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AT MASS.
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At Maria. Thus the choir is slnglnr
as down the aUle my lady mates ner way;
Her dainty drtws, a faint sweet perfume flinging
To comfort Uote by whom she my not stay.
Obi cruel Tell, that hides, and yet disclose.
The maddening (lances of her 1 quid eye.
The dewy Hps, whose yet nngaihered roses
Tern pt one to taste, or die.
Gratia Plena. ' On the sombre rallinir.
1 hat liitle, ungloved band looks atringelr fair.
Ob! for one movement of my darling, telling
She feela my presence, evju while at prayer!
No! ool 'tis wrong to deem one thought ia ijlen
In holy place, from lh vt purt heart, t . nn.
fiweet tain-.! Thy tow are paid alone to Hearen.
And I I worship thea.
SHI.
Ats Maria. How my heart doe flatter!
I know he waited here to so me come.
That be might look the lore he dared not utter.
Twssvary foolish. Domlnas tecum.
Gratia Plena. Since tbai time I met him,
Aoa dropped a rose. Pre see him eTery day.
Pm sure, if papa knew, he would noC le him
Follow me rou id this way.
Dace Nobis. Blessed Mother, holy,
Help mi my wandering fancies to control.
I cannot fix my them his upon thee solely
While bis blue eye are looking thro my soul.
Dona Pacem. How the crowd does press ate!
I see that he hai moved froaa where he stood.
'Twculd be too bold if he should dare address me;
1 almost wish he would.
Fannie M. Pugh.
JULIA'S CHOICE.
"Don't you bs satisfied with being
nothing but a farmer, Alfred, my son. A
, farmer, ugh! No young man of any
spirit will be content to settle down to
the dull, stupid, unpopular life of a
farmer. Set your mark higher, my
son."
"I wonder what Caleb ia going to make
of himself. I suppose a doctor or law
yer, or something of that kind. He likes
boohs and I don't."
"I don't want yon to, my son. Mer
chants are the great men now-a-days.
Tbey are rich, and their wives and fami
lies dress like queens, and live in great
style. Think how we might have lived
if "your father had been a merchant in
stead of a farmer. Ugh! I hate a farm
and all that is about it."
"Caleb says if his father had lived he
wnnl Viava Kaati a farmor. FT think
there is nothing like it."
"Let him tbink so, Alfred. But do
you look higher. I spoke to your unole
to find a place for you in some store in
the city, and you know how Abbott Law
rence and hundreds of others became
rich and prosperous from poor clerks, as
they were when they began, and you
may do so, too. Then you ean hope to
get a lady for a wife, for what lady will
marry a farmer? I want to see my son
be somebody in the world. How happy
I should be" to have you drive out here
to the old farm with your wife, a fine
lady. But I hope your father will be
induced to sell the old farm after a few
years and live in the village among folks,
so we can be srvmebody in our old age,
at least."
"Caleb is always talking about what a
charming place this is, when he is home
from college."
"Well, let him; he hasn't a very as
piring mind. He lacks ambition. Any
body can see that, for he is always carried
away with vulgar notions. He will
spend hours watching lam ds racing about
the pasture, or take great interest in sit
ting down with the turkeys and young
chickens around him. Then he's in love
with the trees and wild flowers, any
thing rocks, weeds, woods, any such
oommon things, take his fancy. Hel
never amount to much, no matter how
much learning he may get. Your father
says he won't have much money left
when he gets through college. Your
father has one good trait, lie knows
enough to feather his own nest while
taking care of other folks property. So
I hope we will be able to leave the old
isiia buiuo uaj,
All the hopes and aspirations of Mrs.
Thurber were realized in a shorter time
than she dared to hope for. Her brother
succeeded in getting Alfred into a very
good position in a large store in the city,
and yielding finally to her importunity
Mr. Thurber consented to let the old
farm and move into the village with his
wife and daughters.
Caleb, mentioned above, was the son
of a distant relative of Mrs. Thurber, a
lawyer of considerable wealth. The
father and mother both died when Caleb
was about twelve years old, and Mr.
Thurber became his guardian and took
him into his own family. The father
expressed a wish that if he showed any
inclination to books he should be sent to
college, then left f reo to choose whatever
pursuit he might like.
Perhaps no more of the young man's
patrimony stuck to the fingers of Mr.
Thurber than the law would allow; but
certain it is. he was sure to make the
most he could out of the funds entrusted
to his hands, and the ingenuity of his
wife not unfrequently aided him in add
ing some dollars to their yearly claim.
