Saturday, December 1, 2012

St. Anns' Relic

The Buffalo Courier

Sunday, May 8, 1892

Page 12


Fragment of the Arm of St. Ann
Exposed to the View of Worshippers.

Mother of the Virgin Mary – It was Secured
Through the Pope for a Shrine on
The St. Lawrence – Miracles
Wrought by It.

New York Herald

With more than wonted reverence the feet
of the worshipers in the quaint little French
Church of St. Jean Baptiste, No. 159 East
Seventy – Sixth Street, tread the aisles this

In a gold lined casket on the altar has lain
each day since Monday from 6:30 until 10 A.M.
The most sacred relic to Catholic eyes of the
days when Christ walked the earth which
ever reached the Americas.

It is a fragment of the arm of St. Ann,
Mother of the Blessed Virgin Mary, mother of
Jesus.  For many centuries it has been guarded
more jealously than were ever guarded royal
jewels or kingly crowns by the Benedictine
Monks of Rome in the great Basilica of St.
Paul’s outside the walls.  Now, by a special
request of his Holiness the Pope, a portion of
It is sent to increase the faith and devotion of
all members of the Church in the United
States and Canada.

This relic, which will be regarded by Catholics
everywhere with the deepest feelings of
piety and joy, is brought to America
through the efforts of the Cardinal – Archbishop
of Quebec and the Right Rev. Mgr. Marquis,
Prothonotary Apostolic, one of Quebec’s most
patriotic and distinguished prelates.  It is to
be kept at the Church of Ste. Anne de Beaupre,
on the St. Lawrence River.

Monsignor Marquis reached this city on Sunday
last bearing the relic.  For a short time
he proposed being the guest of the Rev. Father
Tetreau, pastor of the church of St. Jean
Baptiste, at the pastoral residence just around
the corner from the church, No. 1081 Lexington

Father Tetreau pleaded with Mgr. Marquis
To allow him to expose the sacred object
in his little church during certain hours of the
day as long as he remained here.  He consented,
with the permission of Mgr. Farjey, Vicar
General of the Diocese, and every morning at
6:30 o’ clock the extraordinary relic is exposed
to view and is on exhibition until 10 o’ clock.

It can be seen today, tomorrow, and Saturday
between those hours.  It can be seen and
touched by all the Catholics of this city who
desire an opportunity to gaze on what they
must all regard as being so very near the
person of the Incarnate God.  Also can it be
seen Monday night the distinguished divine and
his companions will resume their homeward
journey to place the fragment of the arm of
St. Ann in the beautiful church on the
St. Lawrence which bears her name and over
which she is believed to have exerted her
blessed influence in many remarkable ways.

The news that the relic was at the Church
of St. Jean Baptiste has spread all through
that portion of the city in which it is situated.
Thousands have already seen it, and as each
day passes the number who crowd the little
Church during the hours the doors are open
consistently increases. 

The body of St. Ann was taken from Jerusalem
to Constantinople in the year 710.  The
arm has been in Rome for many centuries.
The popes have for ages refused to have any
part of the member mutilated.  In the “Revelations”
Of the great St. Bridget, who died
in 1373, there is a striking passage connected
with the relic.  St. Bridget made a pilgrimage
to Rome and had the happiness of venerating
the arm of St. Ann.  That night St. Ann appeared
to her and assured her that the arm
was her own.

The body of the saint must have been carefully
embalmed, as was Jewish custom. 
The arm, though nearly 1,900 years, was in a
good state of preservation when Mgr.
Marquis beheld it. 

The prior of St. Paul’s accompanied the
Canadian divine to the spot where the relic is
kept.  In his attempt to saw off a piece of the
arm the saw was broken.  Mgr. Marquis had
a saw also, and he cut off as large a piece as he
In decency could.  It is one half of the wrist ,
and to it the flesh and skin still adhere.

