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him, <strong>the</strong>y knew ho could be bold as -well as kind. M<strong>or</strong>e than<br />
once he eapUired a party <strong>of</strong> bushrangers, and saved his Block<br />
.us settlers felt him to bo<br />
from ,<br />
THE AUSTRALIAN DUKE OR Till-: \i:\V UTOPIA.<br />
; and our rough<br />
iliuii a good neighb<strong>or</strong> <strong>or</strong> a good, master <strong>the</strong>y ga<strong>the</strong>red<br />
round him as a protect<strong>or</strong>.<br />
" I have said that my fa<strong>the</strong>r was a University man, and<br />
something <strong>of</strong> a fine scholar. He had brought with him a fair<br />
<strong>of</strong> books, and as time allowed him, he did his best to<br />
carry on my education, At twelve years old, I fancy I had<br />
red about as much Latin and Greek as I should have<br />
learnt in <strong>the</strong> same time at Hanow ; and, besides that, I had<br />
gained a good many m<strong>or</strong>sels <strong>of</strong> useful knowledge, better acquired<br />
in <strong>the</strong> bush. But my fa<strong>the</strong>r could only teach me what<br />
he knew himself, and <strong>of</strong> some tilings he was ign<strong>or</strong>ant. You see,<br />
my dear lady," said Grant, addressing my mo<strong>the</strong>r, " I shouldn't<br />
like to say anything that would give you pain, <strong>or</strong> seem, as it<br />
were, bumptious, and f<strong>or</strong> a fellow Like me to be talking about<br />
such tilings would just be nonsense but still ; you know, it<br />
isn't always piety and that s<strong>or</strong>t <strong>of</strong> thing that a man gets at <strong>the</strong><br />
University. My fa<strong>the</strong>r never got into any awkward scrapes ;<br />
he became a good hand at <strong>the</strong> classics, and a famous rower.<br />
He spent as much money as became his rank, and a good deal<br />
m<strong>or</strong>e than suited his fa<strong>the</strong>r's pocket ; but as to religion, I<br />
fancy he shared it with Socrates. His standard was hon<strong>or</strong> ; to<br />
speak <strong>the</strong> truth, because it was <strong>the</strong> truth ; to be brave, and<br />
courteous, and just, and merciful, and to be all that because<br />
nothing else was w<strong>or</strong>thy <strong>of</strong> a gentleman. Of course I learnt<br />
my catechism, my mo<strong>the</strong>r taught me that ; and she read me<br />
st<strong>or</strong>ies out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Bible, in which I delighted :<br />
and <strong>the</strong> patriarchs, and <strong>the</strong> flocks <strong>of</strong> sheep ;<br />
all about Jacob<br />
it seemed just like<br />
our own life in <strong>the</strong> bush, and I fancied every bushinan was an<br />
Edouiite.<br />
"<br />
Well, one day, as we were sitting down to supper, <strong>the</strong>re<br />
w<strong>or</strong>d that old Mike, <strong>the</strong> shepherd, was dying, and that<br />
Biddy, his wife, was at <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong>, and would not go till she had<br />
seen <strong>the</strong> master. My fa<strong>the</strong>r got up and went to "<br />
her. Oh,<br />
'<br />
<strong>the</strong>re's<br />
wirrn, wirra, that I should see <strong>the</strong> day !' she said ;<br />
Mike dyin', and askin' f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> priest, and s<strong>or</strong>ra a priest is <strong>the</strong>re<br />
within sixty miles, and him at Ballarat !'<br />
" ' A !' priest, Biddy said my fa<strong>the</strong>r ' what ; good would he<br />
do your husband if he could see him ? M<strong>or</strong>e to <strong>the</strong> purpose if<br />
lie could see a doct<strong>or</strong>.'<br />
" ' What good is it, your hdn<strong>or</strong> ? Why he'd get <strong>the</strong> rites <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> Church, <strong>the</strong> cratur, and not be dyin' like a hay<strong>the</strong>n <strong>or</strong> a<br />
Jew.'<br />
" To make a long st<strong>or</strong>y sh<strong>or</strong>t, Biddy so moved my fa<strong>the</strong>r's<br />
kind heart, that he sent <strong>of</strong>f a man and h<strong>or</strong>se to Ballarat to fetch a<br />
priest, and <strong>the</strong> priest came in time to give po<strong>or</strong> Mike all he<br />
wanted, so that he died Like a Christian.<br />
"<br />
