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me.' She believed then it was St. Paul who had said it.
“Well, let us find those words even said by St. Paul, and I will be converted."
It was a mistake. But still the fact remained so, and in her opinion.
“But how do you know it?" “ Because the Church
says “Ah! that is just as if I told you, no doctor, but my doctor, could save your life; and you ask me, how I know that, and I answer, because he says it.”
"Go! you are naughty! we must pray for you,” she cried, and went off to her work; a more useful one, I dare say, than controversy.
The heretic she left smiling soon breathed a sigh. Strange! Christians standing together on the broad platform of charity,-meeting in spirit in the illimitable circle of the love of God in CHRIST JESUS-yet separated one from the other by a seemingly impassable gulf!
English people in their simplicity call High Church people papists, or Romanists, or more politely Roman Catholics. The true Roman Catholic calls them arch-heretics ; and, with the exception of the few who walk over to their fold regards them as a thousand times worse than all other heretics.
I was amused some time since when visiting a French lady of some rank in Paris who had lately been in London. She told me, not knowing what my creed or religion was, that she had been in a
house where there was a young lady who was “pooseyeete," and that she saw her in her own room engaged in reading the Bible.
“I said to her," she went on, “My dear, is it possible that you, a young girl, are going to make your own religion out of that book ?”
“Oh!” I said, interrupting her unfortunately, without waiting to hear the young lady's answer, “ do you think then, that the pooseyeetes take their religion out of the Bible ?”
“I am sure I do not know where else they can take it from," she answered, with the least little degree of indignation.
Well, you will say I have a fatal facility in writing. Once more adieu.
In some of the curious old towns of France, there is generally to be found a quarter more especially curious than the rest; where the poor people, living in their own old ways, costumes, and even institutions, appear to be quite unaffected by all the changes that have swept over the world in general, and over their own nation more particularly. Revolutions as well as fashions seem to leave them where they were, and what their forefathers had been.
In one such nook of an old fortified French town, I once was; and the spot this portion of the inhabitants had taken for their localization was between the inner and outer walls; there they lived, forming a little nation of their own, speaking their own patois, wearing their own dress, regulated by their own notions, and having very little in common with their neighbours except their religion. The houses they inhabited were built in parallel lines, each row, instead of a name, being called by a number, which was put up on a board at the end of the row.
As I walked down this locality one bright Sunday, thinking what a curious, and far-bebind generation appeared to inhabit it, a little band of clean, fresh
looking children came capering up, who certainly appeared to have caught sight of me, and to run to meet me. I thought this was impossible, as I did not know them, and was quite a stranger; still their looks and tones proclaimed a welcome, and the joyous "Bon jour ! bon jour !” led me to think I was mistaken for a friend. When the hopping run which children use when in glee, had brought them up to me, the little girls pressed close to me, and one dear little thing especially putting her arms round me,
her forehead to be kissed. I kissed the foreheads, patted the little heads, and walked on, rather bewildered at the joy and affection I bad unexpectedly called forth; more especially since I was accompanied by a lady, a resident in the town, of whom the children took no notice.
They mistake me for some one else,” I said to this lady.
No, I do not think that,” she replied, " did you not tell me that
had been here with Sister Sand gone to the schools ?"
“ Yes; but I do not recollect these children, and they seem so loving."
“ They recollect you, however; and seeing you with the Sister makes them meet you with affection."
I assure you that little band of bright and loving children seemed to me to shed a brightness over that dark and singular locality; and I could not help
feeling a wish that such an incident—the result of a single visit to a place where few, if any, but the Sisters of Charity came-might occur to me in England also.
This carried back my mind to other days, to other persons.
What energetic admirable young women I have known in England, who would have been - who in their degree, have tried to be, all that the Sister is here! What zealous, well-meaning creatures I have known among that class from which the Sisters of France are mostly supplied, the class of the people! Women, of whom it might almost be said that their very piety had run to waste; or its efforts been expended in scattering wild seed by the wayside, because, not finding a shepherd, or the pasturage they wanted, some of them had wandered, perhaps from the followers of Wesley, to some other “ denomination," and so on, spending the time and the strength that might have been employed in working, only in hearing, in talking, in arguing, in trying to set every one right but themselves : while others whose zeal had once been equal to their's, had, after a few years of almost feverish excitement, cooled down to a very easy state of feeling; had learned to console themselves with the assertion that they had “other duties," or had begun to show the effects of either disappointment or ridicule, by becoming as worldly and careless as their friends; and still were trying to cover over, even to themselves, their life of ease and