previous to his death. it found him ready.

When this came, | severe or sparkling, in which we do not He had spoken discover the saint, the man who never wrote a single line to put forward or recommend himself.”

and written of death in a manner which showed that he had already prepared to meet this inevitable messenger.

Faber differed from Lacordaire in this: "Only serve Jesus out of love," had while the former directed the CathFather Faber said, "and while your olics of England, Lacordaire led those eyes are yet unclosed, before the white of France. Of Lacordaire, a writer in ness of death is yet settled upon your the Hibernian Magazine says: "There face, or those around you are sure that was a king in France besides Napoleon that last gentle breathing was indeed III., perhaps not so powerful in the temyour last, what an unspeakable surprise poral way, yet, it may be, superior in a will you have had at the judgment seat superior kingdom-the empire of the of your dearest Love, while the songs mind. ** * We speak of one who of heaven are breaking on your ears, and was, in our day, a prince of true elothe glory of God is dawning on your quence, whose name is beloved not only eyes, to fade away no more forever!" abroad, but cherished in his native land -a test which proves that those who had him near in view were convinced that his acts corresponded with his words. His name is Henri Dominique Lacordaire, a barrister, a priest, and chief of the Dominican order in France. Dear he is to Christendom, but especially dear to France and to Ireland; for, when our last great tribune, O'Connell, broken-hearted through seeing the misery of his people famishing with a famine which he could not alleviate, and which was rejoiced in by those who couldwhen he died in a foreign land, who, beneath the lofty arches of Notre Dame, pronounced a deathless eulogy upon his

Such, we believe, was the happy end of Father Faber. When earth ceased to be his abode, and eternity dawned upon him, his spirit fled to the land of those who, during life, have been "All for Jesus."

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We think that from what we have written, many points of resemblance will be discovered between Lacordaire and Faber. They were both called to a special mission, which they faithfully carried out. What Lacordaire was to the Catholics of France, Faber was to the English speaking Catholics of the world. Lacordaire's eloquence, like a torrent, bore down all opposition, and created holy enthusiasm. From Faber's deathless name? None could have been pen, as from a never-failing source, poured those magnificent thoughts, those grand conceptions which have rendered his works an indispensable portion of our Lacordaire and Faber were equally English religious literature. Both were opposed to placing Catholicity under equally void of self esteem or conceit. false colors, that it might be more acceptLacordaire, shortly before dying, men- able to the worldly minded. We have tioned to a friend: "It may be that some already demonstrated this in Lacordaire's strain of self-love has insinuated itself case, and Father Faber shows it quite among my actions, but it is unknown to clearly, when he states that "Truth is Of Faber a venerable not ours to bate and pare down. Truth writer has declared: "There is not a is God's; it has God's majesty inhere t page of Father Faber, whether it be within it, and it will convert the souls of

me."

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chosen more suitable to the duty than he who so lovingly performed it the great Dominican."

men even when it seems rudest and most -repelling."

Compare this with what Faber says: "I should not be bound to die, to seal with my blood my conviction of my mother's honor; but I should be a wretch if I shrunk from dying for the lawful honor of the Holy See."

These two great men were sincerely devoted to the Holy Father, and to everything connected with the temporal well-being of the successor of Peter. In apostrophizing the Eternal City, Lacordaire exclaims: "O Rome! God knows I misunderstood thee not; for, not meeting at thy gates abased sovereigns, I saluted thy dust with ineffable joy and respect; thou didst appear to me as thou truly art-the benefactress of mankind in the past, the hope of its future, the sole great thing alive to-day in Europe, captive of a universal jealousy-queen tears of his flock." of the world."

As the lives of Faber and Lacordaire had been, so were their last moments; and, if the peasant woman who shed tears over the grave of Lacordaire, sobbed out: "We had a king, but we have lost him," equally did the Catholic world exclaim, on hearing of the death of Faber: "He was a great priest, *** and he died as a priest should die, amid the prayers and

THE TURTLE DOVES: A SKETCH.

BY E. I. 8.

