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vamblfa on tbo cliff*. One f'" C wvcr, not<br />
quite BO ign<strong>or</strong>ant oi' Aguese's sher<br />
arid around her, even -\vhcn <strong>the</strong> child alone;<br />
mill sometimes a light step iu tin' grass, <strong>or</strong> u nigh, <strong>or</strong> a loin;<br />
drawn breath, almost betrayed <strong>the</strong> presence <strong>of</strong> this invisible<br />
guardian. This had occurri'd HO frequently <strong>of</strong> l.ito, that by<br />
with her<br />
Ill-J:\li ,U,'.v/.;,s7,'<br />
degrees a kind <strong>of</strong> mysterious awe began t mingle<br />
musings ; ^hc never felt as if she was quite alone. It was always<br />
as though a spirit were lingering near ; and one evening<br />
(it surely could uot have been her fancy; she even imagined u<br />
sweet low voice; pronounced hur naui. 1<br />
:<br />
'<br />
Aguese !"<br />
:<br />
Trernblhig violently, she stai r feet, but no answer<br />
was returned to her eager questions, only she thought she<br />
heard a. Deeper sigh, and <strong>the</strong>n a receding footstep, and <strong>the</strong>n<br />
nil was once m<strong>or</strong>e silent as <strong>the</strong> grave. Aguese sat down again,<br />
f<strong>or</strong> she felt she could not stand, and her heart throbbed so<br />
wildly that bhe almost fancied she could hear it beating ; a<br />
few minutes afterwards she was once m<strong>or</strong>e startled by <strong>the</strong><br />
sound <strong>of</strong> her own name, but this time it was Lady Oraum<strong>or</strong>e,<br />
olic is made equally at home hi <strong>the</strong> observances <strong>of</strong> his religion,<br />
whe<strong>the</strong>r he attends <strong>the</strong>m in <strong>the</strong> wigwam <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> savage Indian<br />
<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> ca<strong>the</strong>dral <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> civilized European. It waa not <strong>the</strong><br />
turning-point at which <strong>the</strong> happiness <strong>or</strong> misery <strong>of</strong> an eternity<br />
is decided.<br />
" What will Lady Oranm<strong>or</strong>e say ? -what will <strong>the</strong> people<br />
think?" It was so her human nature questioned: and iu<br />
truth it required something <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> faith and courage <strong>of</strong> a m;utyr<br />
to brave <strong>the</strong> scrutiny <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> hundred eyes that would be<br />
fixed upon her if she attempted to leave <strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong>. But it<br />
must be done no Latin Mass, 110 lamp. Jesus was nei<strong>the</strong>r in<br />
<strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong> n<strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> it, and not ano<strong>the</strong>r instant might <strong>the</strong> Little<br />
Bride <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Blessed Sacrament kneel bef<strong>or</strong>e an altar wh i-e<br />
He was not. One prayer to Him one w<strong>or</strong>d to Perletta, and,<br />
bef<strong>or</strong>e Lady Oraum<strong>or</strong>e could interpose to prevent it, <strong>the</strong> pew<br />
do<strong>or</strong> was unfastened, and <strong>the</strong> long length <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong> traver:-cd<br />
with a steady heart, although it must be acknowle<br />
most uncertain footstep. Up to this point Aguese had managed<br />
to restrain herself to a walk; but no sooner had she<br />
'<br />
1 <strong>the</strong> p<strong>or</strong>tals <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> building, than, yielding to <strong>the</strong> fear <strong>of</strong><br />
; pursued, she shook <strong>the</strong> ribbon round 1'ei i'<br />
and set oil' at a rapid pace towards her Buuuuur seat upon <strong>the</strong><br />
TVi-'-, r:is(i>i'.; litr<br />
, however,<br />
in her dn .<br />
,1' th -<br />
m<strong>or</strong>ning waa<br />
no!, absent from her im:murmured<br />
half aloud: " JesuH is not here; where is He,<br />
my God, my God, where is He?" ",!<br />
said a sweet, low voice in her ear. Agn<br />
ing at first <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>.ls to lie only a p<strong>or</strong>tion <strong>of</strong> 1<br />
But now she was wide awake, and still <strong>the</strong> plaintivi<br />
'<br />
that voice was heard. "Time was that i<br />
