pg 199 But alas! it was only the forerunner of the dreadful stroke that was soon to fall like a thunder-clap on N.D. du Lac. Ten days after the burial of F. Curley, F. Cointet himself fell sick on his return from a mission. It would be useless to attempt here to describe the fears and anguish of the whole house during the eight days of his malady. For eleven years he had been the glory, the light, the joy, and the life of the community and of the mission. His piety, zeal and devotedness had never for a moment lagged. Gifted with wonderful activity and rare talents, he had employed every day since his arrival in the New World in the salvation of souls and to the glory of God. Of him could be said, although in a far inferior manner, what is written of the Saviour of men: "He went about doing good."--Acts X., 38. To preserve such a precious life, everyone in the house had considered it a duty to offer his own life; but God willed this great sacrifice, and there only remained for the community to bend their wills and to seek consolation in the words of Our Saviour: Fiat voluntas tua. The death of this dear Father caused universal mourning to