The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-09-05
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2s" cannot ausWer for Sthers, r5cDAtinued
Eugene, "but that life would eventually have
led me 10 the refuge nay father had taken. The
very morning Of the day Ifnet mother, I had
been gazing down into the river, thinking
sudacioasly that 1t would only DO IN expert
ment after sll, to tfN II the other life was any
moro satisfactory than this, and wondering II
1t hurtpuch to die by Drowning I walked
away, determined to come back-indeed, to
tell the truth, thinking woald wait uRtil the
darkness Of night came to favor me. It used
to be said long ago, at oollege--it seems SO long
ago now-that 1 had good heart. Perhaps
some vestiges of this remained to me, that
moved me to assist poor neither, and offer to
carry her basket home. Perhaps the tiny gem
Of charity, nearly defaeed there's found g faint
lustre from the act that caught some angels
eye, some angelof the numbers who, we are
told, weep at the sinners fell, and seeing il
there, he pleaded 1t might be offered o chance
OF increase. Indeed, the angel might have
been my mothers spirlt-that it was some
celestial guide Iedame here I feOl certain.
s"On that first day saw you4 could not 6ud
words TO express how shocked was, how
utterly overwhelmed by the pathos Of the
scene, nor can now fnd words to express its
effect on me. just Dc the exquisite, aIl-per-
vadiug sense Of o delicious odor comes over
you, as you enter where flowers are breathing
their lives away, so the sense of holiness and
purity comes over my heart when ! enter this
room even now, and 1t did SO that day, COM
peliiug it to q feeling it had not known since
mystrial. And when saw your terrible cap
tivity, which you could not have done any
thing to deserve; when looked upon your
face, beautiful with purity coming from your.
entire ignorance of, or contact with, what'
what furnishes the spirits robe of white; when
/ found out the patient work of the half help
less hands, pureued with q perseverance, and
resolution that amounted to heroism ia my
eyes when 1 contemplated the youth shining
from those Wistful eyes, it's slight not all
quenched by the shadow Of yOur fate; when i
stood touched and wellnigh weeping, before
the unanswered longing for the beautiful,
which found solace in soherishing the com.
moness of plants; when, in the midst of all
this, looked mentally beFoEA 1t, imagining
the dover Of maiden bloom, and grace, and
hope that yOur years nasusAlly owned, my very
manhood blushed within mo. condemned
myself. /, with shat manhood, its power, its
heritage Of freedom, its wealth of endurance,
was outdone by motiOnless, suffering girl
The work of thoselWan fingers vas . greater
for them than the wipiDg out of
my poor fathers debts would have been to .
man endowed with strength to labor, and yet l
had not attempted this and they had accom-
plished that. The burden laid upon that
patient heart was more wofnl than mine, since |
I could tighten mine TINS, and 1t must only
grow heavier end heavier to the end, yet it " as |
borne nobIy. The trial to that souls faith in
God was greater than that offered me, since he
seemed to withhold from it every earthly gift,
and on mehe had bestoWed many; Jet it eOuld |
sosk his hand IN the homely plant, and touch
ng itiby- that faith, be raised above its SOr-
'owsI All this. I, could zee notwithstanding |
;he fact that l. had redueed myself to 60 COM
oIete . state Of spiritual blindness. I thought
20 more of the river, / Get sboHt betting like .
nan. laid plan for paying OF my fathsr'g
lebtss IL will take half IN ordInary lifetime
lpless BOme sudden tuEn Of fortuue comes 70
ne, as IL often does to other men, Bat, deaf
PicciOla, IL 1 ever feel like drawing back or
ailing by the way, I will look ct your flower Of
for it Is who will be It's purchases,
md when 1 get il will hold IL e one Of my
most valued treasurer "a"
Here Eugene stopped . moment, locking at
ne thoughtfully, and like one that searched for
something. Then with his voice toned TO indie
Icrfbable sweetness, he added:
"Perhaps my Picoiola may not quite uDdcr-
,tand this, but mother viii It is that my stcry
holds one more leaf, little 70 tell, but most Of
III to me. In the happy time that seems col far
.way in the past nowr there was one who hela