."
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