And now, counting my own
fifty years here, that must have been two hundred years ago.'
"Then the monk said: 'God has given me such happiness as He gives to
few until they are with Him in Heaven, for these two hundred years
have seemed to me to be only a part of a day. Now hear my confession,
for I know that I soon shall die.'
"So the other monk heard his confession, and before midnight he died.
And this was the way that God had chosen to show him the meaning of
His word."
It was a pretty story, but Kathleen understood no more than before.
"No," said her grandmother, "you cannot understand, and I cannot. We
live here such a little while and we are so shut in by time, that we
cannot understand how it is with those who live always. But we shall
understand when the right time comes, and then we shall wonder how we
could ever wonder. And I will tell you another story about it, not to
make you understand, but to show you how it is.
"Long ago Finn McCool was the great champion of Ireland. He had many
warriors, who were called Fenians.
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