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ance from bondage came to him just at the right thrust and party in the tilting-ring, were but moment; not too soon, else he might have had to earnests given of great deeds yet to be. O return to a world all strange to him, like a ghost brother, brother, do you not remember all those come back from the dead ; not too late, since it old talks in the orange-grove by the river-side ? was good to rest for a little while, ere he went All those plans, that came to nothing? How you forth on his journey to that home wherein he

were to raise a corps of volunteers, and help to should rest for ever.

rend Ireland (that fair jewel, you called it) from Only one thing troubled the strange, happy the crown of the English usurper? And how you quiet of those declining hours. And, at last, one were then to settle and colonize, taking me with day, when José had gone to Lima, and Fray Fer- you, and getting for me also a grant of land nando alone was sitting by his side, the secret amongst the saffron kilted kernes ? My brother sorrow found words.

Francisco was to be our priest, and Miguel and “Do you want anything, my brother ? the Ruy to till the ground.” monk asked tenderly, noticing that Melchior's eyes were fixed upon him with an earnest inquir- sadly. “They are no more to me now than the ing gaze.

tales José loves to tell us of his Inca forefatbers." « Nothing, Señor Don Alfonso. Except what “But, señor my brother, you yourself told me I am trying to find, and cannot.”

long ago that the dreams of youth are the flowers, Perhaps I could find it for you.”

the doings of manhood the fruit. Woe for the “Would to God you could !” Melchior answered flowers that they have fallen, and left no fruit with a mournful smile. “I am looking, in that behind I”

worn, old face of yours

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face my heart so loved and reverenced in the days then could the fruit come ?”

“That work was mine. There, señor, is the “Then, indeed, you look in vain, my brother. thought that wrings my heart.” Don Alfonso Garcia de Fanez is dead and buried “Pat that thought away from you, dear and long ago; and he who sits here is only Fray Fer- generous brother," Fray Fernando eagerly internando, the Franciscan friar."

posed. “It was not your work; it was my “But this I would fain know, señor and my fate.” brother—where is Don Alfonso buried, and what “What do you mean by that word 'fate! has he left behind him ? He should not have señor? I am a poor ignorant man, yet I know passed away without mark or remembrance. For this : it was no fate that happened to me, but the he was made for great things.”

will of God. How much more you-wise, learned, “So seemed many another who has come to and a churchman ?” ruin, as he."

“I am learned in nothing, Melchior, sare in “There was no other like Don Alfonso.-Nay, sorrow. But this is ungrateful,” he added prelet me speak, señor. In the galleys I spoke sently. “God has healed my worst sorrow in but little, and very soon I shall speak no more. giving you back to me.” You know well you were the passion, the idol, of “He will heal the rest too," said Melchior. my boyhood and youth. And even now I do not “And though the flowers faded so long ago,

I wonder. You learned with ease all that other think the fruit will come yet." men learn with pain. You knew a thousand Fray Fernando sighed. Then his own secret things I had never dreamed of, yet you knew all trouble rose half unconsciously to his lips. “I I knew also. You did all that I could do, and am not at peace with God,” he said. “I have better than I."

trifled with His grace in His sacraments.” “ You say too much for me,


“I know but one way of making peace with “I say the truth, señor. Always you made us God, señor. That is through Christ. He is our feel that you were more than you did ; that the way, and He is our peace." ready stroke and spring at the bull-feast, the Fray Fernando looked somewhat surprised.

" How do you know that, Melchior ?” he because he thought it would tell him of his asked,

King. “ Because, Señor Don Alfonso, I have trod the “But you have not yet told us the good way, and I have found the peace.”

tidings, José," Fray Fernando resumed presently. Just then José entered, carrying a native José's black eyes kindled with a vivid inward basket, from which he produced some articles of fire, but no other feature of his face showed food and other things that he had purchased in emotion, and his voice was calm, even low, as he the city. Amongst them was a flask of wine, spoke. "Some Spanish soldiers have just come from the old country, which he gave to Melchior, back to Lima from the country of the Chunchos, saying, "My father smiled upon the fruits of which you call the Montāna. They have brought your native land, and they have sent their best with them—sore wounded and sick unto death juices hither to make sick men well.”

