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er hands were clasped round her knees。 It was evident that she was some one in hopeless trouble； and as such it was my duty to stop and speak。 I naturally addressed her first in Flemish； believing her to be one of the lower class of inhabitants。 She shook her head； but did not look up。 Then I tried French； and she replied in that language； but speaking it so indifferently； that I was sure she was either English or Irish； and consequently spoke to her in my own native tongue。 She recognized my voice； and； starting up； caught at my robes； dragging me before the blessed shrine； and throwing herself down； and forcing me； as much by her evident desire as by her action； to kneel beside her； she exclaimed：
〃'O Holy Virgin！ you will never hearken to me again； but hear him； for you know him of old； that he does your bidding； and strives to heal broken hearts。 Hear him！'
〃She turned to me。
〃'She will hear you； if you will only pray。 She never hears ME： she and all the saints in heaven cannot hear my prayers； for the Evil One carries them off； as he carried that first away。 O； Father Bernard； pray for me！'
〃I prayed for one in sore distress； of what nature I could not say； but the Holy Virgin would know。 Bridget held me fast； gasping with eagerness at the sound of my words。 When I had ended； I rose； and； making the sign of the Cross over her； I was going to bless her in the name of the Holy Church； when she shrank away like some terrified creature； and said …
〃'I am guilty of deadly sin； and am not shriven。'
〃'Arise； my daughter；' said I； 'and come with me。' And I led the way into one of the confessionals of St。 Jaques。
〃She knelt； I listened。 No words came。 The evil powers had stricken her dumb； as I heard afterwards they had many a time before； when she approached confession。
〃She was too poor to pay for the necessary forms of exorcism； and hitherto those priests to whom she had addressed herself were either so ignorant of the meaning of her broken French； or her Irish… English； or else esteemed her to be one crazedas； indeed； her wild and excited manner might easily have led any one to thinkthat they had neglected the sole means of loosening her tongue； so that she might confess her deadly sin； and； after due penance； obtain absolution。 But I knew Bridget of old； and felt that she was a penitent sent to me。 I went through those holy offices appointed by our Church for the relief of such a case。 I was the more bound to do this； as I found that she had come to Antwerp for the sole purpose of discovering me； and making confession to me。 Of the nature of that fearful confession I am forbidden to speak。 Much of it you know； possibly all。
〃It now remains for her to free herself from mortal guilt； and to set others free from the consequences thereof。 No prayers； no masses； will ever do it； although they may strengthen her with that strength by which alone acts of deepest love and purest self…devotion may be performed。 Her words of passion； and cries for revengeher unholy prayers could never reach the ears of the holy saints！ Other powers intercepted them； and wrought so that the curses thrown up to heaven have fallen on her own flesh and blood； and so； through her very strength of love； have brused and crushed her heart。 Henceforward her former self must be buried；yea； buried quick； if need be；but never more to make sign； or utter cry on earth！ She has become a Poor Clare； in order that； by perpetual penance and constant service of others； she may at length so act as to obtain final absolution and rest for her soul。 Until then； the innocent must suffer。 It is to plead for the innocent that I come to you； not in the name of the witch； Bridget Fitzgerald； but of the penitent and servant of all men； the Poor Clare； Sister Magdalen。〃
〃Sir；〃 said I； 〃I listen to your request with respect； only I may tell you it is not needed to urge me to do all that I can on behalf of one； love for whom is part of my very life。 If for a time I have absented myself from her； it is to think and work for her redemption。 I； a member of the English Churchmy uncle； a Puritanpray morning and night for her by name： the congregations of London； on the next Sabbath； will pray for one unknown； that she may be set free from the Powers of Darkness。 Moreover； I must tell you； sir； that those evil ones touch not the great calm of her soul。 She lives her own pure and loving life； unharmed and untainted； though all men fall off from her。 I would I could have her faith！〃
My uncle now spoke。
