The Irish standard., 1886-10-09
MARY LEE,
Or
the YANKEE IN IRELAND.
BY PAUL PEPPERGRAsS, ESQ.,
Author of 'shandy MCGUIRE" ''The sp@-
wife, etc.
CHAPTER XXVI-(Contiuaed. J


Down below the garlen and over the
copse which lay between, appeared the
whitewashed walls Of Massmount Chap
ell rising from the water's edge, and on
either side facing the sea, the white
gravestones peeped out from the long
grass and tangled fern. But in that sol
itary spot there was one particular grave
Oh Which the priests eye often loved to
rest, as he sat by the window gazing
down on the old chu,chyar,l. It vas
the grave of an old and long cherished
irienl--of one who found him in his
early days an exi' and a waudarcr, and
took him into his house and heart; Que
who paused not to ask the poor way
farer from what nation he came or
whether he went--for his big heart
knew no distinction OF birth or race;
who lagisi4ed on him all the loving fond
ness Of a flther and at last took him by
the hand aud led him within the sanctu-
ary. On that humble slab, covering the
old man S grave, the priests eyes often
rested. as he sat by the window of his
little parlOr, and often he sighed and
,onged for the day to come when he
might see that stone replaced by &
monument worthieG the great and holy
heart that slept beneath it. But, alas!
he sighed in vain; for he WAS poor aud
his 1--we alone could never raise it,
Dear reader many nol>ler heart lies
1noulaerng i'll 4 forgotten grave; ard
many s grave Oh which gratitude should
have erected Il monument TO virtue, lies
deserted and abandoned to the nettle
and the dock weed We have seen such
i'll ou, own day. Alas, alas! Chat the
world should he SC nuglateful.
Once upon time we stood beside an
open grave Oh a green hill. side i'll N
T.. II was grave in which the NOR
tai Iein:,jns Of great and good man
were soon to be deposited "a man whose
virtues were the theme Of every tongue
And well they might, for never breNtl,ed
a p,zter soul, nor throohed a nGb!er
heart than his At once ullatfecEedly
simple aud 1ucoDsclonsly sublime, his
nature was q compound Of the -inest
sJ7,alities Of the Christian and the gentle
man, without g single jarYing element to
mar it's modest grandeur.
\ OF /,
reucned the spot, and the coffin was laid
beside the grave with the lid thrown
open, that the 1nourners might lock on
the face Of the dead for the last time.
Never was seen such crowd as that
morning gathered there. Fathers and
mothers leading their little children by
the hand. and young Elen with bearded
lip. and old men with hoar,y heads were
there, aud strangers from distant cities
were there, and bishops in purple cas-
socks, and prizes IS in blacksrole and sur
p'ice Knee]ing ON the gleensward the
incense rose, and the psalm was sung,
and the people of high and low degree
mingled together, and prayed for the re
pose Of his soul; and whilst they prayed
their tears fell thick and fast 1t was
sad but glorious sight to see that multi
trle weeping and PROSTATE that morn
ing before the open coffin, and gazing
on his face. they saw it still beaming
with that looh OF love which ever marked
it through life; nay, he seemed at that
moment RS it making them his last ap-
peal FOR all atfestionate remembrance.
And EACH one answered the appeal by d
silent vow-a vow to honor, to gratitude
aud to Gol-made white they gazed on
his face through their tears--,nade with !?
their hands upon his ooffin-a VOW never |
to forget him.
Ten years passed away, aud again |
after many wancerings, we returned to
that green hillside, aud looked round /
for the monument which that crowd of
loving hearts had erected to the memory
Of their benefactor a1sd friend. "What |
seek you, strangec?" said all old man,
seated on the grass by q lite mound OF
clay. ''.lhe monument erected to the
memory Of the iI.ustrious--:' Here it
is. he replied. is,ying his hand on the
sod beside HIM '.Ehu1!" Yes, this is
the monument; have just been sowing
a few flower seeds at his feet "Buti
his friends!'' we inquired. "Friends!'
repeated the old man, smiling bitterly.
eyes, that mighty multitude which ten
years ago we saw weeping and walling
here before his unburied corpse
what has become of tlem?" Dead
s:What, I'LL dead" LAY, they all died
on the day OF his burial-all save one
and myself. That one comes often here
to say prayer and drop tear OF the
grave for living and dying he loved bin
best OF all the world. But alas! he is
poor, and those whom he trusted to for
help have proved nngrateful.' . May,
say not so, old m;u,'' we replied: ''may-