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hftfl not been tedious <strong>or</strong> altoge<strong>the</strong>r uninteresting to yon, f<strong>or</strong><br />
whose amusement and instruction it was written. Wo would<br />
fain persuade ourselves, that, although we might not draw <strong>the</strong><br />
tears from your eyes f<strong>or</strong> our feeble pen claims no such power<br />
yet that you turned away from <strong>the</strong> death-bed <strong>of</strong> po<strong>or</strong> Edwin<br />
with at least a little feeling <strong>of</strong> s<strong>or</strong>row and compassion in your<br />
hearts, and with a deeper and m<strong>or</strong>e grateful appreciation <strong>of</strong><br />
that greatest <strong>of</strong> all blessings <strong>the</strong> blessing <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Faith<br />
which has been given to so many <strong>of</strong> you gratuitously, and<br />
f<strong>or</strong> which, perhaps, you have never been called upon to<br />
suffer. We are but too apt to undervalue advantages which<br />
we have obtained without suffering <strong>or</strong> difficulty ; and if ifc<br />
be true in general matters, that we prize a thing in prop<strong>or</strong>tion<br />
as it haa cost us dear, how much m<strong>or</strong>e does it hold when<br />
and he has proved it '<br />
and if his ; p<strong>or</strong>tion be scant, and his lot<br />
be hard, help him if you are able, and you will do a good<br />
w<strong>or</strong>k, and one which God will bless ; f<strong>or</strong>, <strong>the</strong> same God knows<br />
well how much such fervent hearts, such generous souls, are<br />
needed to make some atonement f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> cold, dead manner, in<br />
which too many <strong>of</strong> us, good, comf<strong>or</strong>table souls, take, as a mat-<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r, long a wanderer, perchance, but safe in <strong>the</strong> haven at<br />
last, we, at least, bid you a hearty welcome. Bear your trials<br />
with a steady and manly heart. <strong>The</strong> priceless jewel <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
dear old Faith is w<strong>or</strong>th purchasing at any price, and if you be<br />
but faithful to <strong>the</strong> end, your reward shall be exceedingly great.<br />
CHAPTER XXI.<br />
VALEDICTORY. A PARTING WOBD WITH THE CRITICS. THE PROUD<br />
HEART BENDS AT LAST. UNAVAILING BEMOBSE. FRANK AND<br />
MARIA. FATHER EUSTACE IS CHARGED WITH A MESSAGE TO THE<br />
OTHER WORLD. WHO SHALL TELL A LITTLE PRATTLER " WHS<br />
POOR GRANDPAPA IS SO SAD, AND WEEPS SO MUCH?"<br />
As we have no doubt that <strong>the</strong> Browns, <strong>the</strong> Simpers, and <strong>the</strong><br />
rest <strong>of</strong> our critics, are greatly disgusted with our st<strong>or</strong>y, we cannot<br />
conclude without a few parting w<strong>or</strong>ds to <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
Brown is full <strong>of</strong> compassion f<strong>or</strong> po<strong>or</strong> Mr. Stanhope, and deelan<br />
-s that he was very badly used both by his son and <strong>the</strong><br />
wily old priest ; and Brown thanks God that <strong>the</strong>re ia no dun-<br />
>!' his son Tom's playing any such tricks upon him; and,<br />
although we cannot thank God f<strong>or</strong> it, we are very much afraid<br />
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that <strong>the</strong>re really i very little danger <strong>of</strong> it. Miss Simper "<br />
some wrong, when she finds that iteonoludea with it de,itli-l>.-d,<br />
instead <strong>of</strong> with <strong>or</strong>ange blossoms and white fav<strong>or</strong>s. We liopn<br />
<strong>the</strong> old gentleman will not be very angry, but, in fact,<br />
content to be treated with <strong>the</strong> contempt and sc<strong>or</strong>n which wo<br />
know he will hurl at us f<strong>or</strong> cand<strong>or</strong> and ;<br />
sincerity compel us to<br />
i<br />
confess that we care very little f<strong>or</strong> old Brown <strong>or</strong> his o]<br />