-Don Ramon de Virves. It was at his own “ Don José, you are very good to me,” said earnest request they brought him so far, for he Melchior gratefully.

thought to embark for Spain. But he will never "I ought to be good to every one to-day,” see Spain again. God has visited his iniquities José answered, as he seated himself, and loosed on his head." the fastening of his yacollo, which was now a “ Take care, José,” said Fray Fernando gravely. simple golden pin-his mother's tupu-instead "Long ago the wise man said, “Rejoice not when of a large and lustrous emerald, Yupanqui's gift. thine enemy falleth, and let not thine heart be “I have heard such good tidings. But I ought glad when he stumbleth : lest the Lord see it, first to tell you, patre, that I failed to do your and it displease him, and he turn away his wrath errand at the Franciscan monastery. The monks from him."" would not trust me with the Book, without a “Who is Don Ramon de Virves ?Melchior written order from yourself.”

asked with interest. Fray Fernando had sent to request the loan of José turned to him and answered, still in the a copy of the Vulgate. Perhaps his motive for same low quiet voice, “When I was a child I this request might have been found in certain dwelt with my kindred in a little green spot in conversations he had lately held with Walter the great southern deserta' paucar,' we call it. Grey, who was now permitted to come to One day that Don Ramon de Virves came thither him three times a week for religious instruc- with his Spaniards. We were mostly women and tion.

children; we neither could fight with them, nor deJosé went on : “Whatever may have caused sired to do it. So we gave them to eat and to drink, their hesitation, it was scarcely the value of the and let them lie down in our huts to sleep. But Book, since I offered to leave them one of my gold while we slept they arose, drew their Spanish bracelets in pledge for it. I think they feared I steel, and slew all—men, women, and little chil. might do myself or some one else a mischief with dren—without remorse or pity.* That was their it, as if it were a carbine or musket. It reminds way of “reducing' Indians to the obedience of ne, patre, of the old times in Cerro Blanco, when the crown of Spain and the faith of Christ. Yet I stood in such awe of your breviary, believing it was well for those who died. Thrice more that a spirit dwelt in it, which spoke to you unhappy, two were spared—my mother and I. when you read it.”

Bound and guarded, we watched the flames that Then Melchior said reverently, “ It is quite burned our home to ashes. But the Children of true, Don José, that a Spirit dwells in the Book the Sun know how to die. I am a man now, rou were to have brought to-day; and He will and I thank God that my mother won her freespeak to you, if you read it with prayer and dom; but I was a child then, and I wept and numility."

wailed over her lifeless form in the bitterness of “You are making pictures, Melchior,” José my anguish. Yet I too would have died, rather inswered readily. “I see.” He himself was

* A hundred such stories could easily be gathered out of the quite as anxious for the Book as Fray Fernando, blood-stained records of the Spanish conquests in America.


than be Don Ramon's slave, if the patre had not

CHAPTER XXXIL. bought me when he did. Judge whether or no

WALTER GRET'S ADVICE. I have cause to rejoice that Don Ramon is dying

“Forgive - for 'tis sweet to stammer one letter now in pain and misery-forsaken of God and From the Eternal's language : on earth it is called

‘Forgiveness." man.”

LONGFELLOW (from the Swedish! “José, my son José !” Fray Fernando inter- JOSE VIRACOCHA was not at all more vindictive posed, in a tone of grieved surprise. “Remember than other men. He inherited from his ancestors that vengeance belongs to God, not to us. To

no implacability of disposition, no burning thirst Him we ought to leave it."

after vengeance. On the contrary, it was their "I have left it to Him," José answered calmly, special glory--a glory that ought to last when " and He has taken it."

other glories fade away—that they saw the “But did you never hear," said Melchior, beauty of fair Mercy, and wooed and won her to raising himself and looking earnestly at the sit beside them on their golden throne. Many a Indian youth — "did you never hear that our deed of generous magnanimity had place amongst blessed Lord Himself, when He hung on the cross, his cherished traditions. He could not remember prayed for His murderers, and said, Father, for- the first time he had heard how the Inca Mayta give them, for they know not what they do '?" caressed and fed the little children of his ene

“No?” José said, interrogatively, and with a mies; how the Inca Huayna Capac taught and perplexed, discomfited look.

acted upon the noble maxim, “We ought to spare “How can

you say 'No,' José ?" Fray our foes, for they will soon be our subjects." Fernando asked, a little jealous perhaps for his But he had now, come to a point at which these reputation as instructor. “ You have heard it a traditions could not help him. Although the hundred times. And what says the Paternoster, clemency a monarch extends to despairing suppli-almost the first thing I taught you ?”

