The Irish standard., 1886-06-05

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s.What's the matter now?" demanded
the individual in question, in a deep,
gruf voice, raising his eyes, and looking
about him as he spoke.
Lanty again repeated his request.
..Humph!'' calculated the other,
growing outhis dissatisfaction at being
disturbed; and limiting his reply to the
monosyllable, he aose slowly up from
his seat, and stalked over the boats
side, with the book under his arm.
1t may be as well to say word or two
here respecting this gentleman, since he
happens to be somewhat concerned
though it be indirectly, the moral
of our story.
He was now man about forty-fave
years Of age, a Scotchman by birth, and
an old college chum Of Father Johns.
They had passed several years together
at Oxford, where they lived on the most
intimate terms OF friendship, till the lat
ter relinquished his studies for the bar,
and returned home to prepare himself
for the priesthood. Since that time,
Father Brennan had entirely lost sight
of his fellow-student, and probably
never should have thought Of renewing
their former intimacy, had he not
Glanced to see, one day, in an English
newspaper, notice of the conversion to
the Catholic church of David Henshaw,
ESQ.,, LII. D., Barrister at Law, and
distinguished contributor 10 The Edjn-
burgh Review. This led to the forma-
ton of a close and intimate correspon-
dence between them, which, after q con-
tinuance of two or three years, at length
resulted in the DOCTORS present visit TO
his old college friend and eZassmate.
But the good priest was both disap-
pointed and shocked at the first inter
view; for he found his old acquaintance
not only ''stronger and sterner" Gath
olic after three years matriculation than
he was himself, though brought up al
most within the same sanctuary, but SO
ultra in oil his views Of religion, that he
began seriously to doubt whether the
church had lost or gained by the CONVEX
sion. Henshaw was but yet a novice in
the church, and only saw her doctrine
under it's severest aspect. Her dogmas
and anathemas We're the only signs Of
hex divine power he could discover,
whilst the more gentle and delicate op-
erations OF her spirit ON the hearts of
men we're entirely hidden from bis view.
The consequence was, that he regarded
her only in her coercive capacity, and
entirely overlooked the charity with
which she exercised it. Hence DIR.
Henshaw became very despot III relisg-
ion. Without the least pity for those
who had grown Up in The midst Of here
ditary prejudices against Catholicity, OR
comparison for those who would will
;ngly have embraced it, if they could
only be made to see their error, he con-
signed all beyond the pale Of She church
all, without excsption--to unntterahle
destruction. Such was DIR. Henshaw.
His head was Catholic, but his heart was
thaS of a pagan philosopher--as cold
and unleeling as stone.
After gazing about him for minute
or two. he walked slowly up to where
the priest was standing, and folding hi,
arms ON his breast, turned his face
again to the beach, aud began to con-
verse with his reverend companion. The
attitude he assumed, and the air Of SELF
compiacency with which he pursea out
his lips when he spoke, could hardly
fail to impress the most careless obsery-
er with the conviction that he was &
man quite conscious Of his mental pow
ers, and fully alive to sense Of his per
sopal importance. But we must leave
him, for the present, with the priest,
and return to the remaining occupants
of the boat.
stIt'sa bad case" said the little man
under the thwarts; 'ta very bad case
I'm afraid one great toe and two little
ones are gone entirely
20, we'll, sure, if they're gone atself,
your honor, he can do very we'll without
them," replied Lanty; t'two OF :hree
toes is neither here nor there''
s'No; certainly not, in one respect, i
admit-but this is an extraordinary
case, Lanty; you can't deny that. Its
very deplorable case, and calls for
world Of sympathy;" and as the speaker
raised his eyes up to Lanty's face, now
bent over him, there could be no mis-
ing the mild, benevolent countenance Of
Uncle Jerry Guirkie.
Lanty looked kindly down for an Ill
slant on Uncle Jerry's upturned face.
Not word he said, for there was no