Faith is in ! question It is <strong>the</strong> po<strong>or</strong> struggling convert who,<br />
in general, has <strong>the</strong> keenest appreciation <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> gl<strong>or</strong>ious gift <strong>of</strong><br />
Faith. Again, we assure you that <strong>the</strong> st<strong>or</strong>y <strong>of</strong> Edwin Stanhope<br />
is no made up tale. If you doubt our assertion, we<br />
will tell you how to prove it. If you happen to meet any<br />
<strong>of</strong> those and, thank God, <strong>the</strong>y are not rare to meet with nowa-days<br />
who are converts to our holy Faith, try to get <strong>the</strong>m to<br />
tell you <strong>the</strong>ir st<strong>or</strong>y, and if you do not meet with some tale, at<br />
least substantially <strong>the</strong> same as ours, we are content to let you<br />
rank on <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> old Brown, as one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> most We confess we feel m<strong>or</strong>e s<strong>or</strong>ry to <strong>of</strong>fend Miss Simper, but hopo<br />
she will f<strong>or</strong>give us; f<strong>or</strong>, although we might have made mir<br />
st<strong>or</strong>y<br />
implacable<br />
<strong>of</strong> our critics. But if you meet with such a one, greet him<br />
with a friendly voice and a hearty grasp, f<strong>or</strong> he is a true bro<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
to conclude in such a manner as to plc;ise her, still we<br />
should have been obliged to conclude it by dist<strong>or</strong>ting<br />
and ours is substantially a true tale. We have, too, so mm-h<br />
confidence in her good nature, as to be persuaded that she will<br />
not be <strong>of</strong>fended, even if we remind her, that, after all, th<br />
something grander and greater than <strong>or</strong>ange blossoms <strong>or</strong> white<br />
fav<strong>or</strong>s; and that some, who are fav<strong>or</strong>ed above <strong>the</strong> rest, are<br />
called to follow <strong>the</strong> Lamb whi<strong>the</strong>rsoever He goeth, and to sing<br />
a song which none else can sing and ; why <strong>the</strong>y are so culled,<br />
Miss Simper surely has <strong>of</strong>ten heard; and as she thinks <strong>of</strong> this,<br />
we believe her heart will s<strong>of</strong>ten, and that she will become<br />
reconciled to <strong>the</strong> unromantic ending <strong>of</strong> our little tale.<br />
We ought, too, no doubt, to make a Catholic <strong>of</strong> Mr. Stan-<br />
hope. Would to God we could; but twelve years have .rolled<br />
away since <strong>the</strong> death <strong>of</strong> Edwin, and he is not a Catholic yet.<br />
i :<br />
ter <strong>of</strong> course, <strong>the</strong> blessings we have received, and f<strong>or</strong> which we,<br />
perhaps, sometimes think that we pay a dear enough price if<br />
but <strong>or</strong>dinarily faithful to our religious engagements.<br />
Bear patiently with his little peculiarities, if perchance, hg<br />
have <strong>the</strong>m, and remember only <strong>the</strong> cost at which he has proved<br />
his sincerity. If you deem him too zealous, and consider that<br />
he is sometimes scarcely prudent in <strong>the</strong> eff<strong>or</strong>ts which he makes<br />
to bring o<strong>the</strong>rs to <strong>the</strong> Faith, take care lest you be scarcely zealous<br />
enough, and remember that an excess <strong>of</strong> zeal is better than<br />
a want <strong>of</strong> it. Yes, again we say, greet him with a friendly<br />
voice and a hearty grasp, and do your best to make him feel<br />
that, if he has had to turn hia back on many an old friend,<br />
that he has found many a new one ; and, thauk your God, that<br />
his trial has never been yours, f<strong>or</strong> it may be, that it would<br />
have been a grievous temptation if you had been obliged to<br />
purchase your Faith by <strong>the</strong> renunciation <strong>of</strong> He is a white-headed, feeble old man now; but although<br />
everything which<br />