It is an old saying which I shall here money, and when he has succeeded, he repeat, and which will be repeated as too often forgets what he wanted it for. often as men sum up the amount of He needed a little earth to stop the rut their knowledge: "Man never finds his in the road and let him drive past, and happiness here below." Yet I often he worked and worked until he built a think there are vast, if not satisfying, hill a thousand times more formidable sources of happiness within our reach. than the first difficulty. He could see True it is we must earn our bread by the way before him when he began, and the sweat of our brow, but having a few borrowed planks would have earned it, we may enjoy it. We all sufficed to let him go past, now he needs picture Abel's life as one of simple happiness, and still strive not to follow it. Some say that all men are engaged in the pursuit of happiness, but as well might they say that all whom the ignis fatuus allures, are following the sun.

all sorts of help, and cannot see at all where he is going. to. Though most men are mistaken themselves, they see the emptiness of the bubbles their neighbors are trying to catch, and each one's folly is the laugh of the rest. Take one So narrow are our views of happiness of the common run of men from each of that we act as if we should certainly twenty different countries, and let each secure it by the removal of the one pain by himself be brought forward for the which afflicts us just now, and to get examination of the others, and everyout of the pan we jump into the fire. thing about him, from his hat to his The temporary want of a dollar, is some- boots, from his blush to his bow, will times sufficient to make a mañ devote meet their ridicule. So it is we laugh life, health, mind and soul, to amassing at folly, although we are fools. This

very habit of seeking our amusement in | venerable old man, there was a lady others' mistakes is one great bar to hap- leaning on his arm. Both were known piness. A sarcastic laugh at innocence to me by sight. I had seen them at is far more ennuyant than a good-na tured smile.

mass every day for about a week, and their absorbed devotion was striking In sympathy and friendship there even in a congregation noted for piety. is much happiness, and though few I snatched up my cap and was hurrying seek it many know of it. The love past them, when the old gentleman said of old friends is a sight to move any to me: "Plenty of time, sir, the bell I remember two old friends in has only just begun to ring."

days long gone, who cast a sort of sanc- "Oh! I know that sir," I replied; tity around them everywhere they went."but I'm so often late that I get into And while as school-boys we could the habit of running."

not help giving them a nick-name, we were always reverently hushed when the whisper passed along: "Here come the 'Turtle Doves.""

"I suppose you're like our Edmund," said Mrs. Leslie. "He never liked getting up in the morning."

I confessed my fault, but felt no very great uneasiness about it, as having her Edmund's faults, evidently raised me in the good lady's opinion.

"Edmund was a good boy," she said; "I hope you'll be as good."

We had now entered the court-yard of the church, and our conversation ended. In a short time afterward we became quite familiar, and many of my evenings were spent playing chess with the captain, or listening to his wife's stories of her departed friends. She kept a little urn-shaped box for their memorial-cards, and these she would bring out and weep over, telling many a sad and many a pleasant story of their life. In this way I learned the family history.

I was about fourteen years of age, when I first became acquainted with Captain and Mrs Leslie. They seemed to be of one age. Of what age, I could not then say, but they were the oldest couple of my acquaintance, and to tell when they were born, would have been as hard to me as for a geologist to tell in what age a piece of petrified mince pie was formed. At this time I used to serve mass every morning, and as I lay a-bed generally until the last moment, it was a constant source of anxiety to my mother to see me off in time. Her last passionate appeal would come as I was lacing my boots "Now, Edward, you've only a minute more, the old gentleman has just gone by with his stick." At the beginning of the century, Ours was such a quiet neighborhood Walter Leslie's father was the leading and there was so little unnecessary noise shop-keeper in St. Mary Cray. His that if we heard any sound repeated nearest neighbor was a Dr. Hamilton, daily for a few times, we looked forward whose only daughter, Isabella, and to its constant recurrence, and our Walter, an only son, naturally became clocks were less depended on than these playmates. As years rolled on, the familiar sounds. So before the old peo- children felt all the attachment of ple were long in the street, we knew the brother and sister, but the course sound of the captain's stick very well. of true love never did run smooth. One morning, being earlier dressed than In the present case the doctor deterusual, I waited at the window for him mined that it should not. So he to come. Then I found that beside a sent the girl to school in London, where

she was kept for years until she appear- girls are setting their caps at me. Lock!” ed proficient in all the airs of a young and the young scamp would fix his eyes lady and there seemed no fear of her on one girl until she bent hers, then to throwing herself away upon a trades- the next, and so on, till every girl in man's son. Thus he flattered himself sight was looking confused. "Shame !" that, without saying a word to any one, he had nipped the bud of their growing love, and saved a dreadful catastrophe. His spinster sister would be vigilant enough to make all safe in future.

