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16<br />
CHAPTER IV.<br />
Ave Mary ! night ts shielding<br />
In iiH darkut'SB earth and sea<br />
Y.'t, err vvt tci lumU>r } ll<br />
Lif t we up our souls to i<br />
'<br />
F<strong>or</strong>ehead brent and wrinkled brow,<br />
i Vole mfam-y,<br />
All are turned upon thcc now<br />
All are whisii. ring prayer to thoc I<br />
All, if not iu careless gladness.<br />
Still 'mid thought? that make it b<br />
Sweeter, far to share thy sadness,<br />
to siniJo apart from <strong>the</strong>e.<br />
Ave Mary ! uiyht is shielding<br />
In this darkness earth and sea<br />
Y.-t, < n- yet lo slumber yielding,<br />
Lift we all our souls to <strong>the</strong>e.<br />
" SING to me again, dear Grace. Never have I heard music<br />
that I loved so well since <strong>the</strong> night po<strong>or</strong> Kosalie went up to<br />
heaven."<br />
but this<br />
Agnese was seated, as usual, on her summer seat ;<br />
.10 wus not nlone. Her unknown defendress was at her<br />
side ; f<strong>or</strong> though she obstinately refused to return to Oranin<strong>or</strong>e<br />
Castlo, she <strong>of</strong>ten met <strong>the</strong> blind child upon <strong>the</strong> cliffs near<br />
to St. Bride's <strong>church</strong>yard, and <strong>the</strong>re she would sit <strong>or</strong> walk with<br />
her f<strong>or</strong> hours, and siug her hymns, tell her tales cf martyrs<br />
nnd <strong>of</strong> saints, and speak to her in tones<br />
fiweetneys that,<br />
so full <strong>of</strong> love and<br />
in her own despite, <strong>the</strong> latter was f<strong>or</strong>ced to<br />
IB <strong>the</strong> nameless Grace had become dearer to her than any<br />
one ou earth besides dearer than Lady Oranm<strong>or</strong>e than Francesco<br />
<strong>or</strong> even, she hardly dared (it seemed so like ingratitude)<br />
to say it, than po<strong>or</strong> old Benita, <strong>the</strong> voluntary protectress <strong>of</strong> her<br />
f<strong>or</strong>sukeu infancy.<br />
" No ;<br />
GRACE'S SONG.<br />
O Eri, my country, beloved <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sea,<br />
Which clasps not au island m<strong>or</strong>e beauteous than <strong>the</strong>o !<br />
Shall I tell <strong>of</strong> thy gl<strong>or</strong>ies, <strong>or</strong> weep f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> day<br />
"When, like enow in <strong>the</strong> sunshine <strong>the</strong>y melted away 1<br />
Or say, shall I sing <strong>of</strong> thy joy, when that sea<br />
Uure a saviour, a saint and auostle to <strong>the</strong>e > ;<br />
And, sole amid. nations, thou beautiful isle !<br />
<strong>The</strong> cross that he preached was received with a smile;<br />
Yes ! hallowed f<strong>or</strong>ever thrice hallowed <strong>the</strong> spot<br />
Where <strong>the</strong> blood <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> martyr besprinkled it not ;<br />
And religion was seen, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> first time below,<br />
Not a stain on her garments <strong>or</strong> shade on her brow.<br />
I cannot sing that; and it is not true now," said Grace,<br />
" Woe is me ! <strong>the</strong> cross has<br />
suddenly breaking <strong>of</strong>f her song.<br />
been well divnched iu blood since <strong>the</strong> day when St. Patrick<br />
b<strong>or</strong>e it in peaceful triumph through <strong>the</strong> land. Well, well ! it<br />
it; not we who hnve shed it and it is better to be <strong>the</strong> children<br />
;<br />
ol' i:rsecutiou than its parent."<br />
"Dearest Grace, how strange you are !<br />
"<br />
One while so gentle<br />
and so sad and <strong>the</strong>n so so<br />
"<br />
So fiery and so passionate is it so, my little sister?"<br />
F<strong>or</strong> by this affectionate appellation <strong>the</strong> Irish girl had, early<br />
in <strong>the</strong>ir acquaintance, learned to address Agnese.<br />
"No! no! not quite that. But still you are a mystery ;<br />