The fragment is about three inches in
length.  Mgr.Marquis  had made for it a little
casket of bronze, lined with gold, around
which runs a band of satin, studded with silver
stars.  Around the relic is a piece of paper
with this lettering:  “Ex Brachio S. Anne,
M. B. M. V.” –“From the arm of St. Anne,
Mother of the Blessed Virgin.”

The casket has a glass top through which
the relic can be seen, and the seal of the
Abbott of St. Paul’s is still unbroken.

At night the relic is kept in Father Teteau’s

Mgr. Marquis, happy in the possession of
his treasure, beamed smilingly on Father
Tetreau as he talked to me last night.

“There, before you,”  he said, “lies the bone
of the forearm of her who clasped to her
maternal bosom the Virgin Mary.  Can we doubt
that that arm also held the infant Jesus?
I am proud to have such a relic to show to my
people.  And I am glad to know that now on
its way across the sea another fragment
of the arm of the blessed St. Ann, which Has
been given to our little church of St. Jean Baptiste.”

Original story from microfilm records at,Buffalo & Erie County Public Library
Central Library
1 Lafayette Square
Buffalo, NY 14203

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Native Americans in Armor!


Buffalo Courier
Tuesday Morning, November 17, 1891
Page 1, Column 6


Alleged Discovery of Prehistoric

Remains near Chillicothe.

Chillicothe, O.; Nov. 16. – Warren K.

Morehead and Dr. Cresson, who have been

prosecuting excavations here for the past

three months in the interests of the World’s

Fair, have just made one of the richest finds

of the century in the way of prehistoric

remains.  These gentleman have confined their

excavations to the Hopewell farm, seven miles

from here, upon which are located some 20

Indian mounds.  On Saturday they were at

work on a mound 500 feet in length, 200 feet

wide, and 28 feet in height.  At the depth of

14 feet near the center of the mound they

exhumed the massive skeleton of an Indian

which was encased in copper armor.  The

head was covered by an oval-shaped copper

cap.  The jaws had copper moldings, and the

arms were dressed in copper.  Copper plates

covered the chest and stomach.  On each side

of the head protruded antlers tipped tipped with

copper.  Around the neck was a necklace of

bears’ teeth set with pearls.  At the side of

the male skeleton was also found a female

skeleton, the two being supposed to be man

and wife.  It is estimated that the bodies were

buried where they were fully 600 years

ago.  Messrs Morehead and Cresson consider

this find one of the most important that they

have yet made, and believe that they have at
Last found the King of the Mound Builders.

Original story from microfilm records at,
Buffalo & Erie County Public Library
Central Library
1 Lafayette Square
Buffalo, NY 14203

Monday, October 1, 2012

A Ghost's Reading List!

Buffalo Morning Express

Tuesday March 14, 1860

Page 2, Column 3




The Latest Ghost Story --- Astor Library

Haunted --- Librarian Coggswell has

Three interviews with this Spectre.


The New York Evening Post is responsible

for the following ghostly tale, published in its

editorial columns, and apparently written by the

poet editor himself.  It prefaces the story with

the remark that “as it has been solemnly

asserted before a mixed company of some twenty

persons, and afterwards retailed and repeated so

much as to be almost the town talk, we are

committing no impropriety, we trust, in stating

the circumstances, as far as we have been able

 to discover them:”


To understand the circumstances of this

remarkable apparition more fully, the reader

 should remember that Dr. Cogswell, the efficient

librarian has been some time engaged in the

compilation of a complete catalogue of the

library.  Although over a year since it was  

commenced, the work has only reached to the letter

P.  Dr. Cogswell is an unmarried man, and occupies

a sleeping apartment in the upper part of

the library, the janitor residing in the basement.

It is the rule of the Library to dismiss visitors at

sunset,  and during the evening and night no

individual beside the janitor and his family

remain in the building. 


Against the advice of his friends, Dr. Cogswell

devotes hours of the night that should be

given to repose, to the pursuance of his work on

the catalogue.


