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And you'll ho r His holy will, mo<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
<strong>The</strong> pool- woman miulo no ; reply at that trying moment her<br />
c ix failed her nhe could ; only press her son iu her arms,<br />
weeping bitterly. She sat riear <strong>the</strong> bed, still holding his hand,<br />
and placing her pale face on his breast, with au expression <strong>of</strong><br />
affection and grief impossible to describe.<br />
"And you, too, my dear fa<strong>the</strong>r. Thanks, thanks, f<strong>or</strong> not<br />
wishing your child should die alone !"<br />
<strong>The</strong> unhappy M<strong>or</strong>reu, to whom <strong>the</strong>se w<strong>or</strong>ds <strong>of</strong> gratitude<br />
were addressed, kept standing next <strong>the</strong> bed, with folded arms,<br />
sombre and motionless. Ho could not account f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> conflicting<br />
sentiments and<br />
moved his soul.<br />
powerful emotions that at that moment<br />
Throughout <strong>the</strong> entire journey he had unceasingly fought<br />
against <strong>the</strong> divine inspirations, against <strong>the</strong> grace that was<br />
sometimes beginning to touch him. At first he bitterly<br />
reproached himself f<strong>or</strong> having allowed Vict<strong>or</strong> to accomplish<br />
unrestrainedly his depl<strong>or</strong>able resolution -f<strong>or</strong> having, in some<br />
s<strong>or</strong>t, sent him to perish in a f<strong>or</strong>eign land. But, at that supreme<br />
moment, his paternal affection was stronger than his<br />
ranc<strong>or</strong> and resentment.<br />
" O Vict<strong>or</strong>, my po<strong>or</strong> child !" he cried, shedding a t<strong>or</strong>rent <strong>of</strong><br />
tears,<br />
' '<br />
can I reproach you, when I find you wounded and dy-<br />
ing on your bed <strong>of</strong> pain ? . . Oh ! no, no," he continued,<br />
casting himself iuto <strong>the</strong> arms <strong>of</strong> his son, " I'll not infuse gall<br />
and bitterness into your last moments. . . . Only, you<br />
may be sure, I'll not be long after . . . you. What conso-<br />
lation, what joy, can remain to me $hen you<br />
are taken from<br />
me!"<br />
" God will remain to you !" said '.he young man in a grave, solemn<br />
voice, as if inspired, " God, <strong>the</strong> great Consoler, <strong>the</strong> hope <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> despondent and <strong>the</strong> strength <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> weak God, who never<br />
abandons those who confide in His . . . goodness. O fath-<br />
er, fa<strong>the</strong>r, if you only knew how sh<strong>or</strong>t and light will be <strong>the</strong><br />
separation which is only <strong>the</strong> pledge, <strong>the</strong> promise <strong>of</strong><br />
union ! O dear fa<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
future re-<br />
will you not turn to God ?"<br />
<strong>The</strong> philosophe moved, but not convinced, kept a pr<strong>of</strong>ound<br />
silence.<br />
"Fa<strong>the</strong>r, will you let your sou die in <strong>the</strong> dread and s<strong>or</strong>row<br />
<strong>of</strong> an eternal separation ?"<br />
"But you will not die, my son," interposed <strong>the</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
"<strong>The</strong> L<strong>or</strong>d has always miraculously preserved you until now.<br />
He will grant this fav<strong>or</strong> to our "<br />
prayers and tears.<br />
"<br />
My dear mo<strong>the</strong>r," Vict<strong>or</strong> calmly replied, " do not let your-<br />
self be deluded by <strong>the</strong> illusions <strong>of</strong> your love, but ra<strong>the</strong>r prepare<br />
f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> accomplishment <strong>of</strong> that Divine will which I am<br />
sure has led me here and has really called me. And <strong>the</strong>n<br />
my sacrifice, mo<strong>the</strong>r, my sacrifice !"<br />
Aud it seemed Vict<strong>or</strong> had spoken truly, f<strong>or</strong>, from that<br />
moment, a rapid and fatal change took place in his condition.<br />
<strong>The</strong> last faint ruddy hues disappeared from his hollow cheeks.<br />
