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her deep diapasons required no added organ." When he 

 left, the sun was up; "and, the air being warm and abounding 

 with moisture, the smoke of the great cataract ascended in a 

 column till it met the clouds. The birds had come in great 

 numbers to the woods ; the bluebirds especially were very 

 distinct in their happy song. Strange to wander where the very 

 birds sang different tunes, and to look down over the snow 

 upon the leaping waters, ever steadily intent upon their eternal 

 mission." 



From Buffalo, N.Y., he wrote: "This Sunday morning, 

 April 3, is Mary's birthday, and I wish her 6 many happy 

 returns : ' I expect the old sister and the young brother have 

 still some work to do, before they go to the other world. . . . 

 About ten o'clock I went to the Cathedral. ... It will be a 

 magnificent building when complete, but the congregation is 

 poor : I saw only a few of the seats cushioned. When I went 

 in, the body of the church was filled with the children of the 

 schools, and a young priest was speaking to them from the 

 altar. His subject was the love of Jesus ; and no one could 

 address children in a more simple and touching manner." 

 After they were dismissed, the people began to assemble • 

 and Philip read part of a great budget of letters, which he 

 had got from the post-office. " Charming employment — to sit 

 in that grand Cathedral, the sun shining in through the windows, 

 all of which were of painted glass, and quietly be recalled to 

 English loved ones. Presently there came in some Sisters of 

 Charity — such nice motherly looking women, in blue dresses 

 and large white bonnets, followed by a train of girls of different 

 ages, all dressed in blue, with blue head-dresses, who came up 

 the centre aisle and stood by the high altar, and then went 

 to their places with the greatest order and cheerful solemnity. 

 The candles were being lit, and I thought of Mary and her 

 girls : and how the Lord uses so many different servants to do 

 His work, in so many different ways. You will not wonder that 

 I sobbed downright. At the same moment, they began the soft 

 Kyrie, and the tribe of innocent- looking young boys in white 

 came and sat in a circle round the altar-rail — the girls in their 



