“An’ that he will,” was the response; “an’ God bliss Father Mathew!”

“Amen,” said half a dozen voices.

“He’s coming!” exclaimed another.  The sound of distant music was heard, and far up the street was seen approaching a dense mass of people.  White banners mingled with the stars and stripes.  Nearer they approached, and more distinct became, to the Irishman and his friends, the peals of music and the hurras of the multitude.

Theobald Mathew, the friend of Ireland, was making his entry into Boston!  Never man was more gladly welcome.  Never was man more enthusiastically received.  It seemed as though all men strove to do him homage, for they looked upon one who was the instrument, under God, of saving five millions of human beings from the greatest curse sin brought into the world; lifting them, and bidding them stand up as their Maker intended they should.

The “apostle” was seated in an open barouche, with his head uncovered, bowing to the crowds of stout men and fair women that filled the windows on either side, often shaking hands with those who pressed near him to do so.

A young man stood upon the side-walk watching its approach; and when the carriage in which he was seated came near where he stood, he took off his hat, pressed through the assemblage, and, urging his way towards it, grasped the hand that was extended to him.  The carriage stopped.  Father Mathew arose, and, as his hand lay upon the head of the young man, he repeated the words of a pledge, which the latter, in a distinct tone, repeated after him.  At its close, the words “I do!” were heard far and near, and James Clifton had taken the pledge!

This was done from no sudden impulse.  During the previous week he had indulged rather freely, and when its effects were over he began for the first time to give serious thought upon the question whether it was not required of him to become a pledged man.  He was becoming convinced that he was unsafe.  He knew how often he had fallen, how liable he was to fall again, and that it might be never to rise.  He found his companions did not look upon him with as much respect as formerly; and he determined to break down the pride of opinion, rather than have it break him down.

As he thought of his situation at Messrs. Laneville & Co.’s, he for a moment drew back, yet it was but for a moment.  He resolved to leave it, and beg rather than continue to disgrace himself and bring ruin upon his relatives and friends.  He was cheered by the thought that he had those around him who would furnish him with employment suited to his mind, and in the steady pursuit of which he might live well.  This resolution was made a few days previous to the twenty-fourth, but he communicated it to no one.

James hurried from the crowd that gathered around him, and hastened to his home.  The glad news preceded him, and his wife, meeting him at the door, caressed, blessed and welcomed him.  George grasped his hand, and James, with tears in his eyes, asked pardon for the past, and promised much for the future.