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Walter once said to him; "why don't you say your prayers?" But Smith's ready answer stopped all remonstrance. "Prayers!" he said. "What do you think the parson is paid for ?" The same Walter was now nineteen years old, want of reverence was visible in his conbut still attending the free grammar- duct at all times. One day, being with school of the town, of which establish- Isabella at a cricket-match, and seeing ment he was considered the best scholar. that Walter was in a sentimental mood, The professors were looking forward to he made up his mind to have some fun the next Oxford examination to see him out of him. Presently the ball came win a scholarship at least. One idea filled flying past them, in a direction where his mind, that Isabella must there was no field hand, and going entirehis wife, but like most young Eng-ly out of the lines. Walter seemed lishmen in his circumstances, he was anxious to run after it, and to improve painfully alive to the distinctions of the occasion, Smith offered to bet that class. There was only one thing to do, he could not bring the ball back within to make himself a gentleman by enter- two minutes. "Done, for a crown," ing a profession; a determination which cried Walter, and off he sped with the accounted for his success at school. For swiftness of a dart. "Now let us go and all that he succeeded so well with his hide," said Smith, and was soon lost with books, his manners were totally neglected, his companion in the crowd of spectators and though he could compose Latin odes watching the rueful visage of his victim, and orations, which old boys declared who would have lost a thousand bets raperfect, he was utterly at a loss to make ther than throw away the chance of spenda civil speech in English. Besides, his ing an hour in his mistress' company. appearance was decidedly rustic. At his first interview with Isabella, who was now a beauty, he was simply bewildered, and if she had not come to his relief, he would surely have taken flight without speaking a word.

Isabella, the cynosure of the district, and prospective owner of a fortune, had no lack of admirers. Foxcroft Smith was, in his own estimation, the most eligible of them, and the only competitor he dreaded was his friend Leslie. Him he thought he could drive away, by boldly declaring that Isabella was engaged to him. The plot succeeded. Simple-minded Walter, stunned at the news, did not doubt it. "All that I hoped for,

But if Walter was ignorant of how to pay attention to Miss Hamilton, many swains in the vicinity were both able and willing. One of them, Foxcroft Smith, was the best dressed and most conceited man of the place. At church, on Sunday, all that I worked for is lost," he exhe would gracefully lean against a pillar cliamed, and hurried away. Next day at the end of his pew, and stare all the he called at Doctor Hamilton's, to take girls out of countenance. "Look here, a parting farewell ere leaving St. Mary Leslie," he'd say sometimes, "all those Cray. Isabella came out smiling.

"Why, Mr. Leslie, what's the matter? declared they knew how it would be as You seem unwell !" soon as he came back. One son was the result of their union, who only lived long enough to give hope and promise of being a fine man. After his death they "Why! where are you going to? | looked to religion more than before, for When are you coming back?" consolation, and found in it a calm and

"There's nothing the matter. Thank you. I—I—I'm very well. I came to say good-bye."

"Ah, Miss Hamilton, I'm going for- peaceful joy. They always spent the

ever. You'll never see me again."

Here his tears overpowered him, and he left quickly without more explanation.

Months passed, and no news from Walter. His father looked sad, but said noth ing. Smith, not finding his chances of suc. cess much enhanced by having the field all to himself ' -preful, and gave out the use of Walter's flight. It was a silly spite, however, as it only excited sympathy for the missing man, and so much contempt for his rival as made him afraid to appear again in the town. As for the lady who was the innocent cause of the trouble, she became very reserved in manner, and to this fact it is probably due that she was still a spinster when the truant student returned.

greater part of their time in acts of mercy, giving comfort wherever they went, while their devotion to each other was the talk of all who knew them, and procured them the name of Turtle Doves. At the time when so many pious members of the Established Church left that body, Mr. and Mrs. Leslie became converts to our faith, and marked the change by an increased piety. The manner of their death accorded well with their faithful lives. A severe winter rendered the captain an invalid, and his wife nursed him so incessantly, that she was forced to succumb from exhaustion. Both then seemed in so precarious a state, that they were anointed for death, and a few minutes after the departure of the priest Mrs. Leslie seemed insensible. On a summer evening, about six years The doctor who was watching her said after these events, the mail coach bound to me: "Poor thing. After all the care for London dropped a passenger at St. she has taken of him, to think that she Mary Cray, and in a few minutes the has gone before him. However, he will rumor spread that Walter had returned. not last long." She heard this and rallied. It was indeed he. During the time of Raising her head, she asked whether her his absence, serving with the English husband were dying, and gave some army on the Continent, he received vari-directions about making him comfortable. ous promotions for bravery and good But by this time he was too far gone to conduct, and from private, had risen to notice anything, and in less than an captain. Some wounds received in bat- hour he breathed his last. Later in the tle rendered it necessary for him to seek day his wife spoke of bis funeral, and his native air, and he went back expect said they should not bury him before she ing to see his old love a matronly house- died. Immediately afterward she grew keeper. His disappointment, however, worse, and before night her spirit had

was easily borne, and when Isabella fled to his.

became Mrs. Leslie, all St. Mary Cray