even Lady Oraum<strong>or</strong>e says she cannot understand you."<br />
" Lady Oranm<strong>or</strong>e !<br />
what does she know <strong>of</strong> me ? "<br />
" Nothing; but she would give a pood deal to know some-<br />
thing. She says you have interested her ttrangely."<br />
" And what says our little sister?" said Grace, playfully,<br />
and yet with a shade <strong>of</strong> anxiety in her manner.<br />
" What can she say but that she loves you dearly, f<strong>or</strong> your<br />
own sake and f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> sake <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sweet hymns you stag; but<br />
.than herself grown<br />
calm in <strong>the</strong> endurance <strong>of</strong> her s<strong>or</strong>row.<br />
" 1 wish, <strong>the</strong>n, I was blind," said her companion, qui<br />
" f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong>n, perhaps, I should bo patient also."<br />
"<strong>The</strong>re is a bliudness f<strong>or</strong> you also, Grace. If you choose to<br />
i close your eyes to yourself; open <strong>the</strong>m to Jesus.<br />
Id<br />
osvu."<br />
His sufferings if you will, but blind yourself to your<br />
" And that is what I am trying to do; but <strong>the</strong>n, see you,<br />
1<br />
lit! I, sister, I am like a child playing at blind-man's-buff; I<br />
blind my eyes willingly, vet I cannot help sometimes taking a<br />
peep from under <strong>the</strong> bandage."<br />
" But surely it is sweet to suffer f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> sake <strong>of</strong> Jesus? "<br />
"<br />
Yes, dear Agnese, in one's own person, very sweet to<br />
suffer," said Grace, eagerly, and <strong>the</strong>re was no touch <strong>of</strong> human<br />
pride in <strong>the</strong> l<strong>of</strong>ty enthusiasm <strong>of</strong> her look and<br />
"<br />
tone. V> iy<br />
sweet it is to say, and feel, I might be rich, and I am po<strong>or</strong>; I<br />
might move among <strong>the</strong> l<strong>of</strong>ty <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> laud,<br />
and lo !<br />
I am a.<br />
gar, an outcast, a wanderer ou its surface. My God," she<br />
added, rising from her seat, and looking like a beautiful inspiration,<br />
as she cast her eyes upward, and proceeded: '"It is<br />
sweet to suffer thus f<strong>or</strong> <strong>The</strong>e; to suftvr in oneself, and by oneself;<br />
but it is hard to endure it in those we love better than<br />
ourselves harder still to look upon <strong>the</strong> man who did it, and<br />
not feel all one's human nature up in arms against him."<br />
"And against yourself," suggested, Agnese, gently.<br />
"And that is very true, my sweet Agnese. I feel my auger<br />
does deeper injury to myself than to my human foe."<br />
" F<strong>or</strong>give him, dearest Grace ; perhaps <strong>of</strong> him also Jesus<br />
would have said, '<br />
' "<br />
he knows not what he does.<br />
F<strong>or</strong> a moment <strong>the</strong> young girl looked as if she thought her<br />
foeman knew very well indeed what he was about ; but she<br />
tried to shake <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> feeling and <strong>the</strong> look, and <strong>the</strong>n she said,<br />
with all <strong>the</strong> truth <strong>of</strong> her generous heart :<br />
" From my very soul I do f<strong>or</strong>give him, and raoining and<br />
evening I pray f<strong>or</strong> him; and not f<strong>or</strong> him alone, but f<strong>or</strong> all (and<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir name is legion) who have done us wrong."<br />
"You pray ah! dearest Grae?, where do you pray?<br />
How <strong>of</strong>ten have I asked iu vain this question, and yet Lady<br />
Oraum<strong>or</strong>e says <strong>the</strong>re is no law now against <strong>the</strong> free exercise <strong>of</strong><br />
religion. "<br />
" No, Agnese, but <strong>the</strong>re is one against large assemblies <strong>of</strong><br />
