The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1869-01-31
MORNING srAR>AND CATHOLIC MESSENGER.
Tr1y oR1EANs. SUNDAY, JANUARY ~. 1863.


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Lor sossv tongue an taken to blnrneyln her u
o" Honoria kept her face from the light, but
took the key that was paeeaih ner Sas
telling her (and these PresentiHents no sis a'IS
sometimes) that it would be long ere she shonlo
he fondled SO again Never had she felt (
child's love SO strong in her heart as Just then
She had almost let her tears how, ana 700 nitn
all, but that only the mad impulse 81 mo
mant and was iostled aside by the next qulckst
coming thought There was bitter connct
in her heart, love pitted against loye,sremcrse
venting its useless passion upon , 10 ad nna way
when ali the combatants~ are exhausted. She
sat on the floor so long with bowed head, that
sssp Ssrs ashore he said kindly
"Pm ready to go too, an IT'S tihe iol uou. ,e.
Honoria obeyed, but stopped him as he left
Father, have you any objection to my goin
over Tomorrow to my aunt Peggy'sf can see
Willie there, an give him the papers; n;t &c vou
Ike '1 for fear them same papers might burn
Your fingers" and laughing his pleased laugh
again, old Michael Deane closed ms 9oD! .r,
wonder if the winter is so beautiful IN every
other highland as it is in our lone lone Come
mara! Singular people that we are. suffering ing
cannot crush out OF us the 400 taTr;Ss asnect.
Whether she comes robed in ermlne, ice-crown-
ed, fiery eyed, and relentless to torment us Win
ninching cold, or like Nobe, wailing, with tears
FOR the 1ains of her children still, there Is
heauty in her mien, and, in sorrow, in privation'
Honoria worshipped in spirit as she went vel,
along her wet way that January morning, hGtu
;n~ the hood of her red cloak firmly under hel
chin It was one of those days common to ou
h;ghlands which always associate with Ger
tain human mood, when fatigue more OF spin
than frame has blanched the face, and deaden
cd and darkened the eyes, and fettered the WI
with q heavy langour. Nature sat pale WIZ
mist, still and passive, unshed tea.s G.ln :n;n
her ewes, and a host of muttered complaining
T1.n
waiting for the Judgment day, as ever, w,t
folded hands in silence, while the years an
centuries roll on, and turn up otner lanus VIZ y.
their golden wheels, laying bare treasure 70 Tn
world Have these moors had any !aient give
them and where have they hidden LIT
Honoria liked this day. Its drear quiet SUI
ed her better than sunshine. She paused o
the brow of the hill, and looked afar, ana
Fast west south, north, which way DID u
mgitv world lief For Honoria was feeling
vnSne warming to leave Lettergesch and n
xoSth behind with their past joy, and prese
I1ain and seek out that great world, OF VINO
existence she knew, but of whose strl1e al
snrye she had never even heard the faint cen
imus The outer world! Wheref So lsoiat.
are we of the wilds, so hemmed i'll by mountai
cloud and breaker, that we can scarcely
times believe in the existence OF any otn
,rorld than that of mist and heather, and wei
legend around us, except it be that OF star
anr,l and Notwithstanding promise above
~ Concluded next weeko