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6 TI;I:K TO Tt;<br />
f<strong>or</strong> a moment, and <strong>the</strong>n directed her course rapidly towards<br />
(tiilval Cairn. Tin- site that m/tr bears this name is but a con-<br />
fined spot, covered with stones, ferns, and .n'<strong>or</strong>sc in <strong>the</strong> midst <strong>of</strong><br />
cultivated fields, and in fact but a remnant <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> extensive<br />
which, at <strong>the</strong> time <strong>of</strong> which we write, stretched almost to<br />
:. Tin- young girl wandered across <strong>the</strong> Cairn, slop;<br />
length at a spot where, some large pieces <strong>of</strong> rock surrounded by<br />
tall ferns <strong>of</strong>fered a sheltered and secluded retreat, such as she was<br />
seeking f<strong>or</strong>. Bef<strong>or</strong>e retiring into this nook she stood f<strong>or</strong> a mo-<br />
ment contemplating <strong>the</strong> view beneath her. <strong>The</strong> rugged mo<strong>or</strong>s<br />
sloped somewhat abruptly towards <strong>the</strong> sea, which lay calmly<br />
cradled in <strong>the</strong> bay, circling with its arms <strong>the</strong> Mount, as a slgep-<br />
iug child might some fav<strong>or</strong>ite plaything. On <strong>the</strong> left rose,<br />
from among a clump <strong>of</strong> trees, <strong>the</strong> quaint old tower <strong>of</strong> Gulval<br />
<strong>church</strong>, f<strong>or</strong>ming a picturesque object in <strong>the</strong> landscape. Ca<strong>the</strong>rine<br />
could distinguish her aunt's cottage and <strong>the</strong> children playing<br />
near it, and was glad to see that <strong>the</strong>y had not followed her. She<br />
now knelt down behind <strong>the</strong> rock, her figure concealed by <strong>the</strong><br />
ferns which reared <strong>the</strong>ir graceful f<strong>or</strong>ms on all sides. Opening<br />
her prayer-book, she read <strong>the</strong> devotions f<strong>or</strong> Mass, uniting herself<br />
in spirit with those happier members <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Church who at that<br />
moment were assisting at <strong>the</strong> Holy Sacrifice. <strong>The</strong> pious child<br />
had just completed her devotions, when a sound, like a heavy<br />
sigh, uttered quite close to her, made her look round. She was<br />
not a little startled at seeing, standing behind her, an elderly<br />
and benevolent in<br />
woman. <strong>The</strong>re was something very pleasing<br />
her countenance; and her eyes were filled with tears as she gazed<br />
with intense earnestness on <strong>the</strong> innocent girl. Ca<strong>the</strong>rine rose<br />
from her knees. <strong>The</strong> woman who had quickly noticed her look<br />
<strong>of</strong> surprise, at once addressed her.<br />
'<br />
Sweet child,' she said, 'ye think it strange that I should be<br />
here watching you; but it did my heart good to see a Catholic<br />
child praying here among <strong>the</strong> ferns, in a place where least I<br />
thought to find <strong>the</strong> like." <strong>The</strong> stranger spoke with <strong>the</strong> accent<br />
<strong>of</strong> one from <strong>the</strong> south <strong>of</strong> Ireland, and it sounded sweet to Ca<strong>the</strong>rine,<br />
f<strong>or</strong> it reminded her <strong>of</strong> her own mo<strong>the</strong>r's voice.<br />
'<br />
I know<br />
you are a Catholic,' '<br />
added <strong>the</strong> woman f<strong>or</strong> here is a rosary, which<br />
must be yours; it's a handsome one too. I found it on <strong>the</strong> moss<br />
sparkling in <strong>the</strong> sun. It was lying near <strong>the</strong> heath-clump, just<br />
<strong>the</strong>re. Ah, sure I said, some Catholic has been by here ; and <strong>the</strong>n<br />
my heart beat f<strong>or</strong> joy on seeing you.'<br />
As she finished speaking she held out to Ca<strong>the</strong>rine <strong>the</strong> rosary,<br />
which had been her constant companion since she was quite a<br />
little child.<br />
'<br />
' Thank you, good friend, whoever you are,' said Ca<strong>the</strong>rine,<br />
