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To Our Dear Ones with GodAuthor(s): Sister Mary AgnesSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 10, No. 112 (Oct., 1882), pp. 631-632Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20496834 .

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O' Connell. 63I

su.ppose you are not the idol of my heart ? 0 Dan, it is impossible for me to give

you the smallest notion, how beloved you are by, me. Why should you speak of your

age or allude to it? Surely, my own heart, I am for a woman much older. If I had

not real love for you, would not my pride make me love you ? By real love I mean

loving you for yourself alone. Do not, my own heart, vex me by ever writing or

speaking in this manner again, but rest assured that in existence there is not a husband

so beloved as you are."

By way of reprisals and to show that in these connubial letters the

reciprocity was not all on one side, we might cite a letter of the Libe

rator, which begins, "I My darling love, I approve of all your arrange ments-when did you ever make any arrangements of which I did not approve ?"-and which ends thuas: " Darling, give my tenderest love to our children. Come as soon as you possibly can to be pressed to

the heart of (darling love, sweetest love,) your most tenderly and

doatingly fond Daniel O'Connell." Another letter ends: III am

impatient to be with you, my own darling heart's love. May the great God of heaven bless and preserve my darling sweet Mary !"

Here we may interpolate, somewhat abruptly, a brief letter of a dlfferent kind which we find occurring in this correspondence about the date we have now reached.

"FLEET-STREET, " Saturday, 23rd (sio), 1825.

"MY DEAR SIn,

"I called at your hotel to-day in order to thank you for the great kindness

which you and your son had the goodness to show to William in Dublin, and also to

beg you to come and see us at Kensington, as soon as you can; to which let me add a

prayer that you will not suffer yourself to be disheartened by the proofs that you will

soon receive of the baseness and perfidy of politicians. At all events I hope you will

believe me, with a very anxious desire to see you,

"Your most obedient servant, "WM. COBBETT.

",To DANIEL O'CoNNELL, Esq., " St. Petersburg Hotel."

TO OUR DEAR ONES WITH GOD.

BY SISTER MARY AGNES.

WE do not grudge your eyes the blessed light Which gladdens them upon life's further shore,

Although our eyes ache hourly for the sight Of your dear faces, lost for evermore

Till the old ties again are knit in one, In. an unchanging and immortal land,

And the sweet links, by Death's rough grasp undone, Are rounited by a master Hand.

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632 To Our Dear Ones with God.

We do not envy you your well-earned rest, Beyond the ebb and flow of mortal tide;

Although life's cares have harder on us pressed Than in the days when you were by our side,

And every burden has a double weight, Because it henceforth must be borne alone,

And every sorrow seemeth twice as great, Because no heart can know it save our own.

We would not rob you of an hour's repose In the sweet peace so eagerly desired,

Though only Glod our weary yearning knows For all that lived in you, with you expired:

The little nothings, all so fondly prized, That bound you to us by a thousand rights,

The tones that soothed, encouraged, and advised, The sympathies that were our heart's delights !

We would not wish you in our midst again For all the comfort that your love could give,

We would not cause to you an instant's pain, Whatever pleasure we might thus receive;

And yet we' miss you with a growing want Which seems as though it must be satisfied,

And your dear shadows ev'ry corner haunt, Yet evermore beyond our vision glide!

Ah, dear ones ! if God's love on you bestows A delegation of his gracious powers,

if, as we doubt not, lie each trial shows, Do not your hearts beat still in tune with ours?

Are not you pleading for us in the Light, Whilst we strive painfully through darkness home?

Are you not watching with love-quickened sight flow you can best unto our succour come?

Will you not welcome us with outstretched arms When we at last obtain the victor's crown?

Will not God's very throne have added charms When we can join our worship to your own?

Will not Good bless, with sanction all divine, The love which is of his dear love a part?

Is there not throned in heaven's most sacred shrine In God's own breast a sweetly human Heart?.

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