reland. The
"_Agnus Dei_" and "_Gospel_" which it is usual with Irish Catholic
children to wear around the neck, were also forcibly stripped off his
person and put into the stove.

All his much-prized memorials were now gone--his beads, or rosary, with
the crucifix attached, to remind him of his Redeemer; his little vase of
shamrocks, to remind him of Ireland and St. Patrick; and his "Gospel of
St. John," and "Agnus Dei," to recall to his mind his dignity and
obligations as a believer in the gospel of Jesus Christ, and his
confidence in the Lamb of God who took away his sins. These constituted
all the riches and treasure of Eugene, and of these he was plundered and
stripped ere he was confined in the old deserted house that stood a few
rods away from the dwelling house, and where soon all the persecutions
he suffered were terminated.

One evening in October, the team of Mr. Gulvert broke loose from the
post to which they were tied while he was at meeting, and, taking
fright, rushed along at full speed on a narrow by-road by the river that
ran through the village, till, coming in contact with the root of a tree
that protruded from the road, the horses and wagon were precipitated
over a fall of some twenty feet into the channel of the river beneath.
As the night was dark, and the road the animals took in their furious
course was not known, it was not till next morning that the fate of the
team was discovered, though not only Gulvert himself, but his hired
help, including his servant girl and wife even, were out all night on
the search for them.

If the most unexpected calamity had visited these _enlightened_
Christians--if two of their children, instead of two of their horses,
had met with a sudden death,--their grief could not be more heartrending
or despairing than on this occasion. The whole family was in an uproar.
There were wringing of hands, lamentable cries, and bewailings the most
bitter, of the death of the best team in the town of Greenditch. The
very children, down to the youngest of six years old, joined their tears
to those of their parents and the adult members of the family. Not a
wink was slept, not a morsel of victuals cooked, nor even a fire kindled
in Mr. Culvert's house that night, and it was more than a week before
the pious Mrs. Gulvert could be consoled or prevailed on to show herself
down stairs. She was either really sick, or affected sickness, so that
it was doubted whether or not she could s