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"n <strong>of</strong> that God whoso path sho<br />
. Mi-th.<br />
,1 a. child <strong>of</strong> especial pi-<br />
upon gra<br />
with <strong>the</strong><br />
' th"<br />
small-<br />
nil in calling her to Himself. She had prayed lo revisit lliily ;<br />
its flowers.<br />
1<br />
S<br />
nnd thoy had brought her to die amongst<br />
moumoil f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> ilcnr familiar faces <strong>of</strong> her childhood; aud<br />
iiu\v half as n mo<strong>the</strong>r, h:df as n niirse, <strong>the</strong> kind old l.enita.<br />
T at her side, while u,it a day passed without a visit<br />
from Frane . many a sweet and loving von! from him<br />
that sacrament <strong>of</strong> love which f<strong>or</strong>med tho bouJ <strong>of</strong><br />
ning<br />
union bi-wivn tho heart <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> old man and <strong>the</strong> po<strong>or</strong> blind<br />
at m<strong>or</strong>e was wanting f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> happiness <strong>of</strong> Agnese ?<br />
one thing m<strong>or</strong>e to fill her cup to overflowing one thing<br />
would have lost<br />
ness to her lips ; and so that one thing m<strong>or</strong>e was<br />
m<strong>or</strong>e without which <strong>the</strong> contents <strong>of</strong> that cup<br />
grunted. Ho who gave to her <strong>the</strong> creatures <strong>of</strong> her love<br />
not deny Himself, whom she loved almost to <strong>the</strong><br />
:<br />
in thai "ll'ect, sho had ut'Ver interfered<br />
with '"" <strong>of</strong> Agmse. In truth, she needed<br />
all tho consolation which this thought could yield her, to<br />
to In .k Y'i.h calmness on <strong>the</strong> dying child, as<br />
she lay, day after day, on lur little couch calm, still, and<br />
.ed by<br />
r in-<br />
.ludiifcBjj <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> amuiicuicuta and distrucli" '<br />
U. To Lnily Ornrim<strong>or</strong>n'n fancy this state <strong>of</strong> compelled in-<br />
i added t" i'l<br />
reality, f<strong>or</strong> her atly with Jesu:; iu<br />
aent <strong>of</strong> His ]< Magdalen, at His very fi<br />
could hardly have felt less n< nal occupation. Such<br />
was her meditation and such her attitude at <strong>the</strong> present moment<br />
; but after she had lain a little while quite still and<br />
silent, her eyes closed, and <strong>the</strong>, bright col<strong>or</strong> coming up into<br />
s<strong>of</strong>t strains <strong>of</strong> tho hymn rose louder, she wliis-<br />
her i<br />
1 to her bister :<br />
" It is louder now, dear Grace. Look out from <strong>the</strong> balcony,<br />
and tell me ii' He is not coming this way."<br />
"<br />
No," answered<br />
"<br />
May. I see not <strong>the</strong> procession, but yet<br />
it must be coming <strong>the</strong> voices are ; distinct. <strong>The</strong>re, now, it has<br />
turned <strong>the</strong> c<strong>or</strong>ner and ; but, holy Mo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> God ! what a<br />
sight<br />
to see !<br />
" she cried, suddenly interrupting herself, and<br />
falling on her knees in <strong>the</strong> open balcony.<br />
It was, indeed, as she said, a sight to see. She was looking<br />
down upon a largo square, full <strong>of</strong> buyers, sellers, idlers, an-<br />
imals, carriages, ludicrous exhibitions and spectacles <strong>of</strong> all<br />
kinds. <strong>The</strong> Neapolitans, who almost live, in tho open air, were<br />
nil in <strong>the</strong>ir open stalls, pursuing <strong>the</strong>ir several occupations, and<br />
pus Chris 1 i. just one w; < !; bet' u > (he period <strong>of</strong> which our prei-<br />
< ent chapter v us, He Himself, in her first communion, had<br />
all. wed her, 1 v her own experience, " to tastfi and see that<br />
<strong>the</strong> L'-rd is bweet. "<br />
From that moment May Netterville fancied she could per- ing <strong>the</strong>ir fish ; housekeepers cooldug <strong>the</strong>ir dinners fish,<br />
chicken and maccaroni ; nnd all <strong>the</strong> members <strong>of</strong> this vast :<br />
knocking, hammering, shaving, weaving, and<br />
filing, planing ;<br />
water vend<strong>or</strong>s wero preparing <strong>the</strong>ir beverage fishwomon sell-<br />
;<br />
,01-e <strong>of</strong> heaven aud less <strong>of</strong> earth about her dying sister.<br />
Each day she spoke loss <strong>of</strong>ten, and every time she spoke, her<br />
voice seemed to have a greater sweetness in it. Each day she<br />
grew m<strong>or</strong>e recollected in herstlf and m<strong>or</strong>e abs<strong>or</strong>bed, <strong>or</strong> ra<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
I should say, m<strong>or</strong>o f<strong>or</strong>getful <strong>of</strong> herself, and m<strong>or</strong>e recollected<br />
d in ID in, who seemed to have, chosen not merely<br />
ibis voimg spirit, but tho very f<strong>or</strong>m in which it was enshrined,<br />
f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> especial temple <strong>of</strong> His presence. And each day something<br />
m<strong>or</strong>e <strong>of</strong> reverence seemed to mingle with May's love f<strong>or</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> dying child, said she, would sit f<strong>or</strong> hours beside her, stilling<br />
<strong>the</strong> regrets <strong>of</strong> her own loving heart, and resolutely putting<br />
back <strong>the</strong> prayer that, in spite <strong>of</strong> herself, would sometimes rise<br />