First a painful oppression stopped his breathing ; <strong>the</strong>n a.rack-<br />
ing couj.>h, which, draining his last strength, terrified and sad-<br />
dened <strong>the</strong> hearts <strong>of</strong> those around him.<br />
<strong>The</strong> physician, who only came onca in <strong>the</strong> course <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> day,<br />
was immediately sent f<strong>or</strong>, and, on his arrival, shook his head<br />
mournfully when he saw <strong>the</strong> patient. However, he applied<br />
<strong>the</strong> stethoscope, and attentively examined him, while M<strong>or</strong>ren<br />
and his wife anxiously watched every movement, striving to<br />
read <strong>the</strong>ir fate iu his eyes, in <strong>the</strong> expression <strong>of</strong> his face.<br />
At length <strong>the</strong> physician drew near Stefano and <strong>the</strong> two Zou-<br />
aves.<br />
" I'm very much afraid <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> rupture <strong>of</strong> a new blood vessel,<br />
and, consequently, a new hem<strong>or</strong>rhage to-night," said he. "In<br />
my opinion <strong>the</strong>y ought not to put <strong>of</strong>f any longer<br />
<strong>the</strong> adminis-<br />
"<br />
tration <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sacraments to this po<strong>or</strong> young patient.<br />
"<br />
So, sir," said M. M<strong>or</strong>ren, addressing <strong>the</strong> physician,<br />
"you have just pronounced sentence. Acc<strong>or</strong>ding to you <strong>the</strong>re<br />
ia no o<strong>the</strong>r remedy ; all hope is <strong>the</strong>n lost ?"<br />
" Believe me, itis very painful to me to be obliged to deprive<br />
you <strong>of</strong> a last hope but I think I am ;<br />
acting honestly in telling<br />
you <strong>the</strong> whole truth. It is true, sir, your son may live some<br />
days yet, and I wouldn't have insisted so earnestly on his re-<br />
s -I' A II It I- .<br />
. sist siwrnmnuts to-day if I were not afraid that RU<br />
approaching hem<strong>or</strong>rhage might put an end to his suffering."<br />
Meanwhile tho physician's sentence had been communicated<br />
to <strong>the</strong> young patient.<br />
" I ardently desire to receive those divine helps," he said,<br />
" and I would have asked f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong>m myself long since if I were<br />
not animated with <strong>the</strong> secret hope <strong>of</strong> again seeing my dear parents.<br />
"<br />
<strong>The</strong>n Stefano went f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> priest, while Nnnziata, with <strong>the</strong><br />
help <strong>of</strong> Joseph and Martin, prepared everything necessary f<strong>or</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> solemn ceremony.<br />
<strong>The</strong> unhappy, dejected, and disheartened fa<strong>the</strong>r stood mute<br />
and motionless at <strong>the</strong> foot <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bed, while his wife, with<br />
maternal care, arranged <strong>the</strong> snow-white pillows and warm bedclo<strong>the</strong>s<br />
around <strong>the</strong> wasted frame <strong>of</strong> her po<strong>or</strong> child. That<br />
heroic mo<strong>the</strong>r, who seemed f<strong>or</strong> an instant ready to succumb to<br />
<strong>the</strong> dread and anguish <strong>of</strong> this approaching separation, had now<br />
recovered all her courage, calmness, and firmness. <strong>The</strong> irrevocable<br />
decree which <strong>the</strong> physician had pronounced, and<br />
which, to all appearance, should have broken her heart, seem-'<br />
ed on <strong>the</strong> contrary to have inspired her with supernatural<br />
trauquility and divine strength. She had knelt f<strong>or</strong> a moment<br />
bef<strong>or</strong>e <strong>the</strong> crucifix, impl<strong>or</strong>ing <strong>the</strong> calmness and courage neces-<br />
sary at this trying moment; she had <strong>the</strong>n seen her p<strong>or</strong>trait,<br />
placed by her son's hands at <strong>the</strong> foot <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cross, and recalled<br />
