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


worn out the poor mother and her little
ones, and with all Honoria's tender care,
| the fever would only make way for death
IsWillie's wife and children We're swept from
! him tlte next dey, Cnly the little baby re-
EIaained, and. when the dead were deeentiy
| buried, Honoria strained the Little lovely
thing to her breast, and promised 10 DC q
When willie Glen had been in some
| measure roiIsed from tho stupor in which
| Grief and want had SINK HIM, Honorla
1 heard with grave eympatIly the tale OF ms
n,isfortanes. Letthereen had never thriven
| with him. Ono petty trouble after anotler
! had reduced its value, wet seasons killed
| the crops, and cold and ddiseHse the cattle,
| and when at last the hare Lines came, and
| filc potatoes blackoned in the grouhd, he
was forced To sell the farm for httls or mo-
thing, in order to procure the necessaries
/ of life FOR his family. No work was 10 be
had, and the scarce food was rmnonsay
dsnr, go that b few months found him empS
ty handed again. In fact, it was the Old,
old story common to the times.
Honoria said, q Willie, you must go and
shake the sorrow of You in another land :
Won must leave this unfortunate tcounthry-
The SUMS shinin' yet, though II isn't On
ee as:asshoohsShis head q where aavesI
tic means - stir from this N NO my
| graye's dug, like the rest. ~ fought it ont
| On .. like ever man among them, but Sod
lit, an they had to give in, an SO must
| i. Them would ha, dftd to save are gone,
and why shouldn't follow them I.
al tell you, no, WillleW said Honor.
ssGssl s.hasn,t said you're to- die, when. he
sends yonthe means of life, and points you
5ont the road to tie busy world, where you
Lfnay work and IL 1iie,thoasands of others.
have money .agsE TAI IT. JSou' II pay
me some other rav, Il hes..41-.5.Sa are strong
l. .SHs f{,sa mn,
plenty, an groys stSnt anf zhrifty, and I'll
| keep the clIils tia you come or snnd for
/ her ~ g = ~.
4 Tfins, hasf force, ard pa by PERSIA
1 sion, d ~ oiia succeed insendlng Wilhe
frolssss ais stselxen home asvays away across
vs. sIsssta Stsstit on in the cabin where she
ssi l.,,t IA aim. She returned no more to
/ tE 4 ~ 4 world, bat devoted herself to do
& & IN = she snuia in Lettefgeseh-, While
q ~ II lfiorsel ii was shared with the
q esarvia, and manya dying pang did Hon
4 ssiria 500 aud many lonely grave her
flands dug and fiise e.,s3s..s
self tlerying, strong of heart, fearless of
pain, her life ef charity suited her. There
| was sometl8ing Joan-of=Arc-hke IN her
character. Bangor dared, privation en-
dured for the solace of others, cleared her
! brow, and frightened her eye.
| At length God turned his face upon the
I sorrowipS land Famine relaxed it's dead
/ " gripe, leaving only it's dying scars be-
| hind. Then, with q calmsr mind, Honoria
labored late and early, to raise asthrifty
4 homestead around her. Carryin crack, OF
I wild nights, from the seashefe, 10 manure
liler bit of land, spinning and shifting, and
j rearing cattle, and through All hef labors,
Il cheered by the smiles of the darling child,
who was at once her care and her eomfort.
/ ttferstoft d; szs-reaf,rsft
Afr,aits. AS the yeAssSwore on, her cabin
/
4 well filed, and her spinning wheel was al
ways brsy. Her home was soon by far the
neatast in Lettergesch. One little improve
ment after another was quietly made, till
the whole looked pleasant and ffourishing
Sever years had the grass grown on the
4 famine graves. Time had dealt lovingly
with Honoria Deane, and left her still fresh
and comely. She had tasted the weariness
lof age in early yeara, and now her you'll
81 seemed TO linger fondly around her, Hel
hair was still graysly dark, nor had he1
figure lost its graceful roundneas. Or
brighs evenings she would sit in her door
way, and look. peacefully out on She moors
wish their- hidden harvest OF forgotten
J graves, feeling almost thank ful for that wo
4 full memory that had risen up between he
and an early one, and not plotting out tn,
latter, had shown it to her through a sof
teniDg vista, teaching her to bear Willingly
; solitary sorrow. .-,-s;;
a Spring had come with the short night
that are so soon summoned from their star
ry dream by the soft echoing notes of tn
; cuckoo, heralding dawn; with the morn
ings that smjl 1oE us through rosy clouds
and dazzling sun.mist, and the moons tina
brood over as with smiles, so warm ant
: grateful, that we fancy Nature loves US to
( we'll ever to pain or harm us again, A sol
, purple bloom clothed the moors, and ter
/, ! mented rivers found relief and flowed O
/. with Amiling ease, murmuring their joy t
D tho world as they went. Primroses an
. tender violets, nestled among ruined walls
and bloomed upon cabin fioors and hearth
4 stones, that had been quick with life an
q warmth when our story opened, - -
{ golden, over the thankful land, when
we'll dressed stranger, in tho pritae OF life
q IcreSsed tho hills, taking tho path to Letter
J, Igesch. He paused md looked at ever
! brnmbly ruin that met him on hisglad wal
q / like 40 many skeletons at springs feast I
Q isuDshine. Whence came he, for he locke
: mot on Connemara with a strangers eyes.
3 Honoria's days work was done. She ha