The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1856-08-28

how she Mrs. Hadden) had times of singing
few lines from that grand old ode, I" The Her
mt, twenty times in day, wherever she was,
whatever she was doing
60 pity, grea, Father of Light then cried?.
asked Ada, her face kindling.
Yes" replied Mrs. Hadden, adding
"sThy who fain would not wander from Tbee,
and so on. jamie loves it; he speaks of it
here. de says he remembers my singing it,
as If 1t were prayer, when he was child, at
his plays; remembers how his fingers always
stopped, whatever they were doing, when this
came
"Ihy creature who fam would not wander from Thee
and upon this one line, he says, he early framed
an ideal of what he would gladly be, if God
| would help him-the child, the man, who
would at all times, under all circumstances of
trial or pleasure, cling fast to Him."
Mrs. MADDEN sang'the whole noble stanza-
so, pity, great Father of Light then cried,
Thy creature, who ain would wander from Thee;
Lo, humbied iii dust, reinquish my PRIDE
And darkness and doubt flying away;
No longer roam in conjecture fororn;
SO breaks on the traveller, faint and asray,
The bright and the bslmy efulgence morn.
See Truth Love, and Mercy. n triumph descending
And Nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom,
On the cold cheek Death and are blending
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb
81 picked up the air, and myself Joined it to
the words, where it clearly belonged" con-
tinued Mrs. MADDEN. "You perceive how
plaintive it is-lke dirge; and still it has
sounds in it, and movement, as if it were a
p@an."
Ada went to the piano, to sing and play it
there; breaking off from it at length, to weep
not all for the words, the melody, touching as
they were, but in part for him whose path lay
upward in the world-whose path she seemed
to see before her then, and Mary by his side,
and roses by the side of each-while She
She looked on the path no longer; but she
sobbed, and wished she were in her grave. If
If she could lay her body in the grave,
she thought she would be willing that they
should come together, Jamie and Mary, to
stand beside it; that they should be together
in any of the paths of this world, ever so fair,
| if she were not here in her WEAKNESS and de-
| formity to look on and zee it. But the next
moment her conscience struck her, as selfish,
unholy creature, not fit for the pure, happy
Place, heaven, if she could not, looking upon
whatever came into her short life here, say, out
o.. resigned soul, "This is as thou would'st
have It. Fiber! aud shall be well-pleasing in
nv sight, even as it Is in Thine" The poor
girl had faint, long struggle there, and as
she walked slowly home, in the summer twi-
light. It ended, thank God ae many like
struggle had done before. Coming up close
to the throne, bearing q heavy cross at the
starting, she knew what it WAS 10 have it fall
from her shoulders, to feel crown of psace
put upon her head, and @ new song of thanks
giving into her heart. She said, with her
hands reverently clasped before her, and her
| eyes raised to Heaven, "Thou, God, art
with me will not fear this that lies before
me. will love him, her, and every creature
l. IL
path will go forward to Thee, thou loving,
thou forgiving One!"
CHAPTER XIX.
"Oh, Jamie Jamiel' was dear Mrs. Had.
den's cry, wrung out of her sobbing, agonzed
heart, as she kissed the transcendently beau.
tiful face of her dead. Whenever she came to the
door of his old room, or in sight of any book of
his, any article of his wardrobe-wberever she
was whatever she was doing-the cry came,
| again and again, ooh, Jamie! jamie !"
And was not the strong soul of the father
bowed down, in those hours of desolation? Was
| it not to be bowed down all the remaining days
of his life, for the staff that was broken, for the
| pride and the light gone ont from his home?
fYes, as God knew-as his wife knew, even, when
| his eye was on her; even when his arm was
put out to sustain her; even when he (poor
man q strove to find the words that should
comfort her.
| Ada, bowling low on her knees, her head
bowed low in her hands, prayed-not for the
| dead-not for the parents Of the dead-but for
her own unworthy heart, that would, in spite of
| the reiterated prayer be exultant that he was
dead that then end forever he was as much
hers as another's; that, by and by, when the
world once more took hold of beautifully formed,
gay. spirited Mary, that then and forever he
would be more hers than another's. She hated
herself for the Joy she felt; she Frustrated her
self more and more; she instinctively longed
| for penance-for actual stripes-if, perchance,
they might do for her what her prayers did not.
Had Ada been a Catholic, under the impulse
| of the morbid aDguish-her mistaken reason
| ings on methods of relief-she would have un.
dertaken to part herself and her sin with the
| walls Of convent. Unluckily for her, sincere
| Protestant as she was, hes deformity-her acute
| sensitiveness on its acconnt-cut her OFT almost
as effectually from all those benevolent, active
ministries for others, which would have done
more for her well-being than the prayers of
| lifetime could do, apart, that is, from their
legitimate co-operators, "good works"-apart
! from the active works of love-that should
| open all the pores of the whole -=oman-tbe
physical and the spirit4al-to the subtlest, most
beneRcent influences of life.
that she had planted the roses in vein, She
came away, therefore, out of their sight-leaned
her shoulders hard on the great rock-her large
eyes abstrsctedly wandering-her tears silently
streaming.
Little Kate went about with swelled face,
with dry, shining lips seeing to them all-creep-
ing IN, whenever there was time, and when no
one else was about, to her young master, to
cling to his hand-praying for his soul. TWAS
grief and shame to her, that he died by the
ban,.A Of one of her oountrymen; at the same
time. il was .,ride and pleasure that Angus
tine came: that he incurred 80 for jamie;
that he could tell dear Mrs. Hadten all about
it-just how it was and that "they all took
to him so"-Mrs, Hadden and az. Fog Mrs.
Hadden, Kate's love and sGlaira.;on knew no
bounds, from the hour that she saw how that
lady felt toward JAMES murderer. "Ahl"
said she to one of her own oountrywomen, who
was standing by her as she worked, "an' it is
fur and wide We might go, and niver be finding
Catholic to do the like she has done. Do ye
know? She sent word back to Pat Donihue,
BY the men that came with poor Jamie's body
that he wasn't so much ter blame as them that
begun it that he mustn't feel as though there
was no mercy for him in Gods bosom that
he must trust him moor than liver he had done
but that he must lave off his drinkin intirely,
and live peaceable life here, so that he might
mate Jamie in heaven, an there be his friend.
How many Catholics do ye know, Bridget
larry, who would say this?"
Mrs. Hadden and Julia heard it through the
open windows.
"Poor little Kate don't know" said Mrs.
Hadden, shaking her head, show often a thirst
for revenge or redress is quickened in the Irish
by this feeling, so common amongst them, that
here. with M Protests nts land esDeciallv with