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quiem_ of the departed, a few--a very few--immediate friends followed the body to the grave, in silence unbroken. Sad hearts, indeed, they brought, and broken spirits; for in this season of pestilence few dared to hope. By noon, Owen was seen descending the mountain to the village, to make the last preparations for the old man's funeral. He carried little Patsy in his arms; for he could not leave the poor child alone, and in the house of death. The claims of infancy would seem never stronger than in the heart sorrowing over death. The grief that carries the sufferer in his mind's eye over the limits of this world, is arrested by the tender ties which bind him to life in the young. There is besides a hopefulness in early life--it is, perhaps, its chief characteristic--that combats sorrow, better than all the caresses of friendship, and all the consolations of age. Owen felt this now--he never knew it before. But yesterday, and his father's death had left him without one in the world on whom to fix a hope; and already, from his misery, there arose that one gleam, that now twinkled like a star in the sky of midnight. The little child he had taken for his own was a world to him; and as he went, he prayed fervently that poor Patsy might be spared to him through this terrible pestilence. When Owen reached the carpenter's, there were several people there; some, standing moodily brooding over recent bereavements; others, spoke in low whispers, as if fearful of disturbing the silence; but all were sorrow-struck and sad. "How is the ould man, Owen?" said one of a group, as he came forward. "He's better off than us, I trust in God!" said Owen, with a quivering lip. "He went to rest this morning." A muttered prayer from all around shewed how general was the feeling of kindness entertained towards the Connors. "When did he take it, Owen?" "I don't know that he tuk it at all; but when I came home last night he was lying on the bed, weak and powerless, and he slept away, with scarce a pain, till daybreak; then--" "He's in glory now, I pray God!" muttered an old man with a white beard. "We were born in the same year, and I knew him since I was a child, like that in your arms; and a good man he was." "Whose is the child, Owen?" said another in the crowd. "Martin Neale's," whispered Owen; for he feared that the little fellow might catch the words. "What's the matter with Miles? he looks very low this morning." Th
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