As he was going into another room he said:
“I will give you the silver chalice you want, to offer the holy sacrifice of mass the rest of your days.”
But, he came back and said:
“My secretary is absent, and has the key of the trunk which contains those vases.”
“It makes no difference, my lord,” I replied, “please order your secretary to put that chalice in the hands of Rev. Mr. Brassard, who will forward it, with a box of books which he has to send me to Chicago, next week.”
The bishop very kindly promised to do so; and he fulfilled his promise. The next day, the precious gift was put in the hands of Mr. Brassard, in presence of several priests.
It was sent, the following week, to Chicago, where I got it, and that fine silver chalice is still in my possession.
I then fell on my knees, and said:
“My lord, I am just leaving Canada for the Far West, please give me your benediction.”
He blessed me and pressed me to his heart with a tenderness of a father, saying: