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strvnee, fondly, " which thou shalt say ench night ; and when<br />
Harry grows older, thou shall teach him too, but not till he is<br />
old enough to know that it is a secret mo<strong>the</strong>r's secret, which<br />
you<br />
must tell nr> one."<br />
And Mary, with a look <strong>of</strong> great imp<strong>or</strong>tance, promised ; and<br />
she repeated after her mo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ds <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> " Hail Mary,<br />
blessed art thou amon -at<br />
full <strong>of</strong> grace, <strong>the</strong> L<strong>or</strong>d is with <strong>the</strong>e ;<br />
TYBOliNE.<br />
women, and blessed is <strong>the</strong> fruit <strong>of</strong> thy womb, JESUS. Holy<br />
Mary, Mo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> God, pray f<strong>or</strong> us sinners, now and at <strong>the</strong> hour<br />
<strong>of</strong> our death. Amen."<br />
A shadow <strong>of</strong> awe ga<strong>the</strong>red on her childish face. "I will<br />
never f<strong>or</strong>get it, mo<strong>the</strong>r, and say it every night when I think <strong>of</strong><br />
you, bef<strong>or</strong>e I go to sleep."<br />
<strong>The</strong> day <strong>of</strong> parting came at last, and Lady F<strong>or</strong>tescue, stern,<br />
cold, and harsh, a rived to receive <strong>the</strong> children; and when<br />
Constance, with bur-ting heart, would have given her some <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> counsels respecting <strong>the</strong>m, which a mo<strong>the</strong>r's heart alone can<br />
give, she was repulsed by<br />
"Pardon me, your Grace, <strong>the</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r who can f<strong>or</strong>sake her<br />
children, is oue who can meet with no sympathy from me."<br />
And Constance turned away to hold her children f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> last<br />
time in her arms. Her little lovely Mary, just six years old,<br />
and her noble boy <strong>of</strong> three, with his large, sfarlike eyes, and<br />
his playful ways, and a wisdom beyond his years <strong>the</strong>y cling<br />
to her ueck and cover her with kisses, and cry and sob with all<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir childish misery at parting but she knows well ; this will<br />
pass, and <strong>the</strong>y will be taught to f<strong>or</strong>get and despise <strong>the</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r<br />
who loves <strong>the</strong>m so wildly. She knows it, and she bears it all,<br />
and her heart is rent and broken within her. It is her t<strong>or</strong>turechamber<br />
and her racking. And now <strong>the</strong> desolate future lay<br />
bef<strong>or</strong>e Constance ; and in <strong>the</strong> midst <strong>of</strong> her agony, as bef<strong>or</strong>e in<br />
her joys, she was thoughtful f<strong>or</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs. She saw that<br />
Bachel's strength was rapidly giving way from <strong>the</strong> great<br />
strain on bo.Jy and mind, attendant on Isabel's long illness,<br />
and her present trying state ; and Constance knew that Ra-<br />
chel'.i prayer was that she might live to see Isabel recover even<br />
an hour's consciousness, and be reconciled to her God. Con-<br />
stauce thought also <strong>of</strong> Rose and her future ; f<strong>or</strong> Rose's parents<br />
were dead, t>nd her bro<strong>the</strong>rs scattered.<br />
<strong>The</strong> duchess proposed to her bro<strong>the</strong>r that he should commit<br />
to her <strong>the</strong> care <strong>of</strong> his afflicted wife, and that <strong>the</strong>y should toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />
seek a refuge in France <strong>or</strong> Belgium. <strong>The</strong>y would <strong>the</strong>re be<br />
free from molestation, and <strong>the</strong> entire change <strong>of</strong> air and scene<br />
might possibly tend to rest<strong>or</strong>e Isabel's mind. <strong>The</strong> earl gladly<br />
consented. His wish now was to obtain a div<strong>or</strong>ce, and by a<br />
second marriage perpetuate his family, and in his burning indignation<br />
against his sister, he desired to persuade <strong>the</strong> Duke<br />
<strong>of</strong> Bertram to follow his example. But this <strong>the</strong> duke, s<strong>or</strong>ely<br />
