Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1873-03-27

"I am in mourning for my grandmother"
said Florimond. "For Gods sake, tell me,
has anything happened to-to-"
MADAME Ignatus is dead," said Susan ;
"dead and buried"
80 Lord-O Lord p groaned Florimond,
sinking to the earth, IF there is God in
heaven he has forgotten mercy; he has taken
from, me the last friend I had on earth !'
care you calmer now ?" said the kind moth
er superior, bending over the sofa where they
had lifted her, and chaing her hands and
bathing her throbbing brow, "are you calmer
now, and shall relate to you some of the
particulars of her last days?"
Not able to speak, Florimond nodded her
head in the affirmative.
"On the night Of her death" said the nun,
"she went to bed as usual, to all appearances,
in perfect health. The only complaint she
made at all was, that she felt greatly fatigued,
having been packing up her furniture, books,
etc., to 60 to the far West with her. son. He
was expected the next day, and as she bade
me good night, she said: 81 shall be in heaven
tomorrow Prophetic words but she only
meant she would be reiinited to her idolized
son. The next morning when the maid went,
as usual, into her chamber to make the fire
and assist in her mistress toilet, she was still
asleep but this excited no remark, as she was
always late sleeper. At breakfast time she
still slept, and yet little later in the day the
maid went again to her bedside to ask if she
was sick. Her face was marble pale, soft
smile fingered on her benignant countenance,
but the soul had fed The doctor, when
called Immediately, said she had been dead
for hours, and it is supposed she was victim
to disease of the heart. Her son came that
afternoon. Oh how my heart bled for him.
1t was heart-rending sight to witness that
strong mans grief; it was so unexpected, so
horrible and he said he had looked forward
with such bright anticpations to this reiinlon
with his mother. 1 believe this is all. There
is box of keepsakes here for you, packed
with her own tender, white hands, directed in
her own handwriting. She looked for you
every day and said to me dozen times
'Florimond has not come; but she certainly
will, or else she would have answered my last
letter. All it was all so unexpected-so
sudden-no wonder you are overcome with
grief"
"Oh mother" said Florimond, "she was
such gem of womanhood- an angel of
goodness! And she has gone-and my grand
mother has gope-and I am left alone in this
world with but one little eve lamb-and at
any moment she may be snatched from my
motherly arms by the cruel hand Of human
law or the still more merciless hand Of Death.
Out of the depths of my wretchedness would
fain cry "et me curse God and die
'Sin not thus with your lips" said the
nun, "but pray to God and the blessed Virgin
to help you bear your misfortunes.
81 will 60 now," said Florimond, "and take
last look at the White Cottage"
"Why, are you never more coming to see
US ?" asked one of the Sisters.
81 live in the country now,' said Florimond,
"and may not have the opportunity. BE as
sured, I will not fail to come, as often as
can"
Florimond shuddered as she entered the
door of the little dwelling. She looked every
moment to be met by majestic form, to be
casped in loving arms, to see that heavenly
countenance, beaming with the ethereal fire
of intellect, radiant with the glow of sublime
affection. Alas the White Cottage was COM
pletely dismantled carpets, curtains, pic
lures, books-all gone-gone, too, its presld-
ing genius, who had shed such grace over all
it contained Poor Florimond fled from the
house, from this beautiful spot, where the
most peaceful, the most interesting, and, in
some respects, the very happiest hours of her
life, had been spent.
The clang of the little postern gate, which
had wont to be so joyful in her ears, sounded
now, as Florimond passed through it, for the
last time, like death-knell. She turned for
moment, and waited on the evening breeze
loving farewell to the little White Cottage
lifelong adeu to the Convent of St. Eus-
tache!