〃Nephew；〃 said he； 〃it seems to me that this gentleman； although professing what I consider an erroneous creed； has touched upon the right point in exhorting Bridget to acts of love and mercy； whereby to wipe out her sin of hate and vengeance。 Let us strive after our fashion； by almsgiving and visiting of the needy and fatherless； to make our prayers acceptable。 Meanwhile； I myself will go down into the north； and take charge of the maiden。 I am too old to be daunted by man or demon。 I will bring her to this house as to a home； and let the Double come if it will！ A company of godly divines shall give it the meeting； and we will try issue。〃
The kindly； brave old man！ But Father Bernard sat on musing。
〃All hate；〃 said he； 〃cannot be quenched in her heart； all Christian forgiveness cannot have entered into her soul； or the demon would have lost its power。 You said； I think； that her grandchild was still tormented？〃
〃Still tormented！〃 I replied； sadly； thinking of Mistress Clarke's last letterHe rose to go。 We afterwards heard that the occasion of his coming to London was a secret political mission on behalf of the Jacobites。 Nevertheless； he was a good and a wise man。
Months and months passed away without any change。 Lucy entreated my uncle to leave her where she was；dreading； as I learnt； lest if she came； with her fearful companion； to dwell in the same house with me； that my love could not stand the repeated shocks to which I should be doomed。 And this she thought from no distrust of the strength of my affection； but from a kind of pitying sympathy for the terror to the nerves which she clearly observed that the demoniac visitation caused in all。
I was restless and miserable。 I devoted myself to good works； but I performed them from no spirit of love； but solely from the hope of reward and payment； and so the reward was never granted。 At length； I asked my uncle's leave to travel； and I went forth； a wanderer； with no distincter end than that of many another wandererto get away from myself。 A strange impulse led me to Antwerp； in spite of the wars and commotions then raging in the Low Countriesor rather； perhaps； the very craving to become interested in something external； led me into the thick of the struggle then going on with the Austrians。 The cities of Flanders were all full at that time of civil disturbances and rebellions； only kept down by force； and the presence of an Austrian garrison in every place。
I arrived in Antwerp； and made inquiry for Father Bernard。 He was away in the country for a day or two。 Then I asked my way to the Convent of Poor Clares； but； being healthy and prosperous； I could only see the dim； pent…up； gray walls； shut closely in by narrow streets； in the lowest part of the town。 My landlord told me； that had I been stricken by some loathsome disease； or in desperate case of any kind； the Poor Clares would have taken me； and tended me。 He spoke of them as an order of mercy of the strictest kind； dressing scantily in the coarsest materials； going barefoot； living on what the inhabitants of Antwerp chose to bestow； and sharing even those fragments and crumbs with the poor and helpless that swarmed all around； receiving no letters or communication with the outer world； utterly dead to everything but the alleviation of suffering。 He smiled at my inquiring whether I could get speech of one of them； and told me that they were even forbidden to speak for the purposes of begging their daily food； while yet they lived； and fed others upon what was given in charity。
〃But；〃 exclaimed I； 〃supposing all men forgot them！ Would they quietly lie down and die； without making sign of their extremity？〃
〃If such were the rule the Poor Clares would willingly do it； but their founder appointed a remedy for such extreme cases as you suggest。 They have a bell'tis but a small one； as I have heard； and has yet never been rung in the memory man： when the Poor Clares have been without food for twenty…four hours； they may ring this bell； and then trust to our good people of Antwerp for rushing to the rescue of the Poor Clares； who have taken such blessed care of us in all our straits。〃
It seemed to me that such rescue would be late in the day； but I did not say what I thought。 I rather turned the conversation； by asking my landlord if he knew； or had ever heard； anything of a certain Sister Magdalen。
〃Yes；〃 said he； rather under his breath； 〃news will creep out； even from a convent of Poor Clares。 Sister Magdalen is either a great sinner or a great saint。 She does more； as I have heard； than all the other nuns put together； yet； when last month they would fain have made her mother…su