an' safer
to love an' obey God for His own sake! blessed be His holy name!"

Young O'Brien was forcibly struck by the uncommon character of Honor
O'Donovan. Her patience, good sense, and sincere acquiescence in the
will of God, under so severe a trial, were such as he had never seen:
equalled. Nor could he help admitting to himself, while contemplating
her conduct, that the example of such a woman was not only the most
beautiful comment on religious truth, but the noblest testimony of its
power.

"Yes, Honor," said the husband, in reply, "you're right, for I know
that what you say is always thrue. It is, indeed," he added, addressing
O'Brien, "she's aquil to a prayer-book."

"Yes, and far superior to any," replied the latter; "for she not only
gives you the advice, but sets you the example."

"Ay, the sorra lie in it; an', oh, Honor, he's not to die--he's not to
be h----, not to suffer. Our son's to live! Oh, Saver of earth, make me
thankful this day!"

The tears ran fast from his eyes as he looked up to heaven, and uttered,
the last; words. Indeed, it was impossible not to feel deep compassion
for this aged man, whose heart had been smitten so heavily, and on the
only two points where it was capable of feeling the blow.

After having indulged his grief for some time, he became considerably
more composed, if not cheerful. Honor made many kind inquiries after
Una's health, to which her brother answered with strict candor, for he
had heard from Una that she was acquainted with the whole history of
their courtship.

"Who knows," said she, speaking with reference to their melancholy fate,
"but the God who has saved his life, an' most likely hers, may yet do
more for them both? While there's life there's hope."

"Young man," said Fardorougha, "you carry a blessin' wid you wherever
you go, an' may God bless you for the news you have brought to us this
day! I'll go to see him tomorrow, an' wid a light heart I'll go too, for
my son is not to die."

O'Brien then took his leave and returned home, pondering, as he went,
upon the singular contrast which existed between the character of the
miser and that of his admirable wife. He was no sooner gone than Honor
addressed her husband as follows:

"Fardorougha, what do you think we ought both to do now afther the happy
news we've heard?"

"I'll be guided by you, Honor; I'll be guided by you."

"Then," said she, "go an' thank God that has taken the edge, the
bitther, kee