der <strong>church</strong> was His house and home. I<br />
,<br />
<<br />
have defiled that sanctuary, and saci<br />
turned <strong>the</strong> altar, and now <strong>the</strong> thistle and wild i<br />
<strong>the</strong> fox has made f<strong>or</strong> itself a home, even her :<br />
win re 11<br />
dwelt in <strong>the</strong> very sacrament <strong>of</strong> His love f<strong>or</strong> man."<br />
" Where am I ? where am I ? " said Aguese, scare<br />
believe her own ear , and tempted to fane is again iu<br />
Italy, <strong>or</strong> dreaming <strong>of</strong> it, so familiar were <strong>the</strong> thoughts <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
invisable speaker, and so familiar <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>t Itali.n iu<br />
who came to tell her that <strong>the</strong> next day, being Sunday, she<br />
would take her if she liked, to divine service at <strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong><br />
<strong>of</strong> Oraum<strong>or</strong>e. Agnese listened, but she was not glait, and she<br />
thanked her, but it was mechanically. <strong>The</strong>re was no real joy<br />
in her w<strong>or</strong>ds and feelings. Sho did not feel sure Lady Oraum<strong>or</strong>e<br />
was a Catholic, and it was <strong>the</strong>ref<strong>or</strong>e with depressed<br />
spirits and trembling heart that she prepared <strong>the</strong> next m<strong>or</strong>ning<br />
to accompany her to <strong>church</strong>.<br />
If ever our angel-guardians give warning <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> presence <strong>of</strong><br />
r, as I devoutly believe <strong>the</strong>y <strong>of</strong>ten do, by <strong>the</strong>ir secret<br />
inspirations, to <strong>the</strong> innocently unconscious, Aguese received<br />
such a warning in <strong>the</strong> hour when she stepped over <strong>the</strong> threshold<br />
<strong>of</strong> that <strong>church</strong>. She felt as if <strong>the</strong> very air were too heavy<br />
f<strong>or</strong> her breathing. <strong>The</strong> service had commenced already, she<br />
paused f<strong>or</strong> a moment, in hopes <strong>of</strong> catching those dear, familiar<br />
sounds to which she had listened from her childhood, until it<br />
almost seemed as if she understood <strong>the</strong>m by mere f<strong>or</strong>ce <strong>of</strong> intimacy<br />
with <strong>the</strong>ir terms. Alas ! <strong>the</strong> those thoughts were uttered. "Where are y-uV"<br />
language that now met<br />
her ear was not <strong>the</strong> language <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Mass, by which <strong>the</strong> Cath-<br />
returned<br />
<strong>the</strong><br />
"<br />
voice. In <strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong>yard <strong>of</strong> lone St. Bride's on <strong>the</strong> very<br />
spot where, if tradition U 11s <strong>the</strong> truth, St. Patrick built his<br />
first altar, and said his first Mass in <strong>the</strong> land <strong>of</strong> Erin." *<br />
" <strong>The</strong>n I am close to <strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong> <strong>of</strong> Jesus, and I knew it<br />
not," said <strong>the</strong> wondering child.<br />
" To what was once <strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong> <strong>of</strong> Jesus. <strong>The</strong> <strong>church</strong> is<br />
now in ruins; and <strong>the</strong>y who have made it so have run a public<br />
road right among <strong>the</strong> tombs <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> desecrated dead. Well !<br />
well ! nature has been m<strong>or</strong>e considerate than man, as th<br />
she ever is in this land, and so shs has made <strong>the</strong> holy r<br />
place <strong>of</strong> our fa<strong>the</strong>rs beautiful in flowers, some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> paleblossoms<br />
she has garnered here even vieing, methiuks, iu<br />
beauty with <strong>the</strong> fairest that you know <strong>of</strong> in your own fair<br />
land."<br />
Aguese WP.S too much lost in astonishment to answer ; and<br />
after a moment's pause, <strong>the</strong> invisible went on :<br />
"Would that you could sea <strong>the</strong>m ! <strong>The</strong> crowds <strong>of</strong> prim<br />
<strong>the</strong> clusters <strong>of</strong> white roses ; <strong>the</strong> delicate little harebell ; <strong>the</strong><br />
