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A Shepherd without SheepAuthor(s): John FitzpatrickSource: The Irish Monthly, Vol. 18, No. 206 (Aug., 1890), p. 410Published by: Irish Jesuit ProvinceStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20498077 .

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410 [The Irish Monthly.

"What can be wrong? Why does she write? Good keep my

darling," she cried, as with trembling fingers she unfolded the letter. But she was quickly reassured. Dora's note was a message ot

peace. It ran thus: "Come home soon, dearest Madge. I have such good news to tell

you.-Dora." Madge kissed the signature and smiled. " I cannot go till my usual hour. I dare not ask such a favour

to-night. But your words, sweet sister, have cleared away some of,

the clouds that enveloped me. The thought of your good tidings will

help me to bear cheerfully whatever torture I may have to suffer before I go home."

And, feeling considerably brighter, she entered the junior class

room, and quietly seated herself in Mrs. Prim's place behind tha desk.

(To be continued.)

A SHEPHERD WITHOUT SHEEP.*

WE climbed the hills together; we were fain

To learn the shepherd's trade, and wheresoe'er

Our elders led we roamed, a happy pair;

But he will never tread our hills again.

For my beloved- O, the life-long pain !

Died in the Spring, and I alone must fare

Died, ere the spring had yeaned his future care,

He, ever the more eager of the twain.

So seek I now no pleasure with my mates, But when my work is done his watch I keep;

For with a double flock I must away

To meet him on the montains where he waits

With the Good Shepherd, who will count my sheep

For the new pastures of eternal day.

JoHK FITZPATRICK, O M.I.

Patrick L. MacSherry, O.M.I., who died during his preparation for thb

priesthood.

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