Few priests of the Archdiocese of New York passed from this world more deservedly regretted than the late Rev. Charles T. Slevin pastor of St. Mary's church, in Yonkers whose remains were laid in Calvary Cemetery on Sunday, the 21st ult. The lamented deceased was born in Fintona, County Tyrone, Ireland, on July 12th, 1827, and had consequently just attained his fifty-first year. Hit mind was turned to the vocation of the sacred ministry when he was only in his thirteenth year, and ho laid the foundation of his classical studies on his native soil. He then came to this country and entered that Alma Mater of so many priests of the Celtic race-- Mount St. Mary's, Emmittsburg. On leaving that institution he went to St. John's College, Fordham, where he completed his course of theology, and was ordained in the New York cathedral, by the late Archbishop Hughes, on May 3d, 1856. His first mission was in St. Bridget's church, in this city, as assistant to the late Father Mooney; and here he remained two years; after which he was appointed pastor of Dover Plains, embracing the entire of Dutchess county, over eighty miles in length. Such a charge as this, placed on the shoulders of the young, zealous and laborious toiler in the vineyard of his Lord, was too heavy even for the stoutest constitution; but ho faithfully pursued the good work till he contracted the disease which finally brought him to his grave. For six years ho continued on this mission, and then came his last appointment as pastor of St. Mary's, in Yonkers. His health continued to decline, and he made a trip to his native country, five years ago, where he was joined by his old bosom friend, the late Father Conron. of Staten Island. Both were entertained hospitably on many distinguished persona, and among the pleasant circle that surrounded them in their hotel at Dublin was Father Tom Burke, who was a constant visitor.
After his return to this country, Father Slevin never rallied. Strange scenes had no longer any charms for him, and he was granted a leave of absence from his charge a year ago to recruit his health. But he had lost hope of recovery, and the writer will never forget among other sad incidents that occurred at the funeral of the late Father Conron, last December, the prophetic remark of Father Slevin, when after gazing on his dead friend, with whom he was kin in many noble traits of character, he turned aside and heaving a deep sigh, said “Poor Father Conron is gone; who will be the next?” and, without waiting for a response, he added,"I am the next on the list; I feel it."
Father Slevin died on the 18th ult., at the residence of his sister, Mrs. McMullen, in North Easton, Massachusetts. Among those who attended the Solemn Requiem Mass, offered there for him. were three Protestant clergymen and nearly all the physicians of the district. Every creed was represented; the rich and the poor alike paid their last tribute of respect. The panegyric was preached by the Rev. Father McGean, pastor of the church of the Transfiguration, in this city. A thrilling point mentioned in connection with the dying hours of Father Slevin was that he received the last Sacrament at the hands of the venerable Jesuit, Father Bapst.
The remains were conveyed to this city on Sunday, the 21st ult., and taken to the church of the Transfiguration, where the absolution was pronounced, and a discourse delivered by the new pastor of St. Mary's, at Yonkers, Father Corley, who had a Solemn Requiem Mass also offered up in his church on the following Tuesday. The funeral procession then moved to Calvary Cemetery, where the earthly tenement of the departed spirit was consigned to its kindred dust, there to await the morning of the glorious resurrection. Those who knew Father Slevin will grieve that the priesthood has lost a faithful and edifying member, and those who enjoyed the privilege of his friendship will miss the genial companion whose heart glowed with warmth in every social circle, and whose buoyancy of disposition, keen wit, and versatility of temperament were ever directed to the higher purpose of arousing the noblest impulses of our nature. May he rest in peace. Amen.
Irish American Weekly (New York, New York), August 10, 1878.