All earth had failed
him in this his hour of need; and from the deep abyss of his misery he
expected no deliverance but through them. But at last, Peace was
whispered, and into his soul was breathed the holy sentence of
absolution; and on his hoary head was poured the baptismal stream; his
eyes and ears had been opened by divine power; and, like Siloa's wave,
it washed him clean. What was the leprosy of those men of old, to the
corroding infection of SIN, which had for so many weary years diseased
and defaced his spirit? They were healed by a miracle of power,--he,
by a miracle of grace. Mr. Stillinghast was much exhausted, but calm
and humble; he had suddenly become like a little child, so sincere and
entire was his repentance.
"I will come again in a few hours, and administer to you, my poor
friend, the Sacrament of Extreme Unction; and if I find that you are
sinking, will bring the Holy Viaticum for your refreshment and
consolation in the dark and trying hour. I would advise you now to
settle all your worldly concerns, so that nothing may interfere between
your soul and God."
"How is it with you now, dear uncle?" said May, who came in as Father
Fabian left the room.
"Unworthy, child--all and utterly unworthy, but hoping humbly, through
the infinite merits of Jesus Christ," he whispered.
"Mr. Fielding and Doctor Burrell are here!" said Helen, coming in.
"Is Father Fabian still here?"
"He is, sir."
"Request him to come back.
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