The next year Caleb went to college,
the farm was let and the fumily removed
to tho village, a prosperous place of
wealth and enterprise, quite given to
aristocratic notions and ambitious of
city ways and styles. The first year the
farm was let for $20. The second year it
had to be let to a new tenant, as the first
moved west, content with having made
the most he could from the place. The
second year it was routed for $175. so
badly was everything about the place
left out of repair and at loose ends. The
farm fared little better the second and
third years, and at the end of that time
a new tenant had to be found, who re
fused t give over $150 a yejr and put
in repair what was left dilapidated by his
predecessors. This sum was not very
tanch more thaa the taxes, which had
increased while the rent bad deoreased.
Alfred had meanwhile greatly pros
pered, lie had gained the confidence
and esteem of bit employers and had
been adv need till he held a prominent
place in the lsrp;e establishment with a
good salary. His mother's brightest vis
ions were even more than realized. He
had become a city gentleman, far, far
above any luckless, low-minded wight
who was content to be a farmer. He
dressed in the highest style, and his
lofty, genteel ways were the delight of
Lis mother, and one holiday a fine car
riage drove up to Mr. Thurber's door,
and Alfred stepped out and handed outa
young lady dressed like himself, in Use
very pink and blossom of fashion. His
mother's heart was full. Her ambition
was just about satisfied as her son intro
duced to her "Miss Hawkinson," the
daughter of one of his wealthy em
plovers.
Meanwhile tne orpuan Caleb had grad
uated from college, but what were college
honors compared with the city triumphs
of Alfred. He bad been wont in days
past io consider aieo as nis superior,
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but he cow scarcely deigned to notice
him. Caleb held to his love of thoso
things which Alfred's mother considered
vulgar. He had expected to find himself
the possessor of many mote hundreds
than was turned over to nim when he had
attained his majority, which was very
soon after he graduated from college.
He supposed everyihing just and gener
ous had been done, and, in fact, only
what was claimed te be right though
the sum was large was allowed to the
guardian, whose account, had it been
more carefully and strictly looked into,
would have been found to have many
charges of items that it would -have been
hard for the guardian to aocount for sat
isfactorily.
However. Caleb was disposed to take
quietly what was passed over to him and
mane the bast of it. Bis superior schol
arship at once opened to him an excel
lent opportunity as a teacher, which he
at once accepted; though had he been
possessed of the funds he supposed him
self entitled to, be designed to have
given himself to agricultural pursuits at
enoe. But our disappointments and the
breaking in upon our plans by a wise
Providence, who knows far better what
is more suitable for us than we ourselves
do, prove, if ire aocept the way open to
us with unfaltering trusi, our highest
good.
With this feeling Caleb accepted the
position offered him, and for three years
gave himself to the duties of a teacher
in a high school. H's salary the first
year was moderate; but when his capac
ity became known, his compensation was
made generous greater than he had an
ticipated. With the people of Thornville, success
was the highest virtue; or, if not a vir
tue, it stood in their minds as of greater
value than what silly people called vir
tue, morality or culture. Alfred Thurber
was spoken of everywhere as a model for
young mea. "He was a lucky fellow,"
in Thornville parlance; and smiles and
marks of respect were showered upon
him from all whom he deigned to notice.
The proud heart of his mother was full
to overflowing. Her ambition knew do
bounds. Her eldest daughter, Lucy, was
soon engaged to one of the clerks in the
same establishment with Alfred. He was
very like Alfred; dashy, fine-looking and
genteel in manners.
Lucy was muoh like her mother, am
tious and fond of show and parade, and
when her riarriage took place it was
made a very notable affair and she went
to grace a fine city home. .
But the next daughter, Julia, was a
very different girl. Her beauty was less
striking, but yet vastly more attractive
to any one who could feel the power of
real excellence, beauty and sweetness
combined. Her mother felt she was a
trump card in her hands, and resolved
that he who received the hand of Julia
should be a king of wealth and popu
larity and importance in the eyes of the
world.
But in this she was destined to a great
disappointment just as her hopes were on
the point of realization. Alfred and his
wife same one day frem the oity, in their
usual style with a driver and span, and
with them came a gentleman whom it
hardly would do to call young, though
some years this side of forty. He was a
distant relation of Alfred's wife and a
member of a great firm in New York
city, which was among the leading
houses in that city. He was tall, slightly
bald, but fine looking, courtly in his
manners and address, and intelligent in
the ways of the world.
He was looked upon by the family and
the people of Thornville, for he spent
several days thore, as quite a lion. The
very thing whioh Mrs. Thurber desired
did occur; Mr. Hurlburt fell deeply in
love with Julia, but, incredible to relate,
Julia was so cold and distant toward him
as though it were impossible for her
heart to feel the soft passion of love. Her
mother bore it for a time in silence, but
when she saw do signs of giving away
of the icy fetters that seemed to hold
her heart and soul, she took her to task
and demanded to know what she oould
mean by such conduct. Julia made no
reply till she hal gone to her private
desk and took therefrom a letter, and
handed it to her mother to read; as she
glanced at the name of the writer and
ran her eye over the contents her coun
tenance changed, her faoa became red,
and the fire flashed from her eye.
