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THE INDIAN ADVOCATE 365
Shall I see that day, mamma?" "If you are very good." 'Will you, mamma, go and sleep in that garden, too?" "Yes; when God wills it?" "Well I will go there before you." "Oh, my love, do not say that!" And the devoted mother, covers the blonde curls with a shower of sweet kisses, and presses her to her heart, with tenderest affection. The grave of a mother, the smile of an infant is the sum mary of Life. The smile of an infant may indeed cause sad reflections, when one considers all the trials that await the being so deeply loved. The grave of a mother is not without consolation, when we remember the joys of heaven promised to the faithful Christian. In short, joy will be the end of all things. Joy in God, must be our conclusion, when ending our prayers for the souls departed. A true Story. The middle of the 17th Century found the Scotch Mission, and more particularly the scattered flock in the Highland Glens, almost as sheep with out a shepherd. The chieftain of the Macdonnells sent over to Ireland, to procure two priests for the superintendence of his people and of his im mediate neighbors. Two Irish priests, Mr. Francis White, a Lazarist, and Mr. Dermit Grey, came from Spain, at his pressing call. They entered on their charge in the Glengarry Estates, in 1754. Mr Grey died in the Is land of Utst, in 1656, but Mr. White labored in the Mission for a much longer time. He withdrew in 1757, but reappeared in the Highlands after five years. After a second term of two years, he again disappeared for four; but returning once more, in 1668, he remained in the Highlands till It was customary in the ilays of Religion Persecution to call the Priests "Mr" not "Father" to as to Miiclil them from detection.