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yet so firm in the right, that his opinion, once 

 formed, was not to be changed at any risk. 



The remembrance of his many virtues was 

 written in the faces of all of every denomination 

 who came to pay their last respects to his remains — 

 and the love of his own people was manifested in 

 the flood of grief that overwhelmed them when the 

 news of his unexpected death spread through the 

 city. It was seen in the crowded church, in the 

 funeral train, in the tearful eyes of those who came 

 to witness the performance of the last sad rites over 

 all that was left of the Bishop, who in the full 

 vigour of his life stood a few days ago before them. 



He was remarkable for his kindness and for- 

 bearance towards those who were without the 

 sheepfold of the only holy Catholic Church. He was 

 well aware how erroneous are the opinions enter- 

 tained by them, respecting the doctrines and prac- 

 tices of that Church. He knew that they were 

 taught to consider doctrines as cherished by us 

 which we regard with a horror even greater than 

 their own, and making every allowance for the 

 fact that they were taught these errors from their 

 childhood upwards, that they had been repeated to 

 them so often as to constitute almost a part of their 

 religious belief, he wondered only, that while they 

 supposed Catholics to be so impious, they could be 

 even as tolerant of them as they were; — that while 

 they charged them with superstition and idolatry, 

 and every crime in the calendar, they could even 

 imagine that a Catholic had any hope of Heaven. 



