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8                                 A  FEW MEMORIES
joined in the general chorus of holiday-makers. Pater Anton was the gayest of them all, for though a man of great learning, an accomplished linguist, a fine musician, and an eloquent preacher, he was the simplest of his simple flock. His appearance was so striking that passers-by turned to look at him in the street. He was tall, with an habitual stoop. His features were finely chiselled, and his straight black hair, worn long, was cut like Liszt's. He had the most beautiful mouth and teeth I have ever seen, the sweetest smile, and the heartiest laugh in the world. My mother could not have chosen a better friend for herself or for her children. His tender love for the young was proverbial. Pie was often known to leave the most important visitor to attend to the wants of some little one who happened to come into his presence.
" Dans nos souvenirs la mort touche la nais-sance." My father died when I was but three years of age, and within a few months of the birth of my brother. He died at Mobile at the age of twenty-four, in the full flush of his youth, " extinguished, not decayed." I remember nothing of his voice, look, or manner; nor have we any portrait of him now remaining.