There was plenty of gambling in London at the end of the last century,

and ladies took a prominent part in it. Faro was then a favorite game,

and ladies who were in the habit of keeping a bank used to be called

"Faro's Daughters." Of these, Lady Archer and Lady Buckinghamshire were

the most notorious, and Mrs. Sturt, Mrs. Hobart, and Mrs. Concannon were

also noted gamblers. The usual method was for some great lady to give an

entertainment at which faro was played, when the lady who took the bank

gave her £25 towards the expenses. St. James's Square was the scene of

many of these revels. The _Times_ of April 2, 1794, stated that "one of

the Faro Banks in St. James's Square lost £7000 last year by bad debts."

The same number tells us that "Lady Buckinghamshire, Mrs. Sturt, and

Mrs. Concannon alternately divide the _beau-monde_ at their respective

houses. Instead of having two different hot suppers, at one and three in

the morning, the Faro Banks will now scarcely afford bread and cheese

and porter." The lady gamblers were considerably alarmed at certain

hints they received, that they would be prosecuted; and in 1796 the

_Times_ said, "We state it as a fact, within our own knowledge, that two

ladies of fashion, who keep open houses for gaming at the West End of

the Town, have lately paid large douceurs to ward off the hand of

justice." But in the following year Lady Buckinghamshire, Lady Elizabeth

Lutterell, and Mrs. Sturt were each fined £50 for playing faro at the

house of the first named. The evidence proved that the "defendants had

gaming parties at their different houses by rotation," and that they

played until four or five in the morning. The fines seemed light enough,

for an extract from the _Times_ in the same year says:--"The expense of

entertainments at the Gaming House of the highest class, in St. James's

Square, during the eight months of last season, has been said to exceed

6,000 guineas! What must be the profits to afford such a profusion?" In

modern times backgammon is not usually associated with very desperate

gambling; but a captain in the guards is said to have lost thirteen

thousand guineas at that game at one sitting in 1796. He revenged

himself, however, by winning forty-five thousand guineas at billiards in

a single night shortly afterwards.--_Saturday Review._

* * * * *

NEVER use water that has stood in a lead pipe over night. Not less than

a wooden bucketful should be allowed to run.

Juvenile Department.

A CHILD'S DAY.

When I was a little child

It was always golden weather.

My days stretched out so long

From rise to set of sun,

I sang and danced and smiled--

My light heart like a feather--

From morn to even-song;

But the child's days are done.

I used to wake with the birds--

The little birds wake early,

For the sunshine leaps and plays

On the mother's head and wing;

And the clouds were white as curds;

The apple trees stood pearly;

I always think of the child's days

As one unending spring.

I knew where all flowers grew.

I used to lie in the meadow

Ere reaping-time and mowing-time

And carting home the hay.

And, oh, the skies were blue!

Oh, drifting light and shadow!

It was another time and clime--

The little child's sweet day.

And in the long days waning

The skies grew rose and amber

And palest green and gold,

With a moon's white flame.

And if came wind and raining,

Gray hours I don't remember;

Nor how the warm year waxed cold,

And deathly autumn came.

Only of that young time

The bright things I remember:

How orchard bows were laden red,

And blackberries so brave

Came ere the frost and rime--

Ere the dreary, dark November,

With dripping black boughs overhead,

And dead leaves on a grave.

The years have come and gone,

And brought me many a pleasure,

And many a gift and gain

From near and from afar,

And dear work gladly done,

And dear love without measure,

And sunshine after rain,

And in the night a star.

The years have come and gone,

And one hath brought me sorrow;

Yet I shall sing to ease my pain

For the hours I must stay.

They are passing one by one,

And I wait with hope the morrow;

But indeed I am not fain

Of a long, long day.

It is well for a little child

Whose heart is blithe and merry

To find too short its golden day--

Long morn and afternoon.

So many flowers grow wild,

And many a fruit and berry:

Long day, too short for work and play,--

The night comes too soon.

