God by Viaticum and Extreme Unction. By a strange coincidence he is the dear old friend of her early youth. He has seen much of the world since then, having had to mingle with all sorts and conditions of men, but the hardest trial of his life is to tell this poor child that she is soon to die, and that she must be reconciled to the will of God. Ah, what need to tell her! for has she not longed for this hour and prayed often in the words of St. Paul to be dissolved and be with God? She wishes to make a general confession and all withdraw. General confession! A collection of mere trifles, and yet she shows a sorrow for her sins worthy of a Magdalen. She has been impatient — she has loved some of the Sisters more than others — she has kept all to herself a beads her little dying brother gave her as a keepsake — she would like to see her parents and her little sister for their sakes, but for her own she would rather die ere they arrive that she may give herself more freely to God — she was ordered to take more rest and nourishment and did not fully obey. Then the confessor asks a few questions, and her great bright eyes open in silent wonder, for he speaks of things she does not understand— of sins she did not know existed. " Father, have I made a good confession? " " My poor child, yes." " Father, do you think I will be saved? " Saved? What can the man answer? With tears in his eyes and with trembling voice he says: " My poor child, may God help me and my other poor penitents if you find salvation difficult. But," he continues, "throw yourself on the mercy of God