afflicted, refused to do. Nothing could, however, suit <strong>the</strong><br />
earl s plans better than <strong>the</strong> exile <strong>of</strong> Constance and Isabel, and<br />
he facilitated <strong>the</strong>ir speedy departure. <strong>The</strong>y left London in<br />
<strong>the</strong> direction <strong>of</strong> Apswell, but turning sharply away when within<br />
a few miles <strong>of</strong> that place, <strong>the</strong>y travelled <strong>the</strong> same road<br />
which, eleven years bef<strong>or</strong>e, Walter de Lisle had passed in his<br />
hasty flight. A small vessel was in waiting, and <strong>the</strong> party em-<br />
barked. Isabel was laid on cushions on <strong>the</strong> deck, and she<br />
laughed with child. sh glee at <strong>the</strong> foaming waves and <strong>the</strong> ropes<br />
and sails, while Rachel sat beside her, with tears rolling down<br />
her face. <strong>The</strong> proud Isabel, with her haughty intellect and<br />
her indomitable will, and this was <strong>the</strong> end ! Rose, too, sat<br />
still and wept, and by her side sat a tall thin woman, on whose<br />
pale cheeks <strong>the</strong>re burned one spot <strong>of</strong> red, and whose sunken<br />
eyes were glassy and bright, and who looked on <strong>the</strong> receding<br />
sh<strong>or</strong>e with no glance <strong>of</strong> s<strong>or</strong>row <strong>or</strong> regret. <strong>The</strong> tears, indeed,<br />
rolled down her cheeks, but <strong>the</strong>y came from a s<strong>or</strong>row within<br />
it was easy to see <strong>the</strong>y were <strong>the</strong> constant tears <strong>of</strong> a penitent.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re were no tears on Constance's face. She stood gazing at<br />
<strong>the</strong> white cliffs <strong>of</strong> England, until <strong>the</strong>y grew dim in <strong>the</strong> distance.<br />
From <strong>the</strong> land where her children dwelt she raised her eyes to<br />
thu clear sky above, and as she thought <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Love to wbich<br />
even a mo<strong>the</strong>r's is as a vain shadow, her bruised heart was<br />
BtilL<br />
CHAPTER XIY.<br />
*' Now thd heavy day ia done,<br />
Homo awaits <strong>the</strong>e, wearied one.'*<br />
" I am footfe<strong>or</strong>e and very weary,<br />
But I travel to meet a friend :<br />
<strong>The</strong> way IB long ani? dreary,<br />
But I know that it toon must end.<br />
" Like a dream, all my toil will vanish,<br />
When I lay my head on his breast ;<br />
But <strong>the</strong> journey is very weary,<br />
And he only can give me rest !<br />
"<br />
FELICIA<br />
ADELAIDE PBOCTOR.<br />
MANY, years have passed away, and we may cast one glance<br />
round upon <strong>the</strong> different characters in whose joys and s<strong>or</strong>rows<br />
we have taken some interest, and linger f<strong>or</strong> a moment longer<br />
upon spots which have been associated with <strong>the</strong>se events.<br />
To an old, quaint town hi Bolgium, we must bend our steps.<br />
Threading our way along <strong>the</strong> narrow streets where <strong>the</strong> houses<br />
almost meet overhead, we come at last to a curious pile <strong>of</strong><br />
buildings a long low house on each side,, and an old Gothic<br />
<strong>church</strong> in <strong>the</strong> middle. It is <strong>the</strong> Convent and Hospital <strong>of</strong> tup<br />
Dames <strong>of</strong> St. Augustine, who break <strong>the</strong>ir cloister ouly to attend<br />
upon <strong>the</strong> sick and dying. <strong>The</strong> <strong>church</strong> is open to all comers,<br />
so we will open <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong> and walk in. It is a beautiful<br />
<strong>church</strong>, and from <strong>the</strong> glare <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> summer's day <strong>the</strong>re is coolness<br />
and refreshment in <strong>the</strong> shade <strong>of</strong> those long aisles a.'d<br />
shadowy ro<strong>of</strong>, and <strong>the</strong> sunlight falls through <strong>the</strong> stained glass<br />
in g<strong>or</strong>geous hues upon <strong>the</strong> stone flo<strong>or</strong>. In <strong>the</strong> p<strong>or</strong>tion set<br />
apart f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> religious several nuns are kneeling in prayer.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y wear <strong>the</strong> habit and scapular <strong>of</strong> white serge, <strong>the</strong> lea<strong>the</strong>rn<br />
