Take his chance, I suppose." "Here, take you it," said he, thrusting it into my pocket "He may be glad of it at the end." It was a sad day.

Mothers were weeping over their new-born infants; men were talking to one another in anger and sorrow.

The Catholics were already carrying their heads high, and smiling scornfully as we passed them.

I thought, "Oh that we were in a desert, all to ourselves, with none to impugn our faith!" But then I called to mind that without needing to be in a desert, people might dwell in happy countries where each man's faith is respected and tolerated.

I hoped my uncle would safely reach one of these happy countries; but yet one's native land is very dear after all! Twilight came; the parting took place amid tears and embraces and benedictions; and soon I was driving my good uncle and aunt towards the coast.