The hitherto moderated grief of the wife arose to a pitch much wilder than the death of her husband could, under ordinary circ.u.mstances, occasion. To die without absolution--to pa.s.s away into eternity "unanointed, unaneled"--without being purified from the inherent stains of humanity--was to her a much deeper affliction than her final separation from him. She cried in tones of the most piercing despair, and clapped her hands, as they do who weep over the dead. Had he died in the calm confidence of having received the Viatic.u.m, or Sacrament before death, his decease would have had nothing remarkably calamitous in it, beyond usual occurrences of a similar nature. Now the grief was intensely bitter in consequence of his expected departure without the priest. His sons and daughters felt it as forcibly as his wife; their lamentations were full of the strongest and sharpest agony.
For nearly three hours did they remain in this situation; poor Lanigan sinking by degrees into that collapsed state from which there is no possibility of rallying. He was merely able to speak; and recognize his family; but every moment advanced him, with awful certainty, nearer and nearer to his end..
A great number of the neighbors were now a.s.sembled, all partic.i.p.ating in the awful feeling which predominated, and anxious to compensate by their prayers for the absence of that confidence derived by Roman Catholics during the approach of death, from the spiritual aid of the priest.
They were all at prayer; the sick-room and kitchen were crowded with his friends and acquaintances, many of whom knelt out before the door, and joined with loud voices in the Rosary which was offered up in his behalf.
In this crisis were they, when a horseman, dressed in black, approached the house. Every head was instantly turned round, with a hope that it might be the parish priest or his curate; but, alas! they were doomed to experience a fresh disappointment. The stranger, though clerical enough in his appearance, presented a countenance with which none of them was acquainted. On glancing at the group who knelt around the door, he appeared to understand the melancholy cause which brought them together.
"How is this?" he exclaimed. "Is there any one here sick or dying?"
"Poor Misther Lanigan, sir, is jist departing glory be to G.o.d! An"
what is terrible all out upon himself and family, he"s dyin" widout the priest. They"re both at Conwhirence, sir, and can"t come--Mr. Dogherty an" his curate."
"Make way!" said the stranger, throwing himself off his horse, and pa.s.sing quickly through the people. "Show me to the sick man"s room--be quick, my friends--I am a Catholic clergyman."
In a moment a pa.s.sage was cleared, and the stranger found himself beside the bed of death. Grief in the room was loud and bitter; but his presence stilled it despite of what they felt.
"My dear friends," said he, "you know there should be silence in the apartment of a dying man. For shame!--for shame! Cease this clamor, it will but distract him for whom you weep, and prevent him from composing his mind for the great trial that is before him."
"Sir," said Lanigan"s wife, seizing his hand in both hers, and looking distractedly in his face, "are you a priest? For heaven"s sake tell us?"
"I am," he replied; "leave the room every one of you. I hope your husband is not speechless?"
"Sweet Queen of Heaven, not yet, may her name be praised! but near it, your Reverence--widin little or no time of it.".
Whilst they spoke, he was engaged in putting the stole about his neck, after which he cleared the room, and commenced hearing Lanigan"s confession.
The appearance of a priest, and the consolation it produced, rallied the powers of life in the benevolent farmer. He became more collected; made a clear and satisfactory confession; received the sacrament of Extreme Unction; and felt himself able to speak with tolerable distinctness and precision. The effects of all this were astonishing. A placid serenity, full of hope and confidence, beamed from the pale and worn features of him who was but a few minutes before in a state of terror altogether indescribable. When his wife and family, after having been called in, observed this change, they immediately partic.i.p.ated in his tranquillity.
Death had been deprived of its sting, and grief of its bitterness; their sorrow was still deep, but it was not darkened by the dread of future misery. They felt for him as a beloved father, a kind husband, and a clear friend, who had lived a virtuous life, feared G.o.d, and was now about to pa.s.s into happiness.
When the rites of the church were administered, and the family again a.s.sembled round the bed, the priest sat down in a position which enabled him to see the features of this good man more distinctly.
"I would be glad," said Lanigan, "to know who it is that G.o.d in his goodness has sent to smooth my bed in death, if it "ud be plasin", sir, to you to tell me?"