"Julia!" she exclaimed, "what do you
mean by holding correspondence with
one so much beneath you." -
"You have not always thought him
so, mother."
"Well, you know, child, that affairs
with us have changed within the past
few years, and though Caleb is well
enough in his place, I will teaon him
better than to aspire to the hand of xsay
daughter."
"You will do no such thing, mother,"
said J ulia, calmly looking her mother in
the face.
"Do you mean to intimate to me that
you are going to refuse Mr. Hurlburt
and then accept this worthless boy Ca
leb?" "I do not only intimate, mother, but
I will say plainly, I shall never accept
any intimacy Irom Mr. Hurlbart,
of whom I know no harm; but Caleb has
my heart no, and had it ever since I
knew I hsd a heart made to love."
"You silly, foolish girl, I command
you to put a stop at once to all such silly
notions. I will have none of it. Mr.
Hurlburt is just the match I have been
hoping for you, and I am not going to
be disappointed by any silly notions of
yours."
"Mother, did you marry father simply
because your mother loved him, or took
a fanoy to him, or because you loved
him?"
"That is no matter of yours; it is your
duty to obey your mother, who knows
what is best for you a great deal better
than you, a girl of 18."
"I expect to live with the man I choose
for my husband, and not you. You had
a choice of a man, and I expect the same
privilege myself. If there is anything
to be said against the character of the
one I choc so, it is my duty to listen to
you, as my mother; but in nothing else,
and you have no right to diotate or inter
fere further.
"Julia Thurber! I am astonished and
pained to the heart's core to hear you
talk so. Just see what a life you turn
your back on in refusing Mr. Hulburt,
and what a sad fate you o noose for your
self in accepting so simple and worthless
a charaeter as Caleb Tuorton.
"Thtt, mother, is your estimation of
the two men and the two positions, not
mine."
"Just look at the position of your sis
ter Lucy, and the society she moves in
and the style she lives in. I should
think you would be ashamed to bring
such disgrace on your brother and sister
as to condescend to marry a man whose
highest ambition is to be a farmer. Julia
Thurber a farmer's wife! Jast think of
the degradation and disgrace"" to the
family, Julia!"
"Mother, it is wholly useless for us to
talk further upon this subject. I prefer
to follow tbe dictates of my own heart if
there is nothing against Ca'eb Thornton
only that he proposes to become a farm
er, thai even you, whom I have never
beiere refused to obey.
"You stubborn, willful child," said
Mrs. Thurber, as she rushed passionately
from tne room.
During tbe last year of Caleb's servioes
in the high school, his eye caught the
advertisement of the Thurber farm for
sale, as is stated, "at a bargain."
That, of all places on the earth, was
the one most desirable to Caleb, and it
had within a few weeks become more
especially so, as within that time Julia
Thurber had accepted the offer of his
hand and heart, and in language which
convinced him that his love was fully re
ciprocated. There was a friend of his in Thornville
to whom he wrote to ascertain the lowest
sum the Tnurber farm was to be had for,
and found that it was several hundred
dollars less than he bad anticipated, and,
as it was within his means, he at once
secured it.
When it was known he was intending
to leave the school at the end of the
year, the authorities made even a higher
bid for his services another year, and as
he was still young and Julia still under
twenty, they both thought it best for
him to continue and accept the proffered
salary.
The Thurber farm had, to one who
could appreciate tbe beauties of landscape
and almost everything attractive in na
ture, more than ordinary attractions. It
was located at the southeasterly foot of a
mountain whose local name was Gray
Beard
The rear of the farm indeed extended
part way up the slope of the mountain.
but this was the only woodland .part of
the farm, The wood ran along to the
eastward of the house extending up a
long but not difficult hill, the top of
whieh was crowned with wood and tim
ber. Directlv in front of the house ran
a small brook of clear soft water, fed by
never-failing springs in the woodland
part of the farm. In front of the house
was tbe principal field of the farm. This
was a broad plain, gently sloping toward
the pond and containing fifteen to twenty
acres, with scarcely a stone or a foot of
waste space upon it. There were besides
the long pasture two or three smaller in
closures alternately used for tillage or
pasturage. The house was a roomy old
fashioned farm house, such as is seen
everywhere in New England, and needs
no further description. The barns and
outbuildings were roomy and good, but
like the house, somewhat out of repair.
But the last year's salary as teacher
would more than pay for all neoeesary
improvements.
During the last year prior to the mar
riage of Julia and Caleb, the great bank
ing house of Thalgonbnrg & Hurlbut
had failed and gone into bankruptcy,
and this quite reconciled Mrs. Thurber
to the choice of Julia. But before many
years were passed other houses failed.