Some two weeks ago the Doctor was at

work as usual on the catalogue. It was about

eleven o’ clock at night, and having occasion to

refer to some books in a distant part of the

library, he left his desk, took candles, and as

he had often done before, pursued his course

among the winding passages towards the desired

spot.  But before reaching it, while in the alcove

in the southwest part of the older portion of the

building, he was startled by seeing a man,

respectably dressed in citizen’s clothes, surveying a

shelf of books.  The Doctor supposed it to be

a robber who had secreted himself for the purpose

 Of abstracting some of the valuable works

in the library; after stepping back behind a

Partition for a moment, he again moved cautiously

forward, to catch a glimpse of the individual’s

face, when to his surprise he recognized in the

supposed robbers features of a physician

(whose name we forebear giving) who had lived

in the immediate vicinity of the library, and who

had died some six weeks ago!  It should be

borne in mind that this deceased person was a

mere casual acquaintance of Dr. Cogswell, not

an intimate friend, and since his death Doctor

Cogswell had not thought of him.


But the apparition was in the presence of a

man not easily scared.  The librarian, so far

from fainting or shrieking as might reasonably

be expected, calmly addressed the ghost:

“Dr.______,” said he, “you seldom, if ever,

visited this library while living, why do you

trouble us now when dead?”

 Perhaps the ghost did not like the sound of

the human voice; anyway, it gave no answer,

but disappeared.


The next day Mr. Cogswell thought over the

matter, attributed it to some optical delusion, and

in the evening proceeded with his work as usual.

Again he wished to refer to some books, and

again he visited the south-western alcove.  There

again, as large as life, was the ghost, very calmly

and placidly surveying the shelves.  Mr. Cogswell

again spoke to it: 


“Dr. ______,” said he, “again I ask you why

you, who never visited us while living, trouble

us now when dead.”


Again the ghost vanished, and the undaunted

librarian pursued his task without interruption.

the next day he examined the shelves before

which the apparition had been seen standing, and

by a singular coincidence, found that they were

filled with books devoted to demonology,

 witchcraft, magic, spiritualism, etc.  Some of these

books are rare tomes , several centuries old,

written in Latin, illustrated with quaint diagrams,

and redolent in mysticism, while on the nest

shelves are their younger brethren, the neat,

spruce  works of modern spiritualists, of Brittan,

Davis, Edmonds and others.  The very titles on

these mystic books are suggestive.  There are

The Prophecies or Prognostications of Michael

Nostradamus, a folio published in London in

1672; Albamaser de Conjectibus; Kerner’s

Majikon; Godwins Lives of Necromancers;

Glanvil on Witches and Aparitions; Cornelius

Agrippa; Bodin’s Demonomania; Lilly’s Astrology,

and others, a perusal of any of which would

effectually murder the sleep of a person of

ordinary nerve for at least half a dozen nights.  It

was these volumes that appeared to attract the



The third night, Mr. Cogswell still determined

that the shade spirit, delusion, or effect of

indigestion – whatever it might be – should not

interfere with his duties, again visited the various

books to which he wished to refer to, and when

occasion demanded, did not fail to approach the

mystic alcove.  There again was the apparition,

dressed precisely as before, in a gentleman’s

usual costume, as natural as life, and with a hand

raised, as if about to take down a book.  Mr.

Cogswell again spoke—


“Dr. ______, “ he said boldly.  “This is the

third time I have met you.  Tell me if any of

this class of books disturbs you?  If they

do, I will have them removed.”


But the ungrateful ghost, without acknowledging

this accommodating spirit on the part

of this interrogator, disappeared.  Nor has it

been seen since, and the librarian has continued

his nightly researches since without interruption. 


A few days ago, at a dinner party at the house

of a well-known wealthy gentleman, Mr. Cogswell

related the circumstances as above recorded, as

nearly as we can learn. As some eighteen

or twenty people were present, the remarkable

story was of course soon spread about.  A number

of literary men, including an eminent historian

And others hears the recital, and though

they attribute Mr. Cogswell’s ghost seeing to the

strain and tension of his nerves during his too

protracted labors at the catalogue, they yet confess

That the story has its remarkable phases.

