The remaining part of our tale is soon told.  Paul O’Clery, from being a good priest, became, in addition, a great man; his virtues, learning, and genius soon attracted the notice of the princes of God’s church.  He was consecrated bishop, “in partibus infidelium,” and he is now a pillar of God’s church, and an ornament in his sanctuary, as archbishop in one of the great cities of British India, in Asia.  Behold, my young readers, how the church opens the gates of her treasures, and encourages the promotion of the humblest of her children.  Virtue and genius are the only titles to nobility which she regards.  Every office in her gift (and she has stations too high for angels) is open to the humblest aspirant to perfection.  How many scores of young men might be now shining lamps in God’s sanctuary, instead of being degraded to the level of the drudges of the earth and the slaves of the world, if they only resisted the glittering bait of temptation at first, and took as their model Paul O’Clery, the orphan boy!

What became of Aloysia, do you wish to know?  She joined her sister Bridget in the nunnery, and after atoning by her tears and repentance for the material heresy of her youth, she lately fell a victim to fever, contracted by her in caring for the poor negro slaves of New Orleans.  She preferred to die a saint than live a princess.

Eugene, as you already know, died a martyr for his faith, having been persecuted to death by Parson Dilman and Mr. Shaw Gulvert of evil memory.

Patrick returned to Ireland, where he has lately purchased an estate under the encumbered estates law—­the very same estate on which his father lived under Lord Mandemon.

You recollect Van Stingey, the first persecutor of the orphan family, was blown up by powder, and perished miserably.  Amanda Prying met a fate little better.  Having been in the habit of imbibing strong drafts of chloroform, for purposes of intoxication, she was found dead in bed one December morning, after having imbibed too strong a dose.

The youngest child of Reuben Prying met with his death in this way:  Willy, the youngest but one, hearing that somebody was to be hanged, asked his pa how the operation was performed.  The father, of course, believing that “knowledge was power,” taught the child how to act the hangman, and the lesson was not taught in vain; for, the next day, Willy, experimenting on the “knowledge” communicated, hanged his younger brother, Lory, dead.  Thus perished the darling son of him who combined with the parson to kill Eugene O’Clery.

I forgot to say that Mary Prying, the innocent, good girl, and the admirer of Paul, became a convert, and is now a nun, called Sister Mary Magdalen.

But what of the Parsons Grinoble, Gulmore, Barker, Scullion, and the others, who had a hand in robbing the orphans of their faith?  They are all alive yet, and, according to their limited capacities, doing all the harm it is possible for them to do, in propagating error and disseminating discord.  And your friend Dr. Ugo, who was instrumental in saving the orphans, is yet living, and battling for the faith, never omitting to inculcate fidelity to the CROSS and attachment to the SHAMROCK on all his beloved parishioners and hearers.  Amen!