people. You know rebellion is rife through <strong>the</strong> land, and our<br />
doughty militia-men are not always so discriminating as to<br />
make it certain <strong>the</strong>y would not mistake f<strong>or</strong> a political meeting,<br />
one solely intended f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> purpose <strong>of</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ship. "<br />
" But surely not, if it were held in a <strong>church</strong>."<br />
"Church! <strong>church</strong>!" repeated Grace, impatiently; "I tell<br />
you we have not a <strong>church</strong> left standing wiihiu twenty miles;<br />
and when we do meet to pray, it must be by <strong>the</strong> hillside, <strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
seash<strong>or</strong>e, <strong>or</strong> in <strong>the</strong> fields, <strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> caverns <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> islands. Church!<br />
chufch ! Come with ine, and I will show you how, iu <strong>the</strong> be-<br />
ginning, <strong>the</strong>y treated such <strong>of</strong> our <strong>church</strong>es, as <strong>the</strong>y thought it<br />
not w<strong>or</strong>th <strong>the</strong>ir while to steal; and <strong>the</strong>n, little sister mine, you<br />
will no longer wonder if a <strong>church</strong> has become a kind <strong>of</strong><br />
religious luxury, to which in this part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> island we are as<br />
yet almost strangers."<br />
She took Agnese's hand and led her by a rooky path up to<br />
a ruin, perched picturesquely enough on <strong>the</strong> very brow <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
hill.<br />
"See here, Agnese ; but I f<strong>or</strong>get, you cannot see. Well,<br />
<strong>the</strong>se ruined, blackened walls around us were once a <strong>church</strong>."<br />
" A <strong>church</strong> a real, real <strong>church</strong> !" cried Aguese, with a look<br />
<strong>of</strong> most joyful surpris .<br />
jno.,t <strong>of</strong> all f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> sake <strong>of</strong> Him whom you know and w<strong>or</strong>ship<br />
au she does herself."<br />
"No; not quite as you do, dear Agnese; f<strong>or</strong> you w<strong>or</strong>ship<br />
i spirit <strong>of</strong> meekness, while I bring Him but a<br />
nnd angry heart, which, God help me ! I <strong>of</strong>ten find it<br />
ilt to subdue."<br />
" But no one has done me any wrong, and so I have nothing<br />
"A real <strong>church</strong>," repeated Grace; "and you may kiss <strong>the</strong><br />
ground, Aguese,<br />
to Bnbilii' ; rnd, <strong>the</strong>n, <strong>the</strong>y say <strong>the</strong> blind are always patient."<br />
And as ever happened when she alluded t> her blindness,<br />
tin: voice 1,1 ;<br />
A.L'i<br />
full <strong>of</strong> plaintive melody, you<br />
felt us if her soul waa vuthcr steeped in huavenly sweetness,<br />
f<strong>or</strong> once it was steeped iu <strong>the</strong> blood <strong>of</strong> martyrs.<br />
A hundred years ago, <strong>or</strong> m<strong>or</strong>e," she continued, "and<br />
this was a stately building. Nei<strong>the</strong>r art n<strong>or</strong> lab<strong>or</strong> had been<br />
spared in its erection. Perhaps like <strong>the</strong> Israelites <strong>of</strong> old, men<br />
: ml talents women, <strong>the</strong>ir <strong>or</strong>naments <strong>of</strong> gold<br />
said silver, <strong>the</strong>ir bracelets, <strong>the</strong>ir costly stuffs, purple and lino<br />
! ir <strong>the</strong> enrichment <strong>of</strong> a temple to <strong>the</strong> living God. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
built it f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong>mselves, and by <strong>the</strong>mselves and ; so, good, easy<br />
folk, <strong>the</strong>y thought <strong>the</strong>y hud a right to w<strong>or</strong>ship in it as <strong>the</strong>y