One of those periodical returns of disas
ter to trade and business closed up many
establishments onoe thought firm as the
hills, and that to whioh Alfred belonged
was one of them.
Both Alfred and Luoy's husband were
reduced almost to penury. It was hard
for tbeir wives to' give up the style in
which they had lived. Alfred was
obliged to aocept some position in a
manufacturing establishment to keep
himself and family from starvation.
Lucy's husband for a time man
aged to keep up the extravagance
of his household, whioh was quite a mys
tery, as no one knew of his having any
visible source of inoome. But the secret
at length camo out. He had become a
counterfeiter and a forger, and to escape
the penalties of the law was compelled to
flee the country, and Lucy was left to
her choice between the poorhouse and
her father's house, and to this broken
hearted she came with her two children.
Alfred no longer came to Thornville in
a carriage with a span and driver. Thin
and careworn with uncongenial toil, and
worse than alia thousand times, with tbe
complaints and reproaches of a wife
whom he oould no longer support in ex
travagance and fashion, and who, in con
sequence, showed him too plainly that
she really never knew or felt for him that
love which alone can be a man's solace in
the hour of trial and adversity.
"Ah," said he to Caleb one day, as he
came to the old home, now almost a par
adise of comfort and thrift, "what a fool
have I been to be allured from real com
fort and a life woith liaving, to become a
slave to the city."
"Come out now. The farm is large
enough for you and me, too," said Caleb.
"I find more, yes, twice as much, as I
can do well myself with all tbe help of
my wife, and she is a jewel to me. Come,
and you shall have just as muoh land as
you can manage and welcome."
"Caleb, it cannot be; my wife would
rather die than leave the city, and so I
must stay and go tbe daily treadmill
round for my daily bread and a place to
lay my head, and that none of the best
and happiest,"
Caleb would have been willing to have
Julia's father and mother return to the
old farm and live with them, for their
meanB of subsistence had well nigh run
out, but Julia herself objected. She
knew the temper and disposition of her
mother too well to have her with her,
though she was perfectly willing to sup- j
port them where they were.
"I prefer," said Julia to Caleb, "to
bring up our ohildren without any inter-1
ference, and you know grandparents are
often disposed to interfere in behalf of
their grandchildren to their disadvan
tage. We can make them just as com
fortable where they are."
BAMSUIMi TUB PAUFEES.
It has been the boast of Loughrea
union that the United States has never
returned any of its assisted emigrants.
Knowing that she had sent out many that
were not fit to be admitted into America,
I determined to probe, as far as I could,
the entire matter. The board of poor
law grardians consists of an equal num
ber of landlords, who, as magistrates, J.
P.'s, are members ex-ofllcio, and of elect
ed guardians. It is so managed that the
control of affairi& entirely; in the hands
of the landlord magistrates. That may
strike the mind of an independent Phila
delphian as something unholy in the
eyes of the goddess of liberly, that only
rich landlords can be magistrates.
Prom these same gentlemen, who all
love to write J. P. after their names, is
the county grand jury selected. The
system is admirable. A landlord mag
istrate evicts a tenant, and if the poor
man returns to the shelter of his lale
home, his magistrate landlord tries him,
sends him before a grand jury of land
lord magistrates, if the case allows, and
a petit jury selected by the sheriff who
is appointed by fie lord lieutenant gives
the final verdict. It would be difficult
to conceive any law serving more satis
factorily those who devised it. The
treatment of the poor by the union offi
cers of Loughrea will hardly be liable
to suspicion of encouraging pauperism.
Of course, the clerk to the board and
all other officers of the workhouse are
put in by landloardn. I have said this
much by way of preface.
The board meets every baturday after
noon in a large room in a . workhouse
overlooking Loughrea, a beautiful fresh
water lake of two by three miles. On a
recent Saturday I addressed a note to
the board asking permission to appear
before it, and make such interrogatories
as 1 tbougbt only tne board oinoiaiiy
could answer. I stated that I made the
request with all due respect and in pur
suance of my duties as correspondent of
the Philadelphia Press. Tne lack of
a fool, I suppose, was mine. It so hap
pened that a lawn tennis party had at
tracted most of the landlords, and the
board was at the mercy of the Philis
tines. On vote, I was admitted to the room.
and the clerk, who, I may add, is not
friendly to the elected guardians, was
instructed to reply to all my interroga
tories and to give me whatever informa
tion that he bad and that I desired.
The clerk's name was Patrick Eagan but
not of land league fame. Ho received
the instructions of the board as a bitter
pill. Poor fellow! he doubtless cursed
tbe landlords and the lawn tennis party
before I was through with him. The
shortest way for me to give you the
points is to repeat the interview. Mo
tives may be discerned in te clerk's
conduot that will throw light on the
ease.
When I entered the board room I re
marked that I should confine my in
quiries to matters relating to my gov
rnment. I said to the clerk:
"Are women who have illegetimate
children 'assisted' from this union?"