to her lips f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> averting <strong>of</strong> a fate which yet sho also felt to<br />
be less a death than a passing away from one life to ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
from <strong>the</strong> life <strong>of</strong> loving expectation to that <strong>of</strong> certain and inlYuiti'.u.<br />
<strong>The</strong>se thoughts were in her mind just now, as,<br />
with a half-finished wreath <strong>of</strong> white roses in her hands, she<br />
sat wait ug <strong>the</strong> arrival <strong>of</strong> Francesco, who had promised to<br />
come and carry Agneso to Lady Or.iiim re's carriage. It was<br />
<strong>the</strong> first time she had been in tho open air sine.) she made lur<br />
first communion, and, indet d, it was only by reiterated entreaties<br />
she had won <strong>the</strong> unwilling consent <strong>of</strong> Ler grandmo<strong>the</strong>r to<br />
sembly<br />
benediction in <strong>the</strong> Church <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
were screaming at <strong>the</strong> very top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir voices when<br />
<strong>the</strong> procession <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Blessed Sacrament entered <strong>the</strong> square.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n, as if by magic, every voice wag mute, every hat was<br />
d<strong>of</strong>fed, every craft abandoned. <strong>The</strong> fishwomen ceased to sell,<br />
<strong>the</strong> housekeeper to cook, <strong>the</strong> showman to display his wares,<br />
<strong>the</strong> jester even to crack his jokes and ; every creature <strong>of</strong> those<br />
busy thousands was on his knees, awed into silence and <strong>the</strong><br />
hush <strong>of</strong> prayer. Grace Netterville well might pronounce it "a<br />
"<br />
sight to see. See did not look round again until some few<br />
minutes after <strong>the</strong> procession had passed from beneath <strong>the</strong> balcony,<br />
and when she did so, <strong>the</strong> square had resumed its usual<br />
appearance business and folly being once m<strong>or</strong>e mingled toge<strong>the</strong>r<br />
as <strong>the</strong> <strong>or</strong>der <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> day.<br />
" In truth it is wonderful," she said, half aloud<br />
"<br />
<strong>the</strong> ; faith<br />
<strong>of</strong> this people, aud <strong>the</strong>ir devotion."<br />
" Aud which <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m will be <strong>the</strong> better f<strong>or</strong> it ?" replied Lady<br />
Oranm<strong>or</strong>e coldly, f<strong>or</strong> she sometimes sought a false peace <strong>of</strong><br />
mind in contending, against her conscience, with <strong>the</strong> religion<br />
<strong>of</strong> her<br />
"<br />
grandchildren. Which <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m will cheat <strong>the</strong> iess, <strong>or</strong><br />
gamble <strong>the</strong> less, f<strong>or</strong> all this display <strong>of</strong> devotion which seems so<br />
admirable to you ?"<br />
"Many, I should hope," said May, "But if it were only<br />
one, how <strong>of</strong>ten has Jesus preached to <strong>the</strong> crowd in Judea, and<br />
been c'.ntented by <strong>the</strong> conversion <strong>of</strong> one single individual 1<br />
Zaccheus, f<strong>or</strong> instance, <strong>the</strong> sole penitent in <strong>the</strong> crowd which<br />
left Jericho to meet Him ; Mat<strong>the</strong>w, called to His especial<br />
service from amid <strong>the</strong> multitude that yet were employed in<br />
gl<strong>or</strong>ifying God and ; Magduh-n, f<strong>or</strong> we read <strong>of</strong> none but her<br />
converted at <strong>the</strong> supper <strong>of</strong> Simeon."<br />
"<br />
It id true," ret<strong>or</strong>ted Lady Oranm<strong>or</strong>e, "only one convert is<br />
particularly mentioned in each <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>se instances, yet it does<br />
not follow that many may not have been secretly drawn towards<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir Saviour, nnd converted at <strong>the</strong> same time, i hough iu a<br />
less ostensible and singular manner."<br />
"<br />
Well," said May, " admitting it were, indeed, but one in<br />
that vast multitude below, lie who died f<strong>or</strong> each individual<br />
surely would not think <strong>the</strong> conversion <strong>of</strong> even one a useless<br />
lab<strong>or</strong>. And though it were ev. n not au entire conversion<br />
but only a crime tha less ono bargain fairly made one oath<br />
unuttered one irreverent jest unsaid ; surely He who died f<strong>or</strong><br />
every separate sin would not deem that He had been boi<br />
and though even (which seems im-<br />
through <strong>the</strong> crowd in vain ;<br />
possible) no single crime had been prevented no siui<br />
"d in his evil ways, were it but f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> comf<strong>or</strong>t <strong>of</strong> one<br />
.1 heart f<strong>or</strong> tho giving <strong>of</strong> hope to one despairing soul<br />
<strong>of</strong> all that He had<br />
f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> reminding <strong>of</strong> one in bodily suffering<br />
suffered iu <strong>the</strong> body f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong>m, sure He who passed His life iu