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the heart to virtue, and make it better. It is then 

 that we feel the littleness of all here below, and the 

 greatness of the reward that may be ours in heaven. 



He is gone, but how richly does he merit our 

 gratitude! He has left us a priceless inheritance in 

 our College and our Convent, where our children 

 may receive the religious instructions that will fit 

 them for the discharge of their duties in this world, 

 and their rewards in the next; — but more than all, 

 he has left us his example. 



Yesterday he stood like a tall column firm upon 

 its base, and pointing its beautiful shaft to the 

 heavens; to-day that column is broken in its midst, 

 and prostrated to the earth. Yesterday he was 

 in life before us; to-day he lives in our memories. 

 To die as a hero dies, is a glorious death ; but to die as 

 died this faithful champion of the cross, after having 

 sealed his ministry, was still more glorious. "Oh 

 God! as is the heroism of thy armies, so is the 

 grandeur of thy triumphs. How poor is the splen- 

 dour that crowns earthly conquests, to the opening 

 of the gates of pearl, leading into the Golden City 

 with walls of sapphire and chrysolite, in which the 

 great Captain sitteth upon the white throne, smiling 

 upon his servants who have 'fought the good fight 

 and kept the faith!' The wreaths that crown the 

 brows of mortal victors fade before the night; 

 theirs lose not their fragrance forever, and their 

 beauty is eternal." 