that o<strong>the</strong>r Mo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> S<strong>or</strong>rows who in <strong>the</strong> midst <strong>of</strong> her dreadful<br />
agony contemplated her Son suffering and dying f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> salvation<br />
<strong>of</strong> men. Thus, in her pr<strong>of</strong>ound grief, but calm and resigned,<br />
she had united her sacrifice to <strong>the</strong> bloody sacrifice <strong>of</strong><br />
Calvary.<br />
" Mo<strong>the</strong>r," said Vict<strong>or</strong>, in a scarcely audible voice, when she<br />
bent over him to press her lips to his f<strong>or</strong>ehead, "mo<strong>the</strong>r, are<br />
"<br />
you satisfied now with all <strong>the</strong> L<strong>or</strong>d has willed and done?<br />
" O my dear child," she "<br />
replied, why shouldn't I be satis-<br />
"<br />
fied, seeing you so happy, so resigned, so calm !<br />
"Mo<strong>the</strong>r," said he "<br />
again, do you believe we'll be heard at<br />
"<br />
last? You know well what I mean<br />
"Let us hope," she replied. "Let us always pray and<br />
hope."<br />
"O mo<strong>the</strong>r, how happy I'd be to die if that cherished hope<br />
"<br />
were at last realised !<br />
At that moment <strong>the</strong> priest entered, and, as he crossed <strong>the</strong><br />
"<br />
threshold, said: " Peace be to this house !<br />
" And to all those who inhabit it?" responded <strong>the</strong> acolyte<br />
clad iu B white tunic.<br />
All those present <strong>the</strong>n quitted <strong>the</strong> room, leaving <strong>the</strong> young<br />
invalid to confess his sins to <strong>the</strong> servant <strong>of</strong> God, and, a few<br />
mimites after, <strong>the</strong> pure and innocent soul beamed calmer and<br />
purer still, thanks to <strong>the</strong> benediction <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> minister cf <strong>the</strong><br />
L<strong>or</strong>d.<br />
<strong>The</strong> priest <strong>the</strong>n re-opened <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong>, and Vict<strong>or</strong>'s friends,<br />
silent and deeply moved, came to kneel by <strong>the</strong> bed. <strong>The</strong> unhappy<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r, fainting and almost beside himself, had dropped<br />
on his knees in <strong>the</strong> darkest comer <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> room. Not a tear<br />
came to refresh his dry eyes and burning cheeks, although he<br />
would have given all <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ld to be able to cry. Vict<strong>or</strong>'s<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r had resumed her place at <strong>the</strong> head <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bed.<br />
After a sh<strong>or</strong>t pause <strong>the</strong> priest began to recite <strong>the</strong> touching<br />
prayers <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Church. Meanwhile, Nunziata had spread over<br />
<strong>the</strong> invalid's bed a fine damask cloth <strong>of</strong> dazzling whiteness, and<br />
while <strong>the</strong> acolyte recited <strong>the</strong> Confite<strong>or</strong>, <strong>the</strong> priest prepared to<br />
administer to <strong>the</strong> young martyr <strong>the</strong> Holy Viaticum <strong>the</strong> bread<br />
<strong>of</strong> angels, <strong>the</strong> bread <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> strong, <strong>the</strong> divine nourishment.<br />
<strong>The</strong> young man's eyes suddenly beamed with joy, hapj<br />
and ecstasy when <strong>the</strong> priest presented to his gaze <strong>the</strong> divine<br />
Lamb <strong>of</strong> God, <strong>the</strong> holy Host, sacred pledge <strong>of</strong> our redemp-<br />
tion.<br />
All was over. <strong>The</strong> Divine Heart <strong>of</strong> Jesus reposed on <strong>the</strong><br />
heart <strong>of</strong> His dying servant in that moment <strong>of</strong> indescribable<br />
ecstasy and happiness. Suddenly <strong>the</strong> young martyr's brow<br />
aeemed illumined, as it were, with a dazzling aureole one had<br />
said a reflection <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> eternal beatitude crowning him one <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> elect.