It was well for that little child;

But its day is gone forever,

And a wounded heart will ache

In the sunlight gold and gay.

Oh, the night is cool and mild

To all things that smart with fever!

The older heart had time to break

In the little child's long day.

KATHARINE TYNAN, in _Merry England_.

* * * * *

WHEN little Willie L. first heard the braying of a mule in the South, he

was greatly frightened; but, after thinking a minute, he smiled at his

fear, saying, "Mamma, just hear that poor horse with the

whooping-cough!"

A LITTLE grammar is a dangerous thing: "Johnny, be a good boy, and I

will take you to the circus next year."--"Take me now, pa; the circus is

in the present tents."

THE CHRISTMAS TURKEY.

Grandfather Patrick lived a long time ago; in the days when all the

grandfathers wore white wigs with little tails sticking out behind.

One day he went into the back yard where an old Turkey Gobbler lived,

and said to him:

"Mr. Turkey Gobbler: Next week comes Christmas and I want you to come

into the house with me, and help us have a good time. You are such a

fine, fat fowl, I am sure you will be just the one we want."

[Illustration]

Mr. Turkey Gobbler was a vain bird, and when he heard Grandfather

Patrick say this, he spread out his tail, stuck up his feathers, and

stretched his wings down to the ground. Then he said: "Yes, I know I am

a fine fowl, and I want to get away from this low, mean yard, into the

grand house, among grand people, where I think I belong."

"And so you shall," said Grandfather Patrick. "You shall leave this cold

yard and come in to the stove where it is warm. You shall come to the

table with us all on Christmas Day. You shall be at the head of the

table, and the boys and girls will be glad to see you, and they will say

how fat you are, and how good you are, and how they wish they could have

you at the table every day."

Mr. Turkey Gobbler was so pleased at all this that he went into the

house with Grandfather Patrick and Aunt Bridget.

And all the little chickens looked on, and they said to each other: "Why

cannot we go into the grand house, and come to the table the same as Mr.

Turkey Gobbler? We are just as fine as he."

"Be patient," said Grandfather Patrick; "your time will come."

THE CHRISTMAS STOCKING.

"Dear Santa Claus," wrote

little Will in letters truly

shocking, "I's been a good

boy, so please fill a heapen

up this stocking. I want

a drum to make pa sick

and drive my mamma cra-

zy. I want a doggie I can

kick so he will not get

lazy. I want a powder

gun to shoot right at my

sister Annie, and a big

trumpet I can toot just

awful loud at granny. I

want a dreffle big false

face to scare in fits our ba-

by. I want a pony I can

race around the parlor,

maybe. I want a little

hatchet, too, so I can do

some chopping upon our

grand piano new, when

mamma goes a-shopping.

I want a nice hard rub-

ber ball to smash all

into flinders, the

great big mirror

in the hall an'

lots an' lots of

winders. An'

candy that'll

make me

sick, so ma

all night will

hold me an'

make pa get the

doctor quick an'

never try to scold

me. An' Santa Claus,

if pa says I'm naughty

it's a story. Jus' say

if she whips me I'll

die an' surely go to

glory."

THE CHRISTMAS CRIB.

From the French of J. Grange, by Th. Xr. K.

There still subsist, in certain provinces of France, old religious

customs which are full of charming simplicity. May they endure and ever

hold out against the icy breath of skepticism, the cold rules of the

beautiful, and the wearisome level of uniformity.

In the churches of Limousin, between Christmas and the Purification, is

found a rustic monument called crib. The crib is generally a straw hut,

thatched with branches of holly and pine; on these branches are

scattered little patches of white wadding, which look like snowflakes.

Inside the house, on a bed of straw, lies an Infant Jesus made of wax.

