Thus, by the piety of a son and a brother, were the three bodies of these members of this pious and renowned family united again after a temporary separation.  “Lovely and comely in their life, even in death they were not divided.”  In a Catholic cemetery, in the vicinity of New York, can now be seen a beautiful monument of Italian marble, with the names, ages, and places of the nativity of Arthur O’Clery, and his wife Cecilia, and their son Eugene, inscribed in a neat cruciform slab in one of the faces of the monument.  In another slab are carved, in “bold relief,” the little vase of shamrocks brought by the family from Ireland, together with the Rosary and Cross, suspended from the hand of the virgin holding the child.  On the third square of the tomb is conspicuous a figure of Erin, holding in her right hand a crucifix, and with the left hand pointing it to her children, with the words, “Sola spes nostra, ubi crux ibi patria”—­“This is our only hope; wherever the cross is honored, call that your country.”

After having seen to the proper execution of all things in reference to the tomb of his family, Paul O’Clery, with a heavy heart, returned to acquaint his little brother Patrick and sister Bridget about the fate of Eugene.  He did not forget, however, before quitting the last resting-place of his parents and brother, to have the grave fenced round with a neat iron rail; and fixing all inside the fence in the form of two pretty flower beds, he, with his own hands, carefully planted the roots of the shamrocks which were brought from Ireland, and which he luckily found in Mr. Gulvert’s kitchen garden, where they had been thrown, after having been taken from Eugene.  And to this very day these shamrocks flourish—­neither frost, nor cold, nor parching heat, nor inclement seasons being able to retard their growth; as if their verdure and flourishing vegetation were supplied from the pure and genuine Irish clay to which the bodies of the three O’Clerys have been long since reduced.

Paul now saw his people reduced by more than one half.  When they left Ireland, they were seven in number; now they were only three.  He was too well trained in Christian resignation, however, to repine at what evidently appeared to him the dispensation of Heaven.  After the example of holy Job, therefore, he praised the Lord, to whom, if he deprived him of his good parents, he was also indebted for being placed under the care of such patterns of virtue.  These several trials, and the consequent distractions in which they involved him, made him more disgusted than ever with the world; and his desire to consecrate himself to God in the holy priesthood became stronger and stronger every day.  The Almighty seemed to have some special mission in view for this spotless child of St. Patrick, when his mercy had conducted him, like the children in the fiery furnace, so early through such meritorious trials and sufferings, as it requires the most faithful correspondence with grace to endure, and it falls to the lot of a few to encounter.