Both Mr. Cogswell and the deceased physician

were persons of a practical turn of mind, and

always treated the marvelous ghost stories  some-

times afloat with deserved contempt.  And,

as they were not at all intimate, it will be at

least a curious question for the psychologist to

determine, why the idea of this deceased

gentleman should come to Mr. Cogswell’s brain and

resolve itself into an apparition, when engaged

in dry, statistical labors, which should effectually?

Banish all thoughts of the marvelous.


Acting on the advice of several friends, Mr.

Cogswell is now absent on a short trip to

Charleston, to recuperate his energies.


In regard to the apparition we will make no

comments, but give the story as related by Dr.

Cogswell, as we are credibly informed, and as it

has already been talked about in various literary

and domestic circles in this city.

Original story from microfilm records at,
Buffalo & Erie County Public Library
Central Library
1 Lafayette Square
Buffalo, NY 14203


Saturday, September 1, 2012

Near Death Experience.

The Buffalo Courier

Thursday Morning, January 6, 1898

Page 1, column 3





Mrs. Rigby Also Believes She Visited Heaven.


Kingston, Ont. Jan. 5. - All North

Addington is astir over a marvelous

 happening   there today.  Mrs. Rigby, an

old lady living in the township for over

half a century, fell down apparently

dead yesterday.  Physicians were

summoned  and pronounced her still

living.  They worked over her all night.

This morning she revived, but was

speechless.  It was after 10 o’ clock

before she regained her speech.


Then she told those present that she

had seen both Heaven and Hell.  She

said she had also seen the Savior with

a lamb in his arms.  She also claims

to have seen Herbert Keller, a relative

who was killed on the railroad track

near here, over a year ago.


Mrs. Rigby is a good Christian woman.

she is revered in all circles.

Crowds flocked to hear her as soon as

the news spread.  She has been preaching

all day, warning the people who

visited her, and telling them of the

certainty of there being a Heaven

and Hell.
Original story from microfilm records at,
Buffalo & Erie County Public Library
Central Library
1 Lafayette Square
Buffalo, NY 14203




Thursday, August 2, 2012

The Ellicott Creek Serpent in "Google Earth!"

        After searching in Ellicott Creek, using “Google Earth” satellite images; I have located an image that shows the serpent!  Looking at it you will say, that’s not a snake or plesiosaur.  Your right, the plesiosaur type dinosaurs made well known by “Nessie” the Loch Ness Monster are not the only type of Lake Monster; even though they are probably the source for many lake monsters.    So let me analyze what’s in this image, so you understand the serpent.  There is a large oval shape, which is in fact the jaw of the head.  The actual head is just barely discernible on the oval, just left of center. 

       Again you will think this is not the animal in my previous photos.  Beaver, Friends and the ... Serpent!  In fact it is!  I originally saw the serpent in a close encounter in the summer of 2011 (4/28/2011).  After which, I have spent many spare time hours to obtain some photographic proof of this animal.  The mystery of this sneaky serpent is now revealed.  It swims with the top of its head above water, with only the eyes above the surface.  The rest of the head (9’ long and 5’ wide using “Google Earths” measuring tool) is under water.  It head also has sides which slope down to the jaw, which you can just see in the image.  It is not as elegant as a plesiosaur, but it looks aerodynamic.  This may allow it to hunt with stealth, small mammals along the creeks and rivers of the great lakes.  As well as hunting from the creek and lake bottom, fish and turtles.  This is my hypothesis on its hunting methods.
Next notice the six dark spots near the edge of its jaw.  These I observed as well on the serpent I sighted.  They are not merely dark spots, but black pits.  They look similar to the pits on an electric eel! This serpent is much larger than the one I sighted upstream in the creek.  The colors of the head are dark green to black patches, and various tan and brown speckling.  The long thick serpent body looks of similar colors.  Its body would start on the left end of the oval. It is not visible in the picture, and hung down into the water in my encounter. 

So here is more evidence for a large unknown  animal living in Ellicott Creek.  Rather, I suspect this is evidence for … the Lake Erie Sea Serpent!          



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