belt, and straight black veil, which mark t..e daughters <strong>of</strong> St.<br />
Austin.<br />
In <strong>the</strong> outer part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chapel <strong>the</strong>re hangs upon <strong>the</strong> wall a<br />
large and celebrated painting ; it is <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> " Mater Dol<strong>or</strong>osa."<br />
Bef<strong>or</strong>e <strong>the</strong> picture is kneeling a lady dressed in black, and<br />
those who are in <strong>the</strong> habit <strong>of</strong> frequenting <strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong> bear wit-<br />
ness how constantly through <strong>the</strong> Jay that same slight figure is<br />
seen kneeling <strong>the</strong>re, and t^ose eyes, which are so <strong>of</strong>ten swolleu<br />
with weeping, gaze long and loving y on <strong>the</strong> face <strong>of</strong> Her who<br />
cried, " Is <strong>the</strong>re any s<strong>or</strong>row like uuto my s<strong>or</strong>row ? " And tijo e<br />
who knew Constance said afterwards that she told <strong>the</strong>m she<br />
could think only <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> those seven s<strong>or</strong>rows which grieved<br />
<strong>the</strong> heart <strong>of</strong> Mary, and it was <strong>the</strong> three days'<br />
loss, when His mo<strong>the</strong>r "sought Him s<strong>or</strong>rowing." But<br />
on this day, while Constance knelt abs<strong>or</strong>bed in prayer,<br />
a side do<strong>or</strong> opened, and a nun entered, and beneath <strong>the</strong> habit<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Religious might be recognized t e sweet feaiures <strong>of</strong><br />
Rose F<strong>or</strong>d. She bent f<strong>or</strong> a few moments in earnest prayer ;<br />
<strong>the</strong>n approaching Constance, beckoned her from <strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong>.<br />
When <strong>the</strong>y were outside, she<br />
" "<br />
said, <strong>The</strong>re is a change and<br />
;<br />
without ano<strong>the</strong>r w<strong>or</strong>d <strong>the</strong>y hastened to a large room in <strong>the</strong><br />
hospital, in which Isabel was lying. F<strong>or</strong> ten years had she<br />
lingered in darkness <strong>of</strong> mind, and, until <strong>the</strong> last few weeks, in<br />
<strong>the</strong> same state in which she had left England. She had not<br />
even missed Rachel, who, a few months after <strong>the</strong>ir arrival,<br />
died, literally <strong>of</strong> exhaustion and s<strong>or</strong>row, blessing God that He<br />
had Brought her to die within <strong>the</strong> shadow <strong>of</strong> His huuse, and<br />
with <strong>the</strong> strength <strong>of</strong> His sacraments, and pray ug with her last<br />
breath f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> child <strong>of</strong> her love and devotion.<br />
Beside Rachel's grave <strong>the</strong>re was ano<strong>the</strong>r, unmarked, save by<br />
a little cross ; and <strong>the</strong> good nuns <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> convent <strong>of</strong>ten prayed<br />
beside it, and mingled tears with <strong>the</strong>ir p ayers, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong>y wild<br />
that though she who rested <strong>the</strong>re had been unable to sprak<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir language, <strong>the</strong>y knew assuredly her fervent penance had<br />
won fav<strong>or</strong> with God, and if <strong>the</strong>y prayed f<strong>or</strong> her acc<strong>or</strong>ding to<br />
her last earnest message to <strong>the</strong>m, she would plead f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong>m<br />
bef<strong>or</strong>e God's face.<br />
Sh<strong>or</strong>tly after Rachel's death, Rose entered <strong>the</strong> convent, and<br />
received <strong>the</strong> habit <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>or</strong>der, and in due time wai<br />
She was, however, constantly sent, as well as o<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Religious, to assist Constance in <strong>the</strong> care <strong>of</strong> Lady Beauville,<br />
But latterlv Isabel's strength had suddenlv Given wav. wit out