"They are not, sir; for a woman to
have an illegetimate child is an absolute
cause for a refusal of a grant of money."
"Do you know Teresa Reddington,
who went out with the thirty emigrants
from Loughrea recently?"
"I do, sir, well."
"Now. tell me. do you not know that
she had an illegitimate child?"
"She was married, sir.
"On what authority do you say that
she was?"
"Teresa Reddington was married, and
her husband died some time ago."
That was all I could get him to say.
yet he had a document before him at the
very moment, showing that leresa It al
dington bad an illigitimate in the very
workhouse where he was then standing.
two years and a half after the death of
her husband, and that its father was a
married -policeman in the town. The
mother had gotten an old woman to se-
erete the six months child for several
weeks, while she negotiated for her and
her legitimate child's passage to America
with the board. On her departure from
Galway, the old woman threw the ohild
on the union for support. The clerk.
who knew all the circumstances, con
nived at the facts, in order that the dis
solute, lazy, helpless woman might be
gotten off the poor rates. It was cbeaper
to keep the baby than an immoral,
orthless mother and another ohild.
Every one in tbe town was glad to get
the woman out of the' country. Again I
turned to the clerk.
"Weren't all the people who went out
recently paupers?"
"I would not call tbem that."
"Ilon't care what you would oa 11
them; weren't they on out-door relief?"
"For a short time, sir."
"That will do on that point. I want to
know whether or not all tho people who
were sent from Loughrea by the govern
ment were not paupers, or likely to be
come chargeable io the rates?"
"I would not say that, sir.
"Yon sit at every meeting of the board
and hear all that is said; will you tell
me, then, whether or not it is not the
common argument, the only criterion
tbat the people are e:tber paupers at tbe
time of application or from their circum
stances it is probable will be ohargeable
on the rates at any early day?"
"People are sent out who are never
chargeable on the rates."
The elected guardians eouM not be si
lent longer. A half-dozen spoke out
and said:
"You re right, sir; that's the truth;
They would never help a good, indus
trious man who wanted to go to America
to become prosperous and improve his
fortunes."
"Were not nearly all these people
originally intended for Canada?"
" We had thought of sending them to
Canada."
"Did not you intend sending them,
and did not you have to change your
mind? Did not the high commissioner
of Canada refuse to aocept them?"
"He did, sir."
"How did he know they were to go
there?"
"We always have to write to him be
fore we can send any emigrants, and
give the ages and conditions of the peo
ple to go."
"Do you write and ask the United
States?"
"No; it is not required."
"How, did not tbe Canadian govern
ment refuse these people because they
were paupers? I'll read you
the names.
They are: Connolly. Thomas, aged 45:
Mary Anne, 35; Michael, 11; Bridget 9;
Patrick, 7; .Thomas, 4; John' C months;
Dooley, Mary, 40; Mary, 18; Bridget,17;
Patrick, 14; Margaret, 10; Miohael, 5;
li-gan, John, 42; Mary, 401 John, 14;
Joseph, 10; Mary Ann, 11; Michael, 7;
Bridget, 6; Kate, 2; Keough, John, 33;
Mary, 33; Mary, 11; John. 9 ; Elizabeth,
7; Bridget 5; Sarah, 6 months; Bed
dington; Teresa, 27; Joseph, 7.
"No, sir. He declined to receive them
because they had too many children.
Hs said the family eould not earn a sup
port." Then the refuse of Canada, which have
been specified as paupers, you dress up
nicely and give a little pookes change to.
and land them under such sham on
American shores?"
"Oh, I would not put it tbit wav."
"Did it not cost you 25 sterling uaore
to get rid of them at the united States
port of Boston?"
"It did."
"Do you know all the people who have
been sent out of Loughrea?'
"Very well."
"Are their ages not falsified to the
better secure their passing with too
close scrutiny in America? I don't mind
telling you that the emigrant agent,
John Sweeney, who took them to Gal
way and put them on ship board for the
union, told me tbat he knevr them to be
older -than the ages giren.
"I tbink not, sir."
Picking up a full list of ill the emi
grants from the union, my eye fell on
three women in a row, ages 30, 27 and
22. The woman 30 had a child 15, wiiich
would date her wedding at fourteen
years; the woman 27 had a child aged 10
years, making her marry at Jl6, and the
youngest woman had a child 6, making
her marry at 15. I called attention of
the board to the "early marriages." The
board all said that the Irish i girls do not
marry so young as 14, 15 and 16. The
ages ef the parents had boen falsified,
but the children were left a i old as pos
sible. Tbe clerk laid the blame for dis
crepancies on another official .
