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Reader ! Tt may have been your pleasing lot, as it has been the writer’s, to occasionally enjoy a half hour's friendly chat with the subject of these pages— and when the conversation happencd to turn upon the ever grateful theme of “the orphans of 47”, can you forget the tender, yet almost proud, fatherly feeling with which they were named over ? This boy is now a Priest; that girl is à religivus ; those others are the parents of happy, God fearing families! An incident that occured a few years ago, and ’tis but one of many equally affecting, so fully exemplifies this feeling that we cannot resist supplementing the foregoing sketch with it. ‘ Little Ellen, as he always called her, had, like many others of this protcgées, followed the Évangelical counsels. Inthe very depth of our fierce Canadian winter she lay on her death-bed at Lachine, when she expressed a desire to see her kind benefactor once more ; her wisli was communicated to him at Quebec and. at once, notwithstanding the great distance and the inclemency of the weather, two very important considerations when one is well up in the ‘ Sixties ’— the kind-hearted adopted father set out on his journey, to gratify the dying wish of the poor ‘‘ Little Sister of St. Anne. ” Comment would be superfluous.