Mr McCullagh was, however, neither blind nor indifferent. , Hard he be,j but just at, that period he came nearer loving his first-born than had ever been; the case since the boy was two years old.’ Deep down in. the depths of the flintiest, nature there is implanted a desire to be -mourned after and remembered when: earth’s cares and vanities are for us no more; and Mr McCullagh, Beeing the child’s grief for. his mother, longed per chance for even a modicum of that attach ment to be transferred to him.