The news of my invasion c f the board
and putting the clerk at defiance soon
got abroad anong the peo Die, who are
simply delighted at the resul t. The fact
that no emigrant "assisted" sy the gov
ernment is admittei to Canada without
the country's commissioners approval,
and that all the refuse are shipped to
America, may suggest bo Speaker
Randall the propriety of ac altercation
of the emigration laws by congress. You
know that aa "assisted" passage means
that the people are paupers, and that
their clothes have boen furnished and
entire passage paid to America by the
government, besides which pocket
money is given each as in insurance
premium against their being returned on
the poor rates of the unions. All the in
formation that I can get, points to tbe
fact that all the people who were sent to
America by tbe government were pau
pers in fact. Most of the energetic and
those likely to become useful
citizens,
managed to get abroad in
Corr. Phila. Press.
other ways.
The Newhaven Fishwives.
Most picturesque of all
he figures to
be seen in Edinburgh are the Newhaven
fishwives. With short, full, blue oloth
petticoats, reaching barely to their
ankles; white blouses and g ay kerchiefs;
big, long-sleeved oloaks of the same
blue cloth, fastened at thi throat, but
flying loose, sleeves and all , as if thrown
on in haste; the girls bareheaded; the
married women with whit caps, stand
ing stiff and straight in a point on the
top of the head; two big wicker-work
ereels. one above the other, full of fish
packed securely, on their broad shoul
ders, and held in place by a! stout leather
strap passing around their foreheads,
they pull along at a steady, striding gait,
up hill and down, carrying weights that
it taxes a man's strength merely to lift.
In fact, it is a fishwife's boast that she
will run with a weight which it takes
two men to put on her bao't. By reason
of this great strength on the part of
the women, and their immemorial habit
of exercising it; perhaps a so from other
causes far back in the early days of Jut
land, where these curious Newhaven
fishing folk are said to have originated,
it has come about that tie Newhaven
men are a singularly docile and submis
sive raoe. The wives keep all tbe money
which they receive for the fish, and the
husbands take what is given them a
singular reversion of the sit lation in most
communities. I did not believe this
when it was told me, so I stopped three
fishwives one day, and, without mincing
matters, put the question direct to them.
Two of them were young, one old. The
young women laughed saucily, and the
old woman smiled, but they all replied
unhesitatingly, that they bad the spend
ing of all the money.
"It's a' spent i' the boos," said one,
anxious not to be thought too selfish
a' spent i' the hoos. The then, they cam
home an' tak their sleep, an' then they'll
be aff agen."
"It ud never do for the husbands to
stoop in the city, an be spendin a the
money," added the old woman, with
severe emphasis. J
Whoever would see the Newhaven
fish-wives at their best must be on the
Newhaven wharf by 7 j'clook in. the
morning, on a day when the trawlers
oome in and the fish is sol d. The soene
is a study for a painter.
The fish are in long, narrow boxes, on
the wharf, ranged at the base of the sea
wall; some sorted out, in piles, each kind
by itself; skates, with their long tails,
whioh look vicious, as if they oould kick,
hake, witches, brill, sole, flounders, huge
catfish, crayfish, and herrings by the
ton. The wall is erowded with men,
Edingburgh fishmongers, come to buy
cheap on the spot. The wall is not over
two feet wide, and here they stand, lean
ever, jostle, slip by to right and left of
each other, and run up and down in
their eager haste to oatoh the eye of one
auctioneer, or to get first speech with
another. The wharf is crowded with
women an army in blue, two hundred.
mree nunarea, as a time; wmte caps
a . ... .
oouping, eioows tnrusung. snrin voices
crying, fiery blue eyes shining it is a
sight worth going to Scotland for. If one
has had an affection for Christie John
stone, it is a delightful return of his old
admiration for her. A dozen faces whioh
might be Christie's own are flashing up
from theorowd; one understands on the
instant how tbat best of good stories
came to be written. A man with eyes
in ms bead and a pen in nis band oould
not have done less. Such fire, such hon
esty, saoh splendor of vitality, kindle
the women's faces. To spend a few
days vamong them would be to see
Christie Johnstone dramatized on all
aides. H. H., in September Atlantic.
MOSS' MINSTRELS.
Another Oregon Boy te the Front.
(Sunday Mercury, Portland.)
Few Oregon .boys are better known
than Waiter S. Moss, for many years a
resident of Oregon City, Salem and Port
land. A few .years ago Walter became
attached to Manager Stechhan's New
Market Theater staff, and in a short time
became his right hand man. Walter,
through close observation in the capacity
of general manager of all outside busi
ness, became convinced that there were
millions in a first-class minstrel com
pany, and proposed to Manager Stechhan
to go east at onoe and organize a com
pany that oould, and would, outshine
any that had ever shown up in Oregon.
