greatly affected, and yet his greatest consolation was to speak of it. He cherished the memory of his beloved Miss St. Yves to the last moment of his life.
The Abbé St. Yves and the prior were each provided with good livings. The good Kerkabon rather chose to see his nephew invested with military honors than in the subdeaconry. The devotee of Versailles kept the diamond earrings, and received besides a handsome present. Father Tout-a-tous had presents of chocolate, coffee and confectionery, with the "Meditations of the Reverend Father Croiset," and the "Flower of the Saints," bound in morocco. Good old Gordon lived with the Huron till his death, in the most friendly intimacy; he had also a benefice, and forgot, forever, essential grace and the concomitant concourse. He took for his motto, "Misfortunes are of some use." How many worthy people are there in the world who may justly say, "Misfortunes are good for nothing?"