is nearest and dearest to <strong>the</strong> heart <strong>of</strong> man. And f<strong>or</strong> you, dear<br />
still<br />
stately, and even stiff in his manner, you would look in vain<br />
f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> pride and unbending self-will <strong>of</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r days. He buried<br />
<strong>the</strong>m at last, but it was only in <strong>the</strong> grave <strong>of</strong> his son.<br />
On <strong>the</strong> m<strong>or</strong>ning after <strong>the</strong> death <strong>of</strong> his boy, when <strong>the</strong>y timidly<br />
entered <strong>the</strong> room, almost fearing to be repulsed, <strong>the</strong>y found<br />
him still kneeling by <strong>the</strong> lifeless f<strong>or</strong>m, and with one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cold<br />
hands pressed tightly to his heart. He allowed <strong>the</strong>m to lead him<br />
away as meekly as a little child, and sitting between Maria and<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace, listened to <strong>the</strong> sad st<strong>or</strong>y <strong>of</strong> how his boy had<br />
sickened and died <strong>the</strong> death <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> just. He did not speak,<br />
even when <strong>the</strong> tale was done, but rising with a look so utterly<br />
broken and miserable, that it rent <strong>the</strong>ir very hearts to see him,<br />
walked slowly back to <strong>the</strong> room where <strong>the</strong> c<strong>or</strong>pse was laid, and<br />
throwing himself upon his knees, kissed again and again <strong>the</strong><br />
lifeless f<strong>or</strong>m, repeating ever and anon, " My own bright boy<br />
my own heart's darling ! Where was <strong>the</strong>re ever such a boy OB<br />
mine ? and I have killed him I have murdered him I have<br />
destroyed O<br />
him !<br />
God, f<strong>or</strong>give me ! Would that I had died<br />
f<strong>or</strong> him my po<strong>or</strong>, po<strong>or</strong> boy." So long as <strong>the</strong> c<strong>or</strong>pse was in<br />
<strong>the</strong> house he never left it ; and, although he insisted upon <strong>the</strong><br />
interment taking place in his own <strong>church</strong>, he made no objeeti. m<br />
when Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace requested his permission to perf<strong>or</strong>m <strong>the</strong><br />
private service which <strong>the</strong> Church <strong>or</strong>ders to be celebrated over<br />
those <strong>of</strong> her children whom circumstances prevent from being<br />
interred in her own consecrated ground. As soon as possible,<br />
after <strong>the</strong> funeral, he retired from <strong>the</strong> active management <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
affairs <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> establishment <strong>of</strong> which he was <strong>the</strong> head, and retired<br />
to a country residence some miles from London. He lives<br />
<strong>the</strong>re still, a feeble old man, but bent much m<strong>or</strong>e by <strong>the</strong> secret<br />
s<strong>or</strong>row which has written itself upon hia face and in hia f<strong>or</strong>m,<br />
than by weight <strong>of</strong> years.<br />
On <strong>the</strong> first anniversary <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> death <strong>of</strong> his boy, he and his<br />
daughter were sitting toge<strong>the</strong>r, and when she rose from her<br />
seat, and coming over to where he sat, put her arms about his<br />
neck, and told him, with many tears and kisses, that she must<br />
follow <strong>the</strong> example <strong>of</strong> his boy, and be a Catholic, too, he said<br />
not a w<strong>or</strong>d, but kissing her very tenderly, put her gently away,<br />
:u d retired'to his room, and cried through <strong>the</strong> livelong night.<br />
On <strong>the</strong> m<strong>or</strong>ning she made her first communion, and ca<br />
kiss him and tell him so, he took her in hit arms, nnd i<br />
round her neck a magnificent diamond cross, which he had BUT-