"Do you remember," replied the priest, "a young lad whom you met some years ago on his way to Munster, as a poor scholar! You and your family were particularly kind to him; so kind that he has never since forgotten your affectionate hospitality."
"We do, your Reverence, we do. A mild, gentle crathur he was, poor boy.
I hope G.o.d prospered him."
"You see him now before you," said the priest. "I am that boy, and I thank G.o.d that I can testify, however slightly, my deep sense of the virtues which you exercised towards me; although I regret that the occasion is one of such affliction."
The farmer raised his eyes and feeble hands towards heaven. "Praise an"
glory to your name, good G.o.d!" he exclaimed. "Praise an" glory to your holy name! Now I know that I"m not forgotten, when you brought back the little kindness I did that boy for your sake, wid so many blessins to me in the hour of my affliction an" sufferin"! Childher remimber this, now that I"m goin" to lave yez for ever! Remimber always to help the stranger, an" thim that"s poor an" in sorrow. If you do, G.o.d won"t forget it to you; but will bring it back to yez when you stand in need of it, as he done to me this day. You see, childhre dear, how small thrifles o" that kind depend on one another. If I hadn"t thought of helpin" his Reverence here when he was young and away from his own, he wouldn"t think of callin" upon us this day as he was pa.s.sin". You see the hand of G.o.d is in it, childhre: which it is, indeed, in every thing that pa.s.ses about us, if we could only see it as we ought to do. Thin, but I"d like to look upon your face, sir, if it"s plasin" to you? A little more to the light, sir. There, I now see you. Ay, indeed, it"s changed for the betther it is--: the same mild, clear countenance, but not sorrowful, as when I seen it last. Suffer me to put my hand on your head, sir; I"d like to bless you before I die, for I can"t forget what you undertook to do for your parents."
The priest sat near him; but finding he was scarcely able to raise his hand to his head, he knelt down, and the farmer, before he communicated the blessing inquired--
"Musha, sir, may I ax, wor you able to do anything to help your family as you expected?"
"G.o.d," said the priest, "made me the instrument of raising them from their poverty; they are now comfortable and happy."
"Ay! Well I knew at the time, an" I said it, that a blessin" would attind your endayvors. An" now resave my blessin". May you never depart from the right way! May the blessin" of G.o.d rest upon you for ever--Amin! Childhre, I"m gettin" wake; come near me, till, till I bless you, too, for the last time! They were good childhre, sir--they were ever an" always good to me, an" to their poor mother, your Reverence; an"--G.o.d forgive me if it"s a sin!--but I feel a great dale o" my heart an" my love fixed upon them. But sure I"m their father, an" G.o.d, I hope, will look over it! Now, darlins, afore I bless yez, I ax your forgiveness if ever I was harsher to yez than I ought!"
The children with a simultaneous movement encircled his bed, and could not reply for some minutes.
"Never, father darlin"! Oh, never did you offind us! Don"t speak in that way, or you"ll break our hearts; but forgive us, father asth.o.r.e! Oh, forgive an" bless us, an" don"t remimber against us, our folly an"
disobedience, for it"s only now that we see we warn"t towards you as we ought to be. Forgive us an" pardon us!"
He then made them all kneel around his bed, and with solemn words, and an impressive manner, placed his hand upon their heads, and blessed them with a virtuous father"s last blessing.
He then called for his wife, and the scene became not only more touching, but more elevated. There was an exultation in her manner, and an expression of vivid hope in her eye, arising from the fact of her husband having received, and been soothed by the rites of her church, that gave evident proof of the unparalleled attachment borne by persons of her cla.s.s to the Catholic religion. The arrival of our hero had been so unexpected, and the terrors of the tender wife for her husband"s soul so great, that the administration of the sacrament almost superseded from her heart every other sensation than that of devotional triumph.
Even now, in the midst of her tears, that triumph kindled in her eye with a light that shone in melancholy beauty upon the bed of death.
In proportion, however, as the parting scene--which was to be their last--began to work with greater power upon her sorrow, so did this expression gradually fade away. Grief for his loss resumed its dominion over her heart so strongly, that their last parting was afflicting even to look upon.
