Sure there never was a Protestant buried in it but one, an' the next mornin' there was a boortree bush growin' out o' the grave, an' it's there yet to prove the maricle.

Oh! ay, Carndhu's holy ground, an' that's where I must sleep." These words were uttered with a tone of such earnest and childlike entreaty as rendered them affecting in a most extraordinary degree, and doubly so to those who heard him.

Thomas's eyes, despite of every effort to the contrary, filled with tears.

"Ah!" he exclaimed, "he has found it out at last; but how can I give him consolation, an' I stands in need of it so much myself ?" "Father," said he, rising and placing the old man in the arm-chair, which for the last half century had been his accustomed seat, "father, we will go together--we will all be wid you.

You'll not be among strangers--you'll have your own about you still." "But what's takin' you all away ?" "Neglect and injustice, an' the evil tongues of them that ought to know us betther.