The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-08-30
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NELLIE NETTERVILLE;
ONE OF THE TRANSPLANTED
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CHAPTER xvlI.-coNCLUsIoN.

"To the memory of Francis, Twelfth
Baron of Netterville, one of the Trans.
planted, and of Mary, the widow of his
only son.''
Nellie stopped to decipher the inscription
but it may be doubted if she saw aughi
save the stone upon which Hamish, in ODE
dience to his masters dying orders, had
engraved it, for her eyes were full of tears
A hurried journey to the west, another
death bed, and II few weeks more of tears
and renewed sense of desolation had fol-
! lowed the events recorded in our last chap
ter, and then, at last, q holy calmness had
settled upon Nellie's sOul-a calmness and
happiness which was all the more likely
to endure that it was founded upon past
sorrows brave!y met and meekly borne, in
a spirit of true and loving resignation to
the will of Him who had laid them on her
shoulders. From the day of her departure
from Glare Island, the old lord had dropped
like plant deprived of sunshine; and he
died on the very evening of her return, his
hand in hers, smiling upon her and her
brave husband, and leaving for only ven
geance on his foes the inscription which
heads this chapter, to be engraved upon
his tombstone.
Nellie laid him to rest beside her mother ::
for through the kindness of Ormiston she
had been enabled to carry out Mrs. Meter
rille's dying wishes and to bear her re-
mains to that western shore which she had
her daughters future home. Ormiston had
done yet more. He had obtained reversal
of the sentence of outlawry against Roger,
coupled with the usual permission to "beat
his drum" as it was called, for recruits to
follow his banner into foreign lands, to
fight in the armies of foreign kings. 1t was
the evil policy of those evil times.
To rid Ireland of the Irish was the grand
panacea for the woes of Ireland, the only
one her rulers ever recognized, and of
which, therefore, they availed themselves
most largely, careless unconscious of the
fatal element of strength they were thus
flinging to their foes. AS a native chieftain
and a well-tried soldier, Roger had double
claim upon his people; and short as had
been the time allotted to him for the pur
pose, fifty men, of the same breed and
mettle as the soldiers who fought at a later
period against an English king until he
cursed in the bitterness of his heart the
laws which had deprived him of such sub
iects, had already obeyed his summons.
They were assem- bled under the temporary
command of Hamish, near the tower, wait
ing the moment for embarkation, and the
ship that was to convey them to their des-
tination was riding ut single anchor in the
bay, on that very morning when Nellie and
her husband knclt for the last time beside
her mothers grave. 1t was like Il second
parting with that mother. But with Roger
at her. side, she could not feel altogether
trirndlCSi or-unlIarlN, and they prayed for
little time in silence, with Il calm sense
of sadness which had something of hcav-
emily sweetness in it. At last, it was time
to go, and Roger laid a warning finger upon
his young wiie's shoulder. She did not say
word, but she bent down once more and
kissed her mothers name upon the stone
then she gave her hand to Roger, and they
left the churchyard together. While she
had been lingering there, Henrietta had
landed with Ormiston at the pier to bid
her a last adieu. The quick eye of the
English girl instantly perceived the goodly
company of recruits assembled near the
tower, and with little smile of malicious