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while he breathed a prayer to God that he might 

 meet his mother again in his father's house, after he 

 had accomplished his earthly pilgrimage. 



The virtuous example, the pious life and the 

 tender love of such a mother, could not but make a 

 deep impression upon the hearts of her children. 

 She ruled them by love, and they were bound to her 

 by the ties of love. As the gentle breath of the 

 zephyr, dancing upon the smooth surface of a lake, 

 causes neither ripple nor wave to disturb that 

 surface, nor raises up sediment from the bottom of 

 the deep, so did the even tenor of these children's 

 lives, leave undisturbed beneath the surface, the 

 passions that for the most part disfigure the face of 

 childhood. It gave them early a mastery over 

 themselves, which was a marked characteristic in 

 the life of the Bishop. 



His mother was anxious that God might call 

 some one of her children to the holy order of the 

 Priesthood, and the manner of her early training 

 was directed to favour in them a desire similar to 

 her own. She had taught her son William, at the 

 age of seven years, to serve mass, and he never felt 

 so happy as when he had served at that holy sacrifice, 

 for the priest who officiated in his father's house. 

 She would tell him, when he had been thus engaged : 

 "My son, it does my heart good to see you serving at 

 the altar. I consider your place there more honour- 

 able than if you occupied the first station in a 

 kingdom: now you are truly in the service of your 

 God." 



