May Brooke

cathedral was just tol

hand softly on H

Helen; it is

I shan't rise, I assure you,"

aid yesterday morning that you should rise when I do, and lo! you have slept an hour late

One as exacting as a Jew, the other obedient as a saint, and obstinate as a mule

aughing, "be brisk now, for

you going to build a h

The fire is already made in the kitchen-stov

hat is that?" asked

, I would not ask you, o

d rolls to bake, for

him I cannot tell," said May, gravely, for when occasion offered, she could so inflate and expand her little fo

s-which, unless exhumed, and exposed to sunlight and air, never develop their latent life. So with her; swathed, and wrapped, and crusted over with evil associations, artificial feelings, and the maxims of the world, the germ was hidden-buried-until the angel of repentance should reveal to her the

me near the fire, and while you warm yourself, take this coffee-mill on your knees

hands, unaccustomed to work of any kind, held it awkwardly; while May, with her hand

"I can't do it; and I've a mind to throw

, dear

companion, governess-any thing is preferable to

ffee-mill to contend with, I imagine!" said May, quietl

en, in a tone of despair, af

t it on the table, here-steady it with one hand, and tur

what now?" said

ed-that is it; now pour on a little cold water; put in this fish-sound; fill up with boiling water-there, that is enough. Now comes the third, and last stage. Set the p

l face flitting about; the bright sunshine gushing in; the warmth of the room, and the feeling that she had really done something useful, inspired her with a healthful sentiment of enjoyment which sh

m market, and we can run in and ar

and spread on the back of a chair to air; the cushioned arm-chair was wheeled into its accustomed corner; and, just as every thing was

w off your coat, sir

from his lips, which Helen thought frightful, and he handed her the basket, saying, "I can do it myself; take this to the kitchen." She dared not excuse herself, but holding it with both hands, and feeling as if

with a grim smile told her that "she had made a good beginning;" but to May, never a word was uttered. Notwithstanding which, it was very evident that a pleasant thought, by some rare chance, had taken possession of his bleak heart, like birds, which, som

irmities would not permit them to come out at an earlier hour; feeling thankful to know that He, the wonderful and humble Jesus, would be there to receive their homage, and dispense His blessings to their waiting hearts. Her old feelings would have triumphed, had she attended the earlier masses, when the artisan, the toil-worn, the laborer, with his habiliments covered with the moil and toil of earth; the tattered poor, who were ashamed to come out into the full light of day; the halt, the cripple, and the blind, led by little one

Father Fabian a moment?

confession soon; and I do not wish to know him,

on, dearest Helen!" said

she answere

I have to go a little way on business," said M

e a great many mysterious visits on h

goes to visit his treasure. Full of happy thoughts, she went on until she came to old Mabel's cottage, at the door of which stood a small, close carriage. T

tholic!" th

s," was the

peril your eternal salvat

professor, and I'm gwine to do jest what is right at the 'leventh hour. It's a 'ligion th

gnorance!" exclaimed one; "why, old au

the freezing, and fire to keep life in their bodies; and tells the poor ole nigger that God loves her soul

pe God will pity you on the score of your ign

sses, I hope he wil

ot leave them now; the papists must take care of the

'ee, m

riage, without seeing May, who had taken refuge behind the bed,

testimony for Christ al

rds her with out

in this world and the next. Them ladies, honey, is well-meaning, I reckon. They 'tended me a little while last winter, but they wa

, Aunt

that I used to do a good turn for now and then. She was dying with consumption, and she used to talk to me about the saints in glory praying for us, the blessed mother of J

ut tell me if you are satisfied that the Roman Catholic Church i

thing in here that tells me it is," said the si

to read to you so long ago. I will find it in this," said May, taking down the shattered old copy of the Scriptures from its shelf. "First of all, our Lord established his Church on earth. It was the object of his

romise never fail, hone

id the o

t to his disciples, 'and he will send you another comforter, that he may abide with you for ever-even the SPIRIT OF TRUTH;' and again he says: 'When He, the Spirit of Truth, is come, he will guide you in all

heritance! You may worrit His sheep, and steal off His stray lambs now and then, but, bless God, you'll get no furder, 'cause the

o-morrow morning, after mass, and he will come to visit and instruct you in ma

't baptize babies; and after I growed up, I didn'

tian babe. You will have a clean and beautiful banqueting room to receive the Lord Jesus when he comes to you, under the sacramental veil; and, being near the end of your pilgrimage

d crippled nigger like me?" excla

re, humble repentance, that you may make a good general confession. And here," continued May, taking off her own medal, and hanging it around Aunt Mabel's neck, "say the little prayer on this a hundred times a day, if you can

ty me, a poor sinner, who have recou

again, until you know

fast," replied the old wom

Now, can I do an

as you go 'long. I let her go out to h

er Fabian," said May, before she closed the door. And she went a