Then  came  a  procession  in  union  with  a  great  Belgian
pilgrimage  which  had  come  to  meet  us ;  but  here  my
courage  failed  and  I  slunk  home.  Again  I  did  not
sleep  at  all.  Rising  at  3  a.m.  in  that  cold,  dark  time
before  dawn,  and  lighted  by  our  kind  hostess,  we  joined
the  groups  of  pilgrims  who  were  straggling  down  to  the
station.  Even  at  that  hour  the  local  priests  and  people
had  gathered  to  see  us  off,  and  took  leave  of  us  with
cries  of  *  Vive  le  Sacre  Cceur  !  Vivent  les  A  nglais  !  Vive
VAngleterreT  To  which  we  answered,  *  Vive  la  France  /'
In  the  misty  dawn  we  left  sweet  Paray,  our  eyes  heavy
with  sleep."

The  pilgrimage,  as  may  be  gathered  from  the  im-
promptu record  of  its  girl  historian,  had  been  successful
from  every  point  of  view.  It  was  a  pioneer  effort,
but  it  set  an  example  which  has  been  followed
again  and  again,  so  that  organised  pilgrimages  from
our  shores  have  long  ago  resumed  their  old  place
among  the  commonest  manifestations  of  Catholic  life
and  devotion.
Another  journey  must  find  its  record  here.  In
January,  1875,  the  Bishop  again  left  England,  on  what
proved  his  last  visit  to  the  United  States.  He  was  taking
out  another  party  of  missioners  from  St.  Joseph's  College.