My fa<strong>the</strong>r entertained <strong>the</strong> priest as a matter <strong>of</strong> course ;<br />
and, when it was all over, Fa<strong>the</strong>r Daly said he would Like to<br />
ride <strong>the</strong> country round, and see if <strong>the</strong>re were any o<strong>the</strong>rs who<br />
it was wonderful <strong>the</strong> num-<br />
might chance to want him. Well,<br />
ber he found who were, and would be, <strong>or</strong> ought to have been<br />
Catholics ; f<strong>or</strong> three days, as po<strong>or</strong> Biddy said,<br />
'<br />
he was bap-<br />
" '<br />
Anything in reason," said my fa<strong>the</strong>r wish f<strong>or</strong> ?'<br />
;<br />
' what is it you<br />
" '<br />
Why, a barn, <strong>or</strong> a st<strong>or</strong>e, <strong>or</strong> a place <strong>of</strong> some s<strong>or</strong>t, where I<br />
can say mass to-m<strong>or</strong>row m<strong>or</strong>ning. '<br />
" '<br />
Well, a barn was :<br />
found, and Fa<strong>the</strong>r Daly was at w<strong>or</strong>k<br />
half <strong>the</strong> night knocking and hammering, tilL he had got up<br />
what did f<strong>or</strong> an altar. He had brought all he wanted with<br />
po<strong>or</strong> enough it all was but next ; day lie said mass, and<br />
all <strong>the</strong> settl<strong>or</strong>s within twenty miles, Catholics and Protestants,<br />
were present at it. F<strong>or</strong> it was seldom enough <strong>the</strong>y got a good<br />
w<strong>or</strong>d In )in priest <strong>or</strong> parson, and so, po<strong>or</strong> fellows, <strong>the</strong>y cared<br />
f<strong>or</strong> it when <strong>the</strong>y got it and ; get it <strong>the</strong>y did. Just after <strong>the</strong><br />
Gospel Fa<strong>the</strong>r Daly turned round and addressed us. It was<br />
iiuiple enough, nothing eloquent, nothing <strong>of</strong> fine preaching ;<br />
just a few plain w<strong>or</strong>ds, telling ns that what we had got to do iu<br />
<strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ld was to serve (!od and save our soul not to<br />
Selves <strong>or</strong> make a lot <strong>of</strong> money, but to keep out <strong>of</strong> sin, unii<br />
(iod, .'iinl gel<br />
I" KiMver, very plain doetrin--.<br />
Aubrey, and spoken in a strong Irish bi<br />
from your friend Mr. Edward's genteel voice, that sonn<br />
all <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ld like a flute-stop <strong>of</strong> an <strong>or</strong>gan ; and<br />
1o fed you that Fa<strong>the</strong>r Daly was a sh<strong>or</strong>t, tliieK-set man, with a<br />
face f<strong>or</strong> all tie w<strong>or</strong>ld like a potato. But that is what lie told<br />
us. and, my w<strong>or</strong>d, but it weut home to <strong>the</strong> fellows' hearts ; and<br />
as to my fa<strong>the</strong>r, he laid hi s head on his arm, and sobbed Like a<br />
baby.<br />
" After mass was over he went to him ;<br />
I don't know how it<br />
all came about, but Fa<strong>the</strong>r Daly stayed two days longer, and<br />
and a week <strong>or</strong> t\v<br />
<strong>the</strong>y had some longish talks toge<strong>the</strong>r ;<br />
my fa<strong>the</strong>r went down to Brisbane, and when he came back he<br />
told us he was a Catholic.<br />
" ' We soon saw <strong>the</strong> change, though it did not come all at<br />
once. As brave and true, and just as jever, but <strong>the</strong> pride was<br />
gone and after a bit he got a priest, a Spanish Benedictine,<br />
to come and settle at Glenleven, as our place was called. He<br />
took charge <strong>of</strong> my education, and rode about looking up <strong>the</strong><br />
settlers, and every m<strong>or</strong>ning when he was with us, I served his<br />
mass. Well, I've seen some <strong>of</strong> your fine <strong>church</strong>es, and <strong>the</strong>y<br />
get up all that s<strong>or</strong>t <strong>of</strong> thing now in tremendous style, but St.<br />
Peter's itself would never be to me what that Little wooden<br />
barn was, which we called our chapel. <strong>The</strong> mass, <strong>the</strong> daily<br />
mass in <strong>the</strong> wilderness <strong>the</strong>re, with a dozen <strong>or</strong> so <strong>of</strong> rough shepherds<br />
and cattle drivers only, kneeling <strong>the</strong>re in <strong>the</strong> early m<strong>or</strong>n-<br />
