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My happiness shall have a royal inauguration!!" I do not know whether I ever told you, my friend, that, after those fatal events, seeing Dagobert and his wife reduced to misery, poor "Mother Bunch" hardly able to earn a wretched subsistence, Agricola soon to become a father, and myself deprived of my curacy, and suspended by my bishop, for having given religious consolations to a Protestant, and offered up prayers at the tomb of an unfortunate suicide--I considered myself justified in employing a small portion of the sum intrusted to me by Mdlle.de Cardoville in the purchase of this farm in Dagobert's name.

"Yes, my friend, such is the origin of my fortune.The farmer to whom these few acres formerly belonged, gave us the rudiments of our agricultural education, and common sense, and the study of a few good practical books, completed it.From an excellent workman, Agricola has become an equally excellent husbandman; I have tried to imitate him, and have put my hand also to the plough there is no derogation in it, for the labor which provides food for man is thrice hallowed, and it is truly to serve and glorify God, to cultivate and enrich the earth He has created.

Dagobert, when his first grief was a little appeased, seemed to gather new vigor from this healthy life of the fields; and, during his exile in Siberia, he had already learned to till the ground.Finally, my dear adopted mother and sister, and Agricola's good wife, have divided between them the household cares; and God has blessed this little colony of people, who, alas! have been sorely tried by misfortune, and who now only ask of toil and solitude, a quite, laborious, innocent life, and oblivion of great sorrows.Sometimes, in our winter evenings, you have been able to appreciate the delicate and charming mind of the gentle "Mother Bunch," the rare poetical imagination of Agricola, the tenderness of his mother, the good sense of his father, the exquisite natural grace of Angela.Tell me, my friend, was it possible to unite more elements of domestic happiness? What long evenings have we passed round the fire of crackling wood, reading, or commenting on a few immortal works, which always warm the heart, and enlarge the soul! What sweet talk have we had, prolonged far into the night! And then Agricola's pastorals, and the timid literary confidences of Magdalen! And the fresh, clear voice of Angela, joined to the deep manly tones of Agricola, in songs of simple melody! And the old stories of Dagobert, so energetic and picturesque in their warlike spirit! And the adorable gayety of the children, in their sports with good old Spoil-sport, who rather lends himself to their play than takes part in it--for the faithful, intelligent creature seems always to be looking for somebody, as Dagobert says--and he is right.

Yes, the dog also regrets those two angels, of whom he was the devoted guardian!

"Do not think, my friend, that our happiness makes us forgetful.No, no;

not a day passes without our repeating, with pious and tender respect, those names so dear to our heart.And these painful memories, hovering forever about us, give to our calm and happy existence that shade of mild seriousness which struck you so much.No doubt, my friend, this kind of life, bounded by the family circle, and not extending beyond, for the happiness or improvement of our brethren, may be set down as selfish;

but, alas! we have not the means--and though the poor man always finds a place at our frugal table, and shelter beneath our roof, we must renounce all great projects of fraternal action.The little revenue of our farm just suffices to supply our wants.Alas! when I think over it, notwithstanding a momentary regret, I cannot blame my resolution to keep faithfully my sacred oath, and to renounce that great inheritance, which, alas! had become immense by the death of my kindred.Yes, I believe I performed a duty, when I begged the guardian of that treasure to reduce it to ashes, rather than let it fall into the hands of people, who would have made an execrable use of it, or to perjure myself by disputing a donation which I had granted freely, voluntarily, sincerely.And yet, when I picture to myself the realization of the magnificent views of--my ancestor--an admirable Utopia, only possible with immense resources--and which Mdlle.de Cardoville hoped to carry into execution, with the aid of M.Francois Hardy, of Prince Djalma, of Marshal Simon and his daughters, and of myself--when I think of the dazzling focus of living forces, which such an association would have been, and of the immense influence it might have had on the happiness of the whole human race--my indignation and horror, as an honest man and a Christian, are excited against that abominable Company, whose black plots nipped in their bud all those great hopes, which promised so much for futurity.What remains now of all these splendid projects? Seven tombs.For my grave also is dug in that mausoleum, which Samuel has erected on the site of the house in the Rue Neuve-Saint-Francois, and of which he remains the keeper--faithful to the end!

"I had written thus far, my friend, when I received your letter.So, after having forbidden you to see me, your bishop now orders that you shall cease to correspond with me.Your touching, painful regrets have deeply moved me, my friend.Often have we talked together of ecclesiastical discipline, and of the absolute power of the bishops over, us, the poor working clergy, left to their mercy without remedy.It is painful, but it is the law of the church, my friend, and you have sworn to observe it.Submit as I have submitted.Every engagement is binding upon the man of honor! My poor, dear Joseph! would that you had the compensations which remained to me, after the rupture of ties that I so much value.But I know too well what you must feel--I cannot go on I find it impossible to continue this letter, I might be bitter against those whose orders we are bound to respect.Since it must be so, this letter shall be my last.Farewell, my friend! farewell forever.My heart is almost broken.

"GABRIEL DE RENNEPONT."