When the son becomes as worthy as the father, I'll shake hands with him; but not till that time comes." On returning to the place she had left, her eyes met those of Bryan, and for a period that estimable and true-hearted young fellow forgot both grief and sorrow in the rush of rapturous love which poured its unalloyed sense of happiness into his heart.

Hycy, however, felt mortified, and bit his lip with vexation.

To a young man possessed of excessive vanity, the repulse was the more humiliating in proportion to its publicity.

Gerald Cavanagh was as deeply offended as Hycy, and his wife could not help exclaiming aloud, "Kathleen! what do you mane?
I declare I'm ashamed of you!" Kathleen, however, sat down beside her sister, and the matter was soon forgotten in the stir and bustle which preceded the setting out of the funeral.
This was indeed a trying and heart-rending scene.

The faithful wife, the virtuous mother, the kind friend, and the pious Christian, was now about to be removed for ever from that domestic scene which her fidelity, her virtue, her charity, and her piety, had filled with peace, and love, and happiness.