All these Infants look alike and are charming; they have blond hair,

blue eyes, pink cheeks, and a silk or brocade gown, with gold and silver

spangles. To the right of the Child is the Blessed Virgin; to the left,

St. Joseph. These are of wax or even of colored pasteboard. A little

behind the Holy Family, and forming two distinct groups, may be seen the

kings and the shepherds. The shepherds are like peasants of that part of

the country, with long hair, big felt hats, and blue drugget vests. Most

of them carry in their hands, or in baskets, dairy or farm

presents,--fruits, eggs, honey-comb, a pair of doves. As for the kings,

they are superbly clothed in long gowns, whose trail is carried by

dwarfs. One of them, called the king of Ethiopia, is black and has kinky

hair.

In certain cribs, simplicity and exactness are pushed to such lengths,

as to represent the ox and the ass, with the rack full of hay. There may

be also seen, but less frequently, in the kings' group, camels and

dromedaries, covered with rich harness, and led by the bridle by slaves.

If you want to do things right and leave nothing out, you must skilfully

arrange above the crib a yellow-colored glass in which burns a flame,

which represents the star that the Magi perceived and which stopped over

the grotto at Bethlehem. Candles and tapers burn before the crib, which

is surrounded by some pious women, and a number of children, who never

grow weary of admiring the Holy Family and its brilliant retinue.

I was one day in a church where there was one of these cribs. I was

hidden by a column and was a witness, without any wish of mine, of the

impressions which the little monument made on visitors.

A gentleman, a stranger in the locality, entered the church with a young

lady, about eighteen years of age, who seemed to be his daughter. The

gentleman took off his hat, put on a smoking cap, and began to visit the

church with as much carelessness of demeanor as though it were a

provincial museum. The young lady dipped the tips of her fingers in the

holy water, sped through a short prayer, and hastened to rejoin her

father, with whom she began to chat and laugh.

When they came in front of the crib, the father adjusted his

eye-glasses, the daughter took her opera-glass, and for a few minutes

they gazed on this scene, new to them.

After gazing a little while, the gentleman shrugged his shoulders and

asked:

"What are all those dolls?"

"Papa," replied the daughter, "that is the Stable of Bethlehem, and a

simple representation of the birth of Jesus Christ."

"Simple?" exclaimed the father, "you're indulgent to-day, Azémia; you

should say grotesque and buffoonish; that it should be possible to push

bad taste so far! It is not enough that their mysteries are

incomprehensible; here they're trying to make them ridiculous!"

"Goodness, papa," said the young lady; "just think! for the common

people and peasants"--

"I tell you, Azémia, that it is absurd and shocking, and that the

peasants and the natives themselves must laugh at it. Let us go! I feel

myself catching cold here, and dinner must be ready."

They had hardly left the church, when a lady entered with a charming

four-year-old baby. The child ran to the crib where the mother joined

him after a prayer which seemed to me less summary and more serious than

that which the young lady had said.

"Oh! mamma," the child said half aloud; "look at the little Jesus, and

the Blessed Virgin, and St. Joseph. See the kings and the shepherds. Oh!

mamma, see the star the kings followed and that stopped over the Stable

of Bethlehem."

And the child stood on tip-toe and looked with wide-open eyes.

"Mamma," he went on, "see the ass and the ox that were in the stable

when the little Jesus came into the world. Oh! the beautiful gray ass!

and that ox that is all red; it looks like an ox for sure, like those in

the fields. Say, little mother, could I throw a kiss to little Jesus?"

And the child, putting his finger-tips to his lips, made a delightfully

naive salute.

The mother silently kissed her child, and it seemed to me that she was

weeping.

"Now, darling," she said, "now that you've seen everything, say to the

little Jesus the prayer you say every night before going to bed."

The child seemed to hesitate.

"You see there is nobody here but the good God and us; then you can say

it low."

"My God," said the child; "I love you. Keep me during my sleep; keep

little father and little mother too, good papa and good mamma, my sister

Mary, who is at boarding-school, and all my relatives, living and dead.

Jesus, Mary, Joseph, I give you my heart."

The mother and the child left. And I who had heard these things, I

thought of the sacred texts:--

"Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God."

"I thank Thee, Father, because Thou hast hidden these things from the

wise and prudent, and hast revealed them to the little ones."

"Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings Thou hast perfected praise."