ants at his feet is a fair thing to look upon, José struggled with a thought he did not very grateful to eyes fatigued with the monotochoose to admit, and putting it from him with an nous crimson of battle-fields and massacres, still effort, answered doggedly, “It says, "Thy king- it is not the forgiveness of keen and cruel perdom come.

sonal injuries. As surely as the crystal rings “But, José, it says also, Forgive us our tres- when struck, so surely does human nature respond, passes, as we forgive them that trespass against with the sharp cry of hatred, to the stroke of

wrong. There is only One Hand whose toneh “And,” Melchior added, “none have part in the can bring peace and make silence there. kingdom that is to come save those whose tres- José could not forgive Don Ramon : he had passes are forgiven."

no wish to do it -- his soul rose in rebellion at José received these sharp arrows of truth the very thought. He saw clearly all that it inwithout remonstrance, but without acquiescence. volved. If he pardoned Don Ramon, he must He bore their sting as he would have borne pardon also all his enemies, with all their injuries physical pain — silent and unmoved, though public and private. He must pardon Don Framkeenly sensible. In any other case he would cisco Solis; and him he hated quite have been very angry with the hands that winged as he hated Don Ramon. And there were times them; but he knew not how to feel anger to- when his resentment against both paled before wards a dying man like Melchior, still less to- the intensity of his indignation against the wards the patre. But how unreasonable, how spoilers of Tahuantin Suyu. Them also -- Fen unjust, how cruel the requirement !

them--he must pardon! Impossible! Whose requirement? That he did not ask Yet a suspicion, gradually becoming a couhimself just yet. With a lowering brow and a viction, was stealing over his heart. It was no heart full of bitterness he went forth ; nor did other than the King whom he sought-the Divine either Melchior or Fray Fernando see him again Monarch and Deliverer, the great Inca of the that night.

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manded it as the test of his allegiance. If, Except a man be born again,'” said Walter instead, He had but asked his life-blood! That Grey, “ he shall in no wise enter into the kingwere easily given.

dom of God.'" In his sore dismay and perplexity, he be- “Who says that ?thought himself of Walter Grey, to whom he was "The King Himself." becoming every day more strongly attached, and to "I do not understand.-Stay, I do!” he added, whose comfort he ministered in every possible way. after a thoughtful pause. “I remember the Walter would give him the English view of the patre said those words to me. He told me they

and that, most probably, would be the meant my baptism. He said I was born then true one. So, after Walter's next visit to Fray into the Christian Church." Fernando, José returned with him to the beach; “You remember your baptism?" asked Walter. and standing before him as he rested for a little “Of course I do; I was ten years old.” in the welcome shade of a rock, he briefly ac- “What did you feel? Did you receive a new quainted him with the strange demand that had heart, and begin a new life then ?" been made upon him.

“In one way, yes. I felt great love for the " If," he said, “I proposed stabbing the man patre, who, I thought, was claiming me for his through the back, or setting fire to the house own by certain mystic rites and ceremonies ; and where he lies wounded, I could understand the I gave myself up to him very gladly. But as for King having somewhat to object. Nor, indeed, thoughts of God or the Church, I had none. Frould the Incas have approved such practices. Until long afterwards, I worshipped my father But to bid me forgive him from my heart! How the Sun." can it matter what I feel there? Whose business “It is very plain that you still need to be born is that, save my own ?”

of water and the Spirit, and to receive the new “It is God's business, José ;—and the King is heart which God alone can give you. And He God."

will. You have only, on your part, to give your" I know it,” said José reverently.

self up to Him very gladly,' as you did to the "God sees your heart, reads it through and patre.—Don José,” said Walter Grey, starting up through, claims it for his own.”

suddenly, "I could talk to you for hours; but I José lay down on the sand, and turned his dare not linger. Look yonder! The sun touches face away from Walter. At last he said, - the sea already; and ere it sinks, I am bound to “I almost wish I had never met you, Señor be on board. There is not a moment to waste;

the sunsets are so rapid here. Wonderful, like " And why that, Don José ?"

everything else in this wonderland of yours !” “You trouble me. Better never to have known “I am with you, Señor Hualter,” said José, the King, than to know Him and not obey Him; suiting the action to the word. and He is bard, hard to obey."