wood anemone ; and that o<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>the</strong> wild s<strong>or</strong>rel <strong>the</strong> fairest<br />
flower that grows, to my mind '<br />
lady-flower,' I would name it,<br />
if I had my way; it is so fragile and so fair that it looks like to<br />
language <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Mass, and <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ds <strong>of</strong> Francesco dashed upon<br />
her mem<strong>or</strong>y.<br />
"No ! no ! not here !" she said, quick as lightning, resisting<br />
<strong>the</strong> hand which urged her into <strong>the</strong> well-cushioned pew <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> Oraum<strong>or</strong>e "<br />
family. Under <strong>the</strong> lamp ! uuiier <strong>the</strong> lamp !<br />
It is <strong>the</strong>re I ever pray <strong>the</strong> best<br />
"<br />
!" <strong>The</strong>re is no lamp here,"<br />
Mary,<br />
said Lady Oranm<strong>or</strong>e, thrown <strong>of</strong>f her guard by <strong>the</strong> suddenness <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> request, and closing <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> pew, into which she<br />
had now drawn her grand :hild almost by f<strong>or</strong>ce. Aguese heard,<br />
and f<strong>or</strong> one brief instant <strong>the</strong>re was a struggle sucu. as seldom<br />
occurs m<strong>or</strong>e than once in <strong>the</strong> life <strong>of</strong> a human being, but which,<br />
sometimes earlier, sometimes later, is almost sure, not only to<br />
come at last, but to be made, far<strong>of</strong>teuer than we imagine, <strong>the</strong><br />
and ought to be called after her. <strong>The</strong>re, I h :\<br />
some <strong>of</strong> each f<strong>or</strong> you, and <strong>the</strong>y shall be to you as a relic <strong>of</strong> this<br />
holy spot, where (so <strong>the</strong> po<strong>or</strong> people say) no w<strong>or</strong>m <strong>or</strong> <strong>or</strong><br />
thing is ever found, to detile <strong>the</strong> slumbers <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> dead below,<br />
<strong>or</strong> to mar <strong>the</strong> beauties <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> flowers above."<br />
" Come hi<strong>the</strong>r," said Aguese; " I am blind, and I camn<br />
but if you are not <strong>the</strong> guardian spirit <strong>of</strong> th< .come<br />
hi<strong>the</strong>r, and take my hand iu yours and lay my head i:pon your<br />
bosom, and speak to me <strong>of</strong> Jesus. Never have I he<br />
speak <strong>of</strong> Him as you do, since <strong>the</strong> day I left <strong>the</strong> land wk<br />
is everywhere, and everywhere people love Him."<br />
Agnese felt <strong>the</strong> unknown draw near; and <strong>the</strong> ham<br />
laid on hers was email, and s<strong>of</strong>t, and delicate, evidently <strong>the</strong><br />
hand <strong>of</strong> a girl, and a very young girl too.<br />
"<br />
Nei<strong>the</strong>r a spirit, n<strong>or</strong> yet <strong>of</strong> Italy, am I," <strong>the</strong> voice replied;<br />
"although I use its language."<br />
"Not <strong>of</strong> Italy !" said <strong>the</strong> blind<br />
know not <strong>of</strong> its <strong>church</strong>es, where<br />
child, srdly. "<strong>The</strong>n yon<br />
<strong>the</strong> lamp ever where Jesus ever dwells."<br />
burns, and<br />
"Do I not ?" said <strong>the</strong> voice, with a sudden quickness. "To<br />
:<br />
what purpose, <strong>the</strong>n, have I listened so <strong>of</strong>ten :<br />
that fair laud, and <strong>of</strong> one sweet saint who sleeps ami<br />
flowers ?"<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was something inexpressibly mournful iu its tones, as<br />
it added, alter a moment's paiiM :<br />
" My child, no blood <strong>of</strong> Italy is flowing through <strong>the</strong>se<br />
yet I have dreamed <strong>of</strong> it so <strong>of</strong>ten that it seems to me as if <strong>the</strong><br />
kingdoms <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> earth were set in array bet <strong>or</strong>e mo I could<br />
choose it out among all <strong>the</strong> rest; and oh ! believe me, i<br />
choose <strong>the</strong> fairest."<br />
"And <strong>the</strong> holiest," said Ague ,<br />
* Tradition in <strong>the</strong> u<strong>or</strong>lii