And he laughed loudly while his heart ached, and he told her stories
until she forgot her tears and laughed too. And that night as he
watched her fall off to sleep he knelt down in the straw and prayed:

"Oh, kape her always like she is now--always just a sweet, innocent,
pure little creature. Kape the mother in her always, dear Lord, so
that she may grow in Your likeness and join my poor, dear Angela in
the end. Amen."

Those were indeed glorious days for Peg. She never forgot them in
after life.

Waking in the freshness of the early morning, making their frugal
breakfast, feeding the faithful old horse and then starting off
through the emerald green for another new and wonderful day, to
spread the light of the "Cause."

O'Connell had changed very much since the days of St. Kernan's Hill.
As was foreshadowed earlier, he no longer urged violence. He had
come under the influence of the more temperate men of the party, and
was content to win by legislative means, what Ireland had failed to
accomplish wholly by conflict. Although no one recognised more
thoroughly than O'Connell what a large part the determined attitude
of the Irish party, in resisting the English laws, depriving them of
the right of free speech, and of meeting to spread light amongst the
ignorant, had played in wringing some measure of recognition and of
tolerance from the bitter narrowness of the English ministers.

What changed O'Connell more particularly was the action of a band of
so-called "Patriots" who operated in many parts of Ireland--maiming