The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1872-03-24

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s. B. ELDER.
(Continued.)
CHATTER xxXNH.
Ellen sbuddered with the icy thought that
forced itself upon her. but sho knew too we'll
that there was something moro than oeASn, ~
him she loved, to meet, and she prayed .nas
An bs heart with other thoughts than those
of love for her and bitterness at ms is.o. A.,
What beautiful instructions fell IRON e line Inc
Of the b pgsst snd MATING Lie
assumes . newer, hoiier aspect! .,o Church
He explained the teachings OF the Cn9t en-;
revealed the mysteries OF rain P,c' of divine
Love, until Davis heart glowed within IL, 5im'
and that peace which snrpassetn III "noof
standing. began its heavenly Ia thsmseves from
%heir stupor Of grief, and listened to the only
eloouence that can touch the soul OF man
when near the he. shSdGM i ts shortness and its
main and dwelt so forcibly upon the glory
awaiting the virtuous soul beyond the portais
of the tomb, that many there s @ "erceaSins
great rev ard" was near at mana.
He PAINTED for their bruised and bleeding
hew, reviled, abandoned. outraged, He had
trod tho winepress Of suffering, alone! How
He had borne the sins of others, wearing all
tho anguish and guilt OF th yp wo down at last
upon the bed of the cross, He gavs himselt 20
be their ransom and their sacrifice: :" he has
gone before you my children, ana me grave a Is
and turned it's bitterness to joy.
Along the royal road He walked, He calls
on you to follow; and. unlike Himself, lie
gives you comfort, friends anu huihah loNe "
Aid you in the way"
Their tears were falling fast when he ceased
to speak, but their souls we're st;ength zen
and they felt that it was mot oil OF Lie TO
live, nor all of Death to die"
Then he administered the sacred Rite of Re-
generation to Mr.: Davis, over whom m, there
ward sign is but the symbol. He realized
even, as Ellen did, that Heaven was worth
more than Earth, and that the stainless robe"
Of angels than any earthly bridal vsstnre.
when the last words were spoken: SO live
that you may bear this robe unsposted to the
made christian's soul, but one of loving fear
lest unworthinsss like his might never wan the
Drown, for which he was now Wiling 10 part
With life and youth and n, love , rh;Idren a,k
Almighty God to bless you all, for He alone
can either help you bear your cross, or change
His Hs Ss on
that knew there WAS no hope: bnt they also
knew that q little patience. q little struggle
= little while of pain-and all would Ut
It was morning. The fresh, cool air told
them this; the faint, tender light glimmerinG
through the sky them ;rrn inns ss nS Tom
their prison, brought them news OF this-bn
they only felt that Time's night was Passin
rapidly away, and Eternitys bright day wa
In Eifens heart there was growing dull
anxious, aching pain, which she could tee
now since all her uneasness for him had pass
od avay 1t was for herself she sorrowed now
It was the dismal Life before her that 6rough
this bitter pain: If she too might only die
it had been to him to die. She was tearles.
now-waiting only for the parting moment
praying for herself as well as for him-listen
ing for that coming noise which should change
this dullness into actual torture this apathy
to pain, this waiting to despair.
Davis had scarcely spoken since the waters
of Baptism had fallen ON his head-its grace
upon his soul. He sat with her hand in his,
but she knew that the presence of Gods mercy
was more real and vivid than her form beside
the distance between them. 1t made her feel
that he no longer belonged to her, that God
had called him. and that no earthly hand could
hold him back. Still she happy ia his
happiness--only she pitied her own slowly,
surely breaking heart
She thought Of home, of Mrs. Brown, of good
old Polly, as of persons she had seen once in a
dream. The past was all vision-there was
future in her mind-the present alone
covered and hid everything with its certain
She even remembered tho ebony crucifix Mrs.
Brown had given her one Christmas day, and
shnddered at the strange remembrance. She
recalled the bridal feather-wreath, and smiled
ut the delusion hidden in its leaves
"Ail my hopes have taken wing" she
thought-"like the birds whose plumage form
cd that garland. They are dead, dead! No
hand, however skillful, can ever weave them
into life and joy again"
She then wondered if she would be permit
ted to bear his body back with her to New Or
leans. She would lay it by her uncle's side.
She would guard it through all the years to
come, and when her own life ceased to be, she
would lie down beside him and rest so we'll !!
Hor riches should be divided between Mrs.
Brown and O'Neil, the noble, true O'Neil She
found herself thinking of him, too, as of some
ono she had once known, long-long ago. She
recalled the names of oil the ONeis famous in
Irish history. She remembered it was royal
name, comforting on it's holder kingly authori-
ty. She found herself unconsciously repeating
lines from her conntry's ballads, telling of
ONeil's fame and glory.
"A prince In look, in decd. in word"
And her heart paid tribute to him who rep
resented all the mobiles of his name.
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