As they walked along together, Walter re

marked: “I dare not make the captain angry “But yes. I know now why none of the Span- by delay, lest he should deny me leave another iards really obey Him, though they pretend to do time ; and few other times may be left to me it,—They cannot. Nor can I; I am afraid of Him.” now, Don Jose. The Comandante returns from

“ You ought not. "He loves you, He died for Cuzco to-morrow, and it is whispered he has you; and He only wants you to be like Him.” orders for us. I fear we may be sent to some "Well

, if need were, I could die for Him. distant shore, where I shall never see your face But” — (a tremor shook his whole frame; not or that of Fray Fernando again. It is so lonely violent-none of his movements were that, but on board, now the matador is gone; though, telling of intense repugnance) — “ this thing I God knows, my heart rejoices at his deliverance. cannot do; I will not.

What use to try ? | Farewell, Don José !" I could never forgive that man, unless I were Next morning José said to Fray Fernando : taken to pieces and made over again.”

“ Patre, I am going to the city. Will you give


"Oh no!"

me a letter to the monks, and I will bring you José, meanwhile, had not yet drunk; thongh back the Book you want ? ”

he was sore atbirst, and the water was near him. “ Willingly, my son. But, I pray of thee, come From the day when he learned who the King was back thyself as speedily as thou canst ; for since from Walter Grey, to that other day when tbe yesterday there are five men ill of the calenture, summons to forgive his enemies sniote him to and two of the Creoles from San Domingo are the heart, José had occupied somewhat the posidying, as I fear."

tion of a devout Jew" waiting for the consola“I will hasten."

tion of Israel,” looking with earnest faith, for a “ Hasten thine errands in the city-not thy national Messiah, a great Redeemer and Delirfootsteps by the way; for the heat is fearful to- erer, who should save bis beloved people from day, and I would not have thee get a sun- all their enemies. Such a Deliverer he was prestroke.”

pared to welcome and to obey, even to the death. “ No fear of that. My Father never hurts his But now a lightning flash, scathing and burning own; he only-smites the Spaniards,” said José, as while it illumined, had revealed to him the nehe started at a brisk pace on his seven miles' walk.cessity of another deliverance, hitherto undreamt

His assertion was not strictly true, however; of,—a personal deliverance from sin. He was for the burning suns of Lima proved fatal to learning now that the Son of God must be many of the Inca family who about this time sought as the Saviour of the soul, or He will were exiled by Spanish tyranny from Cuzco and not reveal Himself as the King of the nations its neighbourhood, and forced to take up their Even the question, “Will He restore the Incas !" residence on the hot, unhealthy coast.

was postponed, of necessity, until their child That day José brought back with him in found an answer to that other question, "Will triumph a formidable-looking volume. Fray He receive me, and make me over again, so that Fernando laid it aside until the evening ; but I can serve and please Him ?” when the door of their humble dwelling was He who read was seeking as earnestly as those barred for the night, and the lamp was lighted, who listened. Fray Fernando's difficulties were he set it on the table before him, and began to far more complex than those of José. He read. Melchior prayed him to read aloud, trans- needed everything-truth, peace, light, pardon lating the Latin into Spanish as he read. There There were times when the last seemed the most were few things which he could have refused pressing need of all. If each had tried to conMelchior ; so he turned from the Epistles of St. dense his longings into a single prayer, that of Paul (which he had been exploring to test the Fray Fernando would probably have been, accuracy of Walter Grey's quotations, and to dis- “Wash me throughly from my iniquities, and cover if possible some key to the perplexities cleanse me from my sin ;” and that of José, they awakened), and, rightly judging that the “ Create in me a clean heart, and renew a right Gospels were the best food for the unlearned, he spirit within me.” Though it is likely José found the opening page of the New Testament, would soon have added, “ Do good in thy good and began to read “The Gospel of Jesus Christ, pleasure unto Zion” (meaning what stood for the Son of God.”

Zion in his mind); "build thou the walls of JeruNo man had ever two more attentive hearers. salem." Melchior was soon to know more than even that Book could tell of Him whom his soul loved.

CHAPTER XXXIII. Yet every word it revealed was precious. What

THE KING FOUND. if ere long he should drink from the fountain

“He came to me in Power; I knew him not. head ? Hitherto only a few drops in a tiny cup He came to me in Love; and my heart broke ; had been borne to his thirsting lips; therefore for

And from its inmost depths there rose a cry

*My Father, oh, my Father, smile on me!' the present it was joy enough to stoop over the And the great Father smiled."-Night and the Soul running stream and drink, and give God thanks A QUIET month glided by, bearing the San Crisfor the draught.

tofero away to more northern shores; and slowly

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