CHRISTMAS GIFTS FOR THE BOYS.

"Please suggest a suitable Christmas present for a boy of nine."

The above, addressed to the _New York Sun_, elicited the following

reply, which may be read with much profit by all parents of young

hopefuls.

If your nine-year-old has developed any mechanical taste, gratify it by

a small kit of tools. The chests of cheap tools sold in the stores are

not good for much. Select a few tools of good quality at a hardware

store, and put a substantial work bench, such as carpenters use, in the

play room. Never mind an occasional cut finger.

Pet animals or birds, which may be found in great variety in the bird

fanciers' stores, always delight the boys. But city boys do not always

have room to keep them.

An aquarium of moderate dimensions, stocked with half a dozen varieties

of fish, turtles, snails, seaweed, etc., is a very useful and

interesting present for any boy or girl. In the spring add a few

pollywogs, and watch them in their evolution into frogs. You will be

interested in the process yourself.

What do you say to a microscope?

If your boy lacks muscular development for his years, get him a set of

apparatus for parlor gymnastics. He will have lots of fun and it will do

him good. A bicycle isn't bad either.

If he hasn't learned to skate yet it is time to start in. Get him a good

pair of steel runners.

Of course he has a sled?

Perhaps he has all of the things we mention. If so, get the housemaid,

or some other person whom he would not suspect, to ask him what he would

like best for Christmas, and get that if it is within the bounds of

reason.

Throw in a book. There are plenty of them.

Don't give him a toy pistol.

ROBIN REDBREAST.

All over Great Britain and Ireland the redbreast's nest is spared, while

those of other birds are robbed without ceremony; and his life is

equally sacred. No schoolboy who has ever killed a robin can forget the

dire remorse and fear that followed the deed. And little wonder, for

terrible are the punishments said to overtake those who persecute this

little bird. Generally such a crime is believed to be expiated by the

death of a friend. Sometimes the punishment is more trivial. In some

parts of England it is believed that even the weasel and the wildcat

will spare him.

In Brittany, the native place of the legend, it is needless to say, the

redbreast is thoroughly popular, and his life and nest are both

respected. In Cornouaille the people say he will live till the day of

judgment, and every year will make some young women rich and happy. In

some parts of England and Scotland his appearance is considered an omen

of death. In Northamptonshire he is said to tap three times at the

window of a dying person's room. In the Haute Marne district of France

he is also thought a bird of ill omen, and is called Beznet--meaning

"the evil eye."

In Central Europe, where there is also no trace of a passion legend

attached to the redbreast, he is held none the less sacred. Mischief is

sure to follow the violator of his nest. But by far the most prevalent

belief, and especially in Germany, is that the man who injures a

redbreast or its nest will have his house struck by lightning, and that

a redbreast's nest near a house will protect it from lightning.

These robins are very rarely seen on this side of the Atlantic. Several

of them were brought to this country a few weeks ago from Larne, county

Antrim, Ireland, and were landed in New York.

They are the tamest of all the birds in the British Isles, and are utter

strangers to the timidity which our robin displays toward man. At the

same time they are not pert and presumptuous like the sparrow, but seem

to feel that their innocent confidence in man has gained for them

immunity from the danger of being stoned or shot at, to which nearly

every other bird is subjected to without compunction. The most

mischievous schoolboy in those countries never thinks of throwing a

stone at a robin, although he regards any other bird as an entirely

proper object for his aim. Like every other songster of the feathered

tribe, their age depends on how old they are when captured. If taken

from the nest they will live for years in a cage, but should they have

enjoyed some years of freedom they pine away soon, and in such cases

refuse to sing. The nest bird, however, sings in captivity, though its

notes might lack the sweetness and duration of the free bird. In

appearance the little robin bears scarcely any resemblance to its

namesake of this continent, being much smaller in size, and having a

breast of far rosier hue.

FOOLISH GIRLS.

While the great majority of our girls are sensible and wise, not a few

are silly victims of sensational story papers. Their minds become

corrupted, and their