The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1870-06-12

| having failed in all their efforts, there yet re-
manned but one hope-the pass by Mount
such an exertionf Eugene Neville had striven
| to the utmost of his power. Hope almost ex-
hausted was rapidly yielding to despair, when
through the dim storm the beacon light Of st.
Gothard's beamed upon his weary sight. An
| ejaculation of gratitude sped from his culver
ing lip as he bounded forwards to attain its
creased his strength; his blood beat warmer
and more freely through his veins, and wing
! ing his way up the rugged steep on which the
welcome m. eyrie was percbed he fell speechless
Father Casaii, the superior Of the hospice,
who bad himself issued forth to the rescue of
the stranger, chafed his frozen limbs, in
spring them with their natural glow Of heat,
and driving the warm blood through its stiff.
ened channels. At length his exertions are re-
warded with faint and almost inandible
| sigh. But even this is sufficient to fill the
heart of the holy man with joy and hope: He
lives! and under the fostering care of st. Co.
thard his restoration to life and health may
yet be perfect.
need of earthly praise can recompense your
Heaven inspired deedsf Hard must be that
heart, cruel the tongue. and only inspired by
nate tSas co1.a or utter dngas 70 ae
What but true faithf What but Heaven
descended religion could actuate the heart of
man to such heroic abnegation of self, such
courageous daring for the preservation of the
lives of their feIlow-manf for man, without
regard to nation. creed. or climef Hail, ye
sanity children of St. Gothard! Ye court not
human praise nor toll for perishable dross
Your deeds written In the record of the
Eternal King; and when the archangePs trum-
pet shall sound, an archangeps voice shall,
with immortal eloquence, rebearse them before
the assembled choirs Of heaven and listening
tribes Of earth. - 49, - -
CHAPTER XIV.
The convent of st. Gothard was in part hewn
out of the lofty rock on which it stood. It's
E. L. H.
of native black granite. Standing upon the
southern face of q snow-capped cliff, eight
thousand feet above the sea, amidst dazzling
oone fSr@e
weary from the incessant glare of endless pyr-
aniids of glittering white. Its architectural
style was designed with view to strength
was cold and sullen, yet it was the more in
unison with the imposing grandeur of the
whole scene. The embrasures of its walls and
sublimity and magnifceDce. The cliff descend |
ed almost perpendIcular1y, exposing to view q
lake of ice giittering in the sun-beams like
wastes of everlasting snow, rising in cold |
to regions far above the clouds, as
Stunning the while fantastic fairy shapes, or |
shapes of scowling horror frowning aud threat |
ening ruin to the wales below, which decked |
in all the livery of perpetual spring, sit smil- |
ing in beanteous contrast and meek defiance |
of the Wilderness of ice and snow that, air
nuuE, W8iIeu ZOE u bTcatu Oh WIuu TO plunge IN |
furious anger down upon their fragile glories.
In one of the embrasnres of the convent |
three weeks after his providentiai rescue, sat |
Eugene Neville, who reckless of himself, was |
seeking to bury tue painful recollections of
his disappointuients far from tho scene of their |
occurrence The convent bells melOdiOusly |
chimed tie hour OF prayer. Eugene intensely |
listened his breast beat with contending emo
tons. He had resolved TO travel until he was |
either himself convinced of the trnths which |
he had been taught to despise, or else till he /
t,r. In
able evidence of their falsehood and deception. |
To be Copr1pued)