Priests had come amongst them who bid them think of other things, and look no farther than the sacrifice of the Mass, daily offered before their eyes.

And yet I used to feel that the other was the fuller, more glorious hope.

I think I shall cherish it always." "I would were I you," answered Wolfe in a low voice.

"I think it is that which has made you different from other men.

I think that if I were to be dying, Julian, I should like to hold your hand in mine and feel that you were near." Then the two friends pressed each other by the hand, and walked back to the camp.