No sooner said than done. In a week's
time we find our friend Walter quietly
folding his carpet bag under his arm,
and with a through ticket to New York,
bid his friends adieu. The eastern
dramatio papers contained advertise
ments the next week, "Wanted the best
talent that money can buy, for Waller S.
Moss' minstrel company. None but first-
class artists need apply. Tbe result
was that in a few weeks' time Walter had
fully organized and equipped ready for
the road one of the very best
minstrel companies that has ever ap
peared anywhere. The company con
sists of twenty-five first-class artists in
all the various minstrel lines. The Mir
ror Quartette, George Thatoher, son of
the "original George," who is said to
have inherited his father's talent to a
marked degree, Otis Bowers, Dan Young,
Sam Morton, comedians, are all names
that shine brightly among the stars of
minstrelsy in the east, none of wnom
have ever appeared on this coast. To
cap the climax, Walter engaged while on
the way from New York to Chicago the
pleasing young Boston prima donna,
Bessie Louise King, who is so well and
favorably known here. Walter's com
pany make a specialty of "refined min
strelsy," carefully avoiding anything
that borders on the broad or coarse, and
it is this that has made the reputation of
the company among those who seldom
go to a minstrel performance, and who
have always gone away well pleased and
glad to oome again. We have before us
a large scrap book full of the most com
plimentary notices regarding the per
formance of Walter's company, but will
only copy one from the Romeo, (Mich.)
Observer:
"Walter S. Moss minstrels played be
fore a Romeo audience last Saturday
night, and gave the best of satisfaction.
Infact.it was the best "burnt cork"
company that ever visited this place.
Miss Bessie Louise King, the prima
ddhna, formerly of the Hess Opera com
pany, took the house by storm. She has
a beautiful, clear voice, and sang with
much feeling. Otis Bowers, formerly
with Hi Henry, is "a daisy" and has no
eqnal in his business. The company is
a remarkably even one; should they ever
return to Romeo they will be greeted by
a packed house."
Walter Moss minstrels have a fine
brass band that makes a street parade
every day. The company are now play
ing at Helena, M. T., during fair week,
to packed houses, and will continue on
their way westward via N. P. R. R.,
playing at Deer Lodge, New Chicago,
Missoula, Spokane, Cheney, Sprague,
Walla Walla, Dayton, Pendleton, The
Dalles, and then open for a week's en
gagement at New Market theater, after
which they will play through the Wil
lamette valley, then Puget Sound, thence
to San Francisco and eastward over the
C. P. R. R. Walter's friends are proud
of the Oregon boy, and will testify their
friendship by crowding the New Market
theater during his eagagement here.
Saving tho Wheat.
Just when the reapers ought to have
been atwork in Miohigan it was raining
every day, and a dozen times per day,
and farmers were a blue lot. Sunday
came and it was a clear, fair day. At
Delhi, in Ingham county, a fair-sized
congregation had gathered at a country
church to hold the usual service, when
tbe minister arose and said:
"Brethren, the Lord has finally given
us a fair day."
He paused here, and a oouple of farm
ers slid out.
"He has given us six days to work and
one to rest, but during the last week you
have rested six."
Here four or five more went out, and
ho turned to the few left and oontinued:
"A farmer who has thirty acres of
wheat aching to be reaped should realize
that the Lord knows that no man oan
worship him on an empty stomach."
The last farmer started for home, and
the good man looked over the women
and ohildren and said:
"Old Mrs. Radwiok is nearly blind,
and Deacon Jackson has no wheat out.
I guess the three of us can visit with.the
Lord so well that he won't hear the rest
of yen driving the reapers and loading
the wagons." Wall Street News.
The scheme for introducing pictures
into elementary schools in England has
taken practioal shape; and an "Art for
Schools Association" has been formed,
with Mr. Buskin as president and Mr.
Mundella and the chairman of the Lon
don school board among the vice presi
dents. Besides the introduction of
pictures into schools, the association
proposes, so far as may be practicable,
to undertake oral instruction in the
national gallsry and elsewhere.
- A Carious Convention.
About three hundred ladies and gen
tlemen, eaoh wearing a badge of pale
blue ribbon on which were the letters
"N. D. M. C," met yesterday at Lyrio
hall, in Sixth avenue, opposite Reserve it
square. They were members of the Na
tional Mute convention, which then be
gan ita three dsys session. When the
hour for assembling arrived, a fine-looking
young man with dark-brown side
whiskers and mustache, stood at the en
trance to the hall and waved his white
pocket handkerchief, and at the same
time motioning toward the hall. A
number of young men who had hem
gathered in groups on the sidewalk, ges
ticulating and in that way gossiping at.
one another, stopped gesticulating : and
went into the hall. Then began the
most auiet convention ever held in this
city. The chairman, Professor R. P.
