shall be pure and blessed exceedingly. Among the symbols which tell us of the bright eternal city, we read the marriage of the Lamb to his holy Church, and in the message whispered to the departing soul-" The Spirit and the bride say, Come." Some far summer's eve shall a seraph voice utter its sweet summons to thee, and then-remember me.

Remember me as Jacob on his death-bed thought of the wife of his youth and early lovewhen he spake of her as if her memory had been the first, the last, almost the only earthly object of his care. He is dividing his blessings among the children of Joseph: but ere he can proceed, he gives this tribute to her who had lain in his bosom, and lived deep-deep in his heart; the mother of his youngest, and for their mother's sake, his best beloved sons, As for me, when I came from Padan, Rachel died by me in the land of Canaan, in the way, when yet there was but a little way to come unto Ephrath, and I buried her in the way of Ephrath, the same is Bethlehem, I ask no more-be such your memory of me."

To Adrian a new and brighter light broke over the tomb; he wept, but there was an inexpres

sible-an holy rapture mingling in his grief. The truth, the comfort, the harmony of that faith which was so brightly illustrated in that awful hour, wrought a solemn change in his heart. "Not almost, but altogether, may we be united in heaven, as we are now on earth, Emily;-not only in love, but in faith-in hope-in consolation." "Hush!" she replied,

this is no time to speak of creeds and Conversions-hush! and pray with me.” Adrian read such parts of the Protestant service as his wife had requested for her last hour-the Confession, sentences, and prayer after receiving the Sacrament in the Communion service, the Collect after the Absolution at the Visitation of the Sick, the Lord's Prayer, the Invocation to the Saviour, and "the prayer when there appeareth small hope of recovery." She joined in these solemnities with the sweetest tranquillity and fervor; and then, taking his hand, she added, in a clear but pensive tone, " And now be still. Now, if you should perceive the change coming, repeat the words, "We also bless thy holy name for all thy servants departing this life in thy faith and fear." Thus saying, she sunk on her pillow, and all was utter stillness. There was

only life in the eye, and that was fixed on heaven. It was the crisis-she sighed, but the sigh scarce heaved the bosom-her cheek became pale-ashy pale, and then resumed its tint of languid red: thus did the color ebb and flow for some moments; the eye closed; the pulse stopped-went on-faltered-was stillbeat a long and low vibration. She sunk into a gentle slumber. She had been prepared to fall asleep in Christ. She had bowed her lips to the cup of immortality; but it seemed as if that cup were to pass from her for a while. A favorable change descended on the pale and beautiful countenance. The fever mantled still in red flashes over the cheek and brow, but with a paler crimson. Her husband watched in prayer-in hope. He watched for the light once more beneath those veiling lids-that light which, breaking when danger is past from the eyes of those we love, is precious as morning to the stranded ship, and bright as a star on the darkness of Egypt.

CHAPTER XVI.

INNOCENT TRENTHAM fell at the battle of Kilconnel Hill, on the 26th of June; and with him expired the last hope of the insurgent cause. After his death there appeared a manifesto on the part of the Roman Catholic clergy, persuading the deluded peasantry to return to their homes.and.duty; and from the wide scattered parishes of the Forth there arose an eruption of loyal feeling, which must have been suppressed with pain during the rise and progress of the great religious convulsion. The Confessor of Rosegarland lies in the grounds of Enniscorthy. We pass over his sad distinctions as a churchman. He purchased the oblivion of silence by the courage which met a soldier's grave. The following letter, dated 182-, from Everard, was addressed to a noble Lord, by whose interest he had received a free pardon

for the part which he took in the troubles of

that period :

MY DEAR LORD,

I assure you it gives me pain to receive or answer inquiries, even from those who are dearest to my memory. You have, however, a sort of property in my life, which I intend not to dispute; and besides, I should wish you to believe, that though I have pretended little to religion, I yield to none in gratitude. I think myself acquitted of all intentions of deceiving the world. Perhaps my life has been that of an infidel; but I am no hypocrite in my professions. You must excuse me if I am short in my registry of events that have happened since we parted last. I am not fond of biography, and least of all do I dwell with pleasure on my own. I have this peculiarity in common with men who write better, and have lived better than myself. With the occur rences that took place previous to my residence in England, you are fully acquainted. As we see sometimes in the chances of this world, I, who had deserved the worst, met with a fortune to which my hopes could not have aspired had I