When it was over, Lanigan once more addressed the priest:--
"Now, sir," he observed, but with great difficulty, "let me have your blessin" an" your prayers; an" along wid that, your Reverence, if you remimber a request I once made to you"--
"I remember it well," replied the priest; "you allude to the ma.s.ses which you-wished I me to say for you, should I ever receive Orders. Make your mind easy on that point. I not only shall offer up ma.s.s for the repose of your soul, but I can a.s.sure you that I have mentioned you by name in every ma.s.s which I celebrated since my ordination."
He then proceeded to direct the mind of his dying benefactor to such subjects as were best calculated to comfort and strengthen him.
About day-break the next morning, this man of many virtues, after struggling rather severely for two hours preceding his death, pa.s.sed into eternity, there to enjoy the recompense of a well-spent life.
When he was dead, the priest, who never left him during the night, approached the bed, and after surveying his benevolent features, now composed in the stillness of death, exclaimed--
"Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, for they rest from their labors, and their works do follow them!"
Having uttered the words aloud, he sat down beside the bed, buried his face in his handkerchief, and wept.
He was now only a short day"s journey from home, and as his presence, he knew, would be rather a restraint upon a family so much in affliction, he bade them farewell, and proceeded on his way. He travelled slowly, and, as every well-known hill or lake appeared to him, his heart beat quickly, his memory gave up its early stores, and his affections prepared themselves for the trial that was before them.
"It is better for me not to arrive," thought he, "until the family shall have returned from their daily labor, and are collected about the hearth."
In the meantime, many an impression of profound and fervid piety came over him, when he reflected upon the incontrovertible proofs of providential protection and interference which had been, during his absence from home, under his struggles, and, in his good fortune, so clearly laid before him. "Deep," he exclaimed, "is the grat.i.tude I owe to G.o.d for this; may I never forget to acknowledge it!"
It was now about seven o"clock; the evening was calm, and the sun shone with that clear amber light which gives warmth, and the power of exciting tenderness to natural scenery. He had already gained the ascent which commanded a view of the rich sweep of country that reposed below.
There it lay--his native home--his native parish--bathed in the light and glory of the hour. Its fields were green--its rivers shining like loosened silver; its meadows already studded with hay-c.o.c.ks, its green pastures covered with sheep, and its unruffled lakes reflecting the hills under which they lay. Here and there a gentleman"s residence rose among the distant trees, and well did he recognize the church spire that cut into the western sky on his right. It is true, nothing of the grandeur and magnificence of nature was there; everything was simple in its beauty. The quiet charm, the serene light, the air of happiness and peace that reposed upon all he saw, stirred up a thousand tender feelings in a heart whose gentle character resembled that of the prospect which it felt so exquisitely. The smoke of a few farm-houses and cottages rose in blue, graceful columns to the air, giving just that appearance of life which was necessary; and a figure or two, with lengthened shadows, moved across the fields and meadows a little below where he stood.
But our readers need not to be told, that there was one spot which, beyond all others, riveted his attention. On that spot his eager eye rested long and intensely. The spell of its remembrance had clung to his early heart: he had never seen it in his dreams without weeping; and often had the agitation of his imaginary sorrow awoke him with his eye-lashes steeped in tears. He looked down on it steadily. At length he was moved with a strong sensation like grief: he sobbed twice or thrice, and the tears rolled in showers from his eyes. His gathering affections were relieved by this: he felt lighter, and in the same slow manner rode onward to his father"s house.
To this there were two modes of access: one by a paved bridle-way, or boreen, that ran up directly before the door--the other by a green lane, that diverged from the boreen about a furlong below the house. He took the latter, certain that the family could not notice his approach, nor hear the noise of his horse"s footsteps, until he could arrive at the very threshold.. On dismounting, he felt that he could scarcely walk. He approached the door, however, as steadily as he could. He entered--and the family, who had just finished their supper, rose up, as a mark of their respect to the stranger.
"Is this," he inquired, "the house in which Dominick M"Evoy lives?"
"That"s my name, sir," replied Dominick. "The family, I trust, are--all--well? I have been desired--but--no--no--I cannot--I cannot--father!--mother!
"It"s him!" shrieked the mother--"Its himself!--Jemmy"