McGregor of Columbus, O., presided
and controlled, to a certain degree, the
groceedings without the use of a gavel,
uch an article would have been of no
use in his hand, for the sound of its rap-
ping would have fallen upon ears dead '
to the sharp cracks which have so often
brought windy politicians to order. A
wave of the hand was sufficient to attraot
attention or to quiet a too obstreperous .
member of the body whose proceedings,
unbroken bv anr noise, were oooesaive
in their silence save to the deaf mutes
themselves. To them there was appar
ently as much interest in the proceed
ings as to the members of anyeonven-.
tion of Bpeaking people. The enthusi
asm evoked by any speaker was mani
fested by the clapping of hands and
stamping of feet,' which seems, there
fore, to be a matter of impulse rather
than of education. This peculiarity was
noticeable about tbe clapping of tbe
hands. When it was Cone the hands
we're held up even with the face or above
the head, so that tbe rign speaker might
see, as he could not near, the signs of
aporoval. Tbe manifestation of the dis
approval of any sentiment uttered was to .
the hearing person less manifest, as It
was shown by a violent shaking of the
head or a vigorous waving of the uplift
ed hand. But it was perfectly apparent
to the speaker.
The morning session was formally
opened with prayer by tho Rev. Job '
Turner, a deaf mute minister from Vir
ginia. To the speaking person it was
a strnage and at the same time expres
sive and impressive invocation. There
was neither bowed heads nor closed eyes
in the audience, though there was evi
dent reverence for a God who had afflict
ed and yet was held merciful. Every
one watched intently the face and fin
gers of the round, gray-haired and
pleasant faced dominie as he asked for
God's blessing upon the deaf mutes and
for hjs direetion in any action they
might "take to improve their spiritual
and temporal welfare. At the conclusion
of the prayer. President McGregor, who
is an instructor in the State Institute for
the Deaf and Dumb at Co'.umbus, Ohio,
made his annual address in the sign lan
guage.
The afternoon session was devoted al
most entirely to the election of officers.
Preceding the report of the committee
on permanent organization, letters from
various persons who were unable to be
f resent were interpreted by the sign
an guage. One of these was from Mayor
Ed son, and another from the Rev. Dr.
Thomas Gnllardet of St. Ann's church.
He said his presence at the International
convention of teacher's of the deaf and
dumb at Brussels, Belgium, prevented
bim from being present. His assistant,
the Rev. John Chamberlain, promised
to bring to the conventioa to day for
exhibition the service of silver presented
to Dr. Gallaudet by the New England
convention of deaf mutes fifty years ago.
At the conclusion of the reading of these
letters, W. G. Jones, an instructor at
the institution for the deaf and dumb in
this city, and whose mother was at one
time a leading aotress in this oity, f sve
a remarkable exhibition of the sign lan
guage. He told the story of a mischiev
ous monkey who followed the minister
to church, and who, perched back of the
pulpit, imitated the actions of the minis
ter, much to the amusement of the au
dience and the disgust of the minister. ,
The letters of the deaf and dumb alpha
bet were not used, the whole story being
told in pantomime, the minister, monkey
and the laughing audience being so
oleverly depicted tqat no one oould mis
take the intention of tho narrator nor .
lose the thread of the story. N. Y.
Times, August 29th.
SHORT BUS.
i "I always call her my dear wife," said
Mr. Jenkins, "and I meant it. Yon
ought to see the bills come in."
v "Could ye lind me the loan of a pipe
an' to back j?" said Pat;"I have a match."
"What did you ray your friend is,
Tommy?" "A taxidermist." "Whafs
that?" "Why, he's a sort of animal up
holsterer." "Oh, she was a jewel of a wife!" said
Pat, mourning over the loss of his bet
ter half, "she always struck me with
the soft end of the mop."
Clerk of the Court. "Owen Doherty.
Are you Owen Doherty?" Prisoner
(with a merry twinkle in the eyes)
"Yes, begorra, I'm owin' everybody.''
A satisfactory aaswer,: Barber "Dear
me, your beard's very strong; how often
do you shave?" Van J boom (Dutch
mariner) "Dree dimes a week effary
tay bot Sondays; ten I shaves cflerej
tay. London Punch.
A colored girl in Atlanta, Ga., was
knocked over by an engine, and in a few
minutes got up as if nothing unususl
had happened, and looking after tbe en-
gine, said: "You's got a heap ob polite
ness to serve a lady dat way." "
She was a sweetly inexperianoed
young housekeeper, as one may gather
from her remark- when some one sug
gested that sue should purchase spring
mattresses. "Yes," she replied,"if they
are in season we'd better have some."
A Parisian author has translated
Shakespeare's line, "Out, brief candle!"
In French, thus: "Get out, short can
dle!" That isn't as bad as the transla
tion of an exolamation of Milton's by a
Freshman, who rendered "Hail, hor
rors, hail!" thus: "How d'ye do, hor
rors, dow d'ye do?"
J