ing, all so still, so humble I tell you it was <strong>the</strong> eave <strong>of</strong><br />
Bethlehem !<br />
" Fa<strong>the</strong>r Jerome did a great w<strong>or</strong>k among <strong>the</strong> settlers. Grad-<br />
ually <strong>the</strong>y got to love him and trust him, and he did what he<br />
liked among <strong>the</strong>m ;<br />
and my fa<strong>the</strong>r too had a grip on <strong>the</strong>m all ;<br />
with all <strong>the</strong>ir free, unshackled ways <strong>the</strong>y felt his power, and it<br />
ruled <strong>the</strong>m. Many <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m till <strong>the</strong>n hod lived Like dogs, and<br />
he and Fa<strong>the</strong>r Jerome just made men <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m. It can be done,<br />
sir," said Grant, lookiugly fixedly at me, "and <strong>the</strong>re is only<br />
one way <strong>of</strong> doing it. It was not law that made <strong>the</strong> change at<br />
Glenleven, but two men with loving hearts, who Lived in <strong>the</strong><br />
fear <strong>of</strong> God, and spent <strong>the</strong>mselves f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir brethren.<br />
"When I was nineteen, my dear mo<strong>the</strong>r died, and my fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
was obliged to revisit Europe. <strong>The</strong>re was some bo<strong>the</strong>r about<br />
<strong>the</strong> Irish estates well, it don't matter ; he came back to Eu-<br />
rope and brought me with him ;<br />
he did not stay in England, so<br />
we just passed through, and crossed by Holyhead, and <strong>the</strong><br />
three months, which were all we stayed, were mostly spent in<br />
<strong>the</strong> county Mayo. Bef<strong>or</strong>e we sailed again, we came up to Dublin,<br />
and a thing happened to me <strong>the</strong>re which I shall carry in<br />
mem<strong>or</strong>y to my grave.<br />
" <strong>The</strong>re was a lad about my own age, young Harry Gibson,<br />
whom my fa<strong>the</strong>r had agreed to take out with him, and let Liim<br />
learn sheep-farming. It was a Sunday afternoon, and we two<br />
were coming home after a lougish walk, when we passed a Lit-<br />
tizin' and marryin' and buryin" people f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> b<strong>or</strong>e Life,' and at<br />
<strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> third day he came to my fa<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
'<br />
Mr. Grant,'<br />
'<br />
he said, I've a great fav<strong>or</strong> to ask <strong>of</strong> you, which I'm sure, f<strong>or</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>se po<strong>or</strong> fellows' tle chapel, <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong> was open. 'Come in here,'<br />
sake, you won't refuse.'<br />
said Harry,<br />
' and may be you'll see <strong>the</strong> strangest sight in Dublin. ' We entered<br />
an ugLy Little place enough, with an aisle divided <strong>of</strong>f tho<br />
whole length <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Church by iron bars, behind wliich some<br />
old women were kneeling, <strong>The</strong>y were not nuns, but, as I afterwards<br />
heard, single ladies who lived here by way <strong>of</strong> a home,<br />
in St. Joseph's Ketreat as it was called.<br />
" We knelt down and said our prayers, and I was wondering<br />
what Harry had brought me <strong>the</strong>re to see, when <strong>the</strong>re came, iu<br />
from tho little sacristy a figure such as I had never seen i<br />
such as in this w<strong>or</strong>ld I shall never see again. How shall I<br />
describe him ? An old man, stooping and bent, in extreme old<br />
age, in his black priest's cassock, so w<strong>or</strong>n it v<br />
bare ; but his face, his eyes all that was human hail gone out<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> flesh, <strong>the</strong> body, and <strong>the</strong> pride <strong>of</strong> Life all gone,<br />
destroyed, obliterated. Nothing left but <strong>the</strong> stamp <strong>of</strong> a<br />
utterable meekness. He walked feebly up to <strong>the</strong> alb<br />
knelt <strong>the</strong>re, such a w<strong>or</strong>ship in <strong>the</strong> bend <strong>of</strong> his head ; and<br />
a little he rose and returned to <strong>the</strong> sacristy, and, as he passed