f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> sympathy you show a po<strong>or</strong> child whom you have never<br />
bef<strong>or</strong>e seen. I need not ask you what is your religion, f<strong>or</strong> you<br />
must be a Catholic ; but I should like to know your name and<br />
where you live.'<br />
'<br />
God's blessing be upon you! She was Irish! Ah! and it is<br />
she who taught ye <strong>the</strong> true faith. Is it here she lives?' asked<br />
Widow O'Reilly. Ca<strong>the</strong>rine could not answer, but <strong>the</strong> tears fell<br />
quickly down her cheeks, which her kind friend perceiving, said<br />
s<strong>of</strong>tly:<br />
Lana-ma-chrena! (i. e. child <strong>of</strong> my heart), ye have lost her,<br />
perhaps? But weep not so. <strong>The</strong> angels have taken her soul,<br />
and <strong>the</strong> heavens are her bed. Let us sit down upon this rock,<br />
and I will just tell ye something that will please ye to hear.'<br />
So saying <strong>the</strong>y both seated <strong>the</strong>mselves, and <strong>the</strong> good woman<br />
continued:<br />
'<br />
<strong>The</strong>re are some Catholics here, and we <strong>of</strong>ten have <strong>the</strong> holy<br />
F<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong>re is a Catholic gentleman nigh here who many<br />
a time harb<strong>or</strong>s a priest, God bless him! and sends f<strong>or</strong> all <strong>the</strong><br />
people round to come to <strong>the</strong> chapel. O<strong>the</strong>r times I get <strong>the</strong><br />
neighb<strong>or</strong>s to come to me, and we say our prayers toi<br />
Whenever ye like to come, ye are \<br />
Thank you,' said Ca<strong>the</strong>rine; 'I shall lie glad to have some<br />
one <strong>of</strong> my own religion to talk to and pray with.'<br />
Where at all is it that ye live? f<strong>or</strong> 1 ne'er saw ye bef<strong>or</strong>e.'<br />
'<br />
I only came last week. I live now with my auut, Dame<br />
Barnby.'<br />
'<br />
I know her well. . My house is not very far from her's, f<strong>or</strong><br />
mine is <strong>the</strong> last -in <strong>the</strong> town, and her's is <strong>the</strong> first nut <strong>of</strong> it.'<br />
Ca<strong>the</strong>rine heard kulh calling- her; so, bidding good-m<strong>or</strong>ning to<br />
her aged friend, she run towards <strong>the</strong> cottage.<br />
'<br />
'<br />
Where have you been? inquired her cousin.<br />
Ca<strong>the</strong>rine told her <strong>of</strong> her new acquaintance, although she did<br />
not repeat <strong>the</strong> conversation <strong>the</strong>y had had.<br />
' Widow O'Reilly is very good,' said Ruth; '<br />
every one knows<br />
her and loves her; when any person in <strong>the</strong> village are ill, she will<br />
go and sec <strong>the</strong>m, and she helps those that are po<strong>or</strong>. I remember<br />
I was ill once, and she came and sat by my bedside and made me<br />
drinks from goodly herbs.'<br />
<strong>The</strong> two cousins now entered <strong>the</strong> cottage.<br />
CHAPTER IV.<br />
IT was midsummer's eve. <strong>The</strong> fiery sun <strong>of</strong> June was on its<br />
decline, a refreshing breeze blew from <strong>the</strong> ocean, <strong>the</strong> waves rippled<br />
lazily over <strong>the</strong> yellow sands; St. Michael's Mount, on <strong>the</strong><br />
western side, was ba<strong>the</strong>d in a flood <strong>of</strong> light, <strong>the</strong> broken outline<br />
<strong>of</strong> its ivy-clad sides standing sharply defined against <strong>the</strong> unclouded<br />
sky <strong>of</strong> that beautiful evening.<br />
<strong>The</strong> shadows leng<strong>the</strong>ned as <strong>the</strong> sun gradually sunk on <strong>the</strong> h<strong>or</strong>-<br />
izon, and at length was lost, leaving only a faint reflection <strong>of</strong> its<br />
gl<strong>or</strong>y in <strong>the</strong> golden clouds. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> scene became enveloped in<br />
<strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>t and pleasant glimmer <strong>of</strong> twilight; this again yielding in turn<br />
to <strong>the</strong> m<strong>or</strong>e dark shades <strong>of</strong> night, till <strong>the</strong> outline <strong>of</strong> rocks, hills,<br />
and trees grew m<strong>or</strong>e and m<strong>or</strong>e indistinct.<br />
Suddenly, and as if by magic, <strong>the</strong> whole town and neigh<strong>or</strong>hood<br />
became illuminated. From <strong>the</strong> Mount, from Marazion,<br />
from Newlyn and Mousehole shone f<strong>or</strong>th fires, whose reflec-<br />
tion in <strong>the</strong> still ocean enhanced <strong>the</strong> splend<strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> vision. In<br />
a few minutes <strong>the</strong> whole bay glowed with a girdle <strong>of</strong> flame.<br />
<strong>The</strong> inhabitants hurried through <strong>the</strong> streets, some bearing t<strong>or</strong>-<br />
ches, some singing quaint old ballads, o<strong>the</strong>rs laughing and talk-<br />
ing. <strong>The</strong> children especially seemed overjoyed, and joining<br />
hands <strong>the</strong>y commenced <strong>the</strong> game <strong>of</strong> thread-<strong>the</strong>-needle, running<br />
through <strong>the</strong> streets vociferating, 'An eye, an eye! '<br />
Ca<strong>the</strong>rine had come with her cousins to see <strong>the</strong> festivities which<br />
'<br />
My name? It is Bridget O'Reilly. I keep a shop in <strong>the</strong> town;<br />
perhaps you have noticed <strong>the</strong> sign-board with Widow O'Reilly<br />
on it. Many is <strong>the</strong> long year 1 have at Penzance always celebrated <strong>the</strong> summer solstice.<br />
While <strong>the</strong> latter joined in <strong>the</strong> sp<strong>or</strong>ts, <strong>the</strong> young girl, whom a<br />
spent here since I came<br />
m<strong>or</strong>e serious disposition and recent s<strong>or</strong>rows rendered less in-<br />
over <strong>the</strong> sea from my own dear Ireland.'<br />
clined to take part in those riotous games, stood watching with<br />
a quiet<br />
'From Ireland!' exclaimed Ca<strong>the</strong>rine. O, that was<br />
enjoyment<br />
dear<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r's country; I love <strong>the</strong> Irish. She has <strong>of</strong>ten told me<br />
about <strong>the</strong>m.'<br />
<strong>the</strong> novel and striking scene; <strong>the</strong> beautiful<br />
effect <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bright blazing fires, and <strong>the</strong> strange appearance <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> groups as <strong>the</strong>y moved about amidst <strong>the</strong> glare <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> t<strong>or</strong>ches.<br />
At length <strong>the</strong> children by <strong>the</strong>ir noisy mirth attracted her atten-<br />
tion. Suddenly, <strong>the</strong> joyous band would stop, <strong>the</strong> two lust in<br />
<strong>the</strong> string elevating <strong>the</strong>ir clasped hands and f<strong>or</strong>ming a large eye,<br />
through which all <strong>the</strong> rest must pass. As she stood watching<br />
<strong>the</strong>m, she happened to look across <strong>the</strong> street, and noticed a man<br />
standing half concealed in a small archway, who seemed desirous<br />
<strong>of</strong> avoiding observation, f<strong>or</strong> he leant close up against <strong>the</strong>,<br />
wall. His guise was that <strong>of</strong> a traveler. A person with a t<strong>or</strong>ch<br />
just <strong>the</strong>n passing threw a strong light on his features; and<br />
no sooner had <strong>the</strong>y become visible than Ca<strong>the</strong>rine recognized<br />
with astonishment <strong>the</strong> priest who had attended her dying<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r, and had so <strong>of</strong>ten visited in disguise <strong>the</strong> city <strong>of</strong> Exeter.<br />
Yes, it was Fa<strong>the</strong>r Ralph. She could not mistake those fea-<br />
tures, on which a long life <strong>of</strong> virtue and suffering had imprinted<br />
a m.ijesty, while <strong>the</strong>y still retained <strong>the</strong> energy <strong>of</strong> youth. Tins<br />
zealous priest had been educated and received Holy On I