The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1869-02-07

IN s., ananish that he. iii his serepe deatssI
knew not. Aud the full dawn tohnd two
white faces side By side on the bed. one
was claimed by Beatb, who stood py y. IN
fair robes of hope, bnt OF the otheFs LIE
had not yet looaened ats hold.
let us think of how swiftly half dozen
wears fiy by. how soon. the little occurrences
that oiled up their moments and hoars are
forgotten, how eagerly we look forward to
us, and we will and it easy TO PASS ~ siren 2
oyer SO much time in Off story and take II
DIP at new period.
There was once a year that came on MS
like God, d curse, yciug Times wing with
darker stain than human blood ever iaft
upon it. It came, like great moving
cloud from space, heralded By weeping
alton and barrenness of ouf mother earth.
It came, passing harmlessly over sinful
cities and God forgetting lands, and burst
with unutterable fury over this faithfuliest
province in Gods faithfullest isle. That
was the famine year, whose history am
not going to write, for my pen ahrinks
from the record, and the ink grows red
under my eyes. But the famine cams, and
people in the world outside believe they
knew it came, as if any one VINO diu nc5
suffer or see, could know. /.
When Honaria peane quilted her fathers
grave and sold his possessions, and paid
his debts, and when recruited strength had
Lf.asAisl.aA- her. with saffieieRt- energy and
resolution, she turned her face outward,
and sought that mighty world which she
had longed to visit. Hard-working aud
cheerful, she had found favor among
strangers, and wanted for nothing that
the body needs. But that terrible year
came, and in O distant city Hopofia heard
with :. shuddering heart Of the 9monster
that was Staying her KIN in her far-off,
fondly remembered Lcttergesch, making OF
the moors one vast1nearthed charnel- house
for the unbnrisd dead -. a
Honoria's industry had boarded a. &c
noney5 and with the quick impulse ts
stra6g nature, she determined to see X siS,
r6ld home with full hands, and relieve al
the suffering that her means wphld alisos Y
With heart full of anxious IN she ssss.
turned to the wilds, and arrivedS ss1fse q IS
olate morning in the village where IN ezstsls
days she had gone with her father to pnF-
her little household treasures.
shut up, a melancholy silence reigning in
the streets, gaunt men, and furnishing chill
dren walking about idly, and looking pit
eously in one another's faces. One house,
where they said people were giving ont
scanty relief, was besieged by q ravenous,
complaining crowd, and this spot seemed
the focus whence all the feeble life of the
place seemed to radiate. Honoria left hef
bulky baggage at tho deserted inn, and
taking with her one welI-stored hamper III
q cart, set out for Hetterggse44s. 49,
And oil what terrible journey that
ms. " asted, discctored forms met her u,
ais on tho road, some were already
Sc. frJt -rfiu inst
g ~, ~ slsssi ipssagsfi. ste
< sss, 9rni,torsgg eyes, sufroundes9her path
ike the terrifying phantoms OF d night.
mare. Her progress was slow, for no one
whom she could help was passed without
some morsel to stay the tearing claws o.
the vulture starvation.
1t was dark when she reached her desti-
nation. WHITTIER was she bending he1
stepsf 10 Letthereen, where eisef Tc
see shat While and his family wanted fol
nothing that che could give them. She had
| prayed God to remit that rAsh promisa
made in her misery long ago, that sh'
would never again cot foot in LsstherSen,
nnd now she was seeking 1t IN love and
mercy.
I There was NO light to oveFwhelm memo
~, no time for thought. In the dark AIT
knocked again and aEain, but no one re
Piled to her summons. aEll4e- windows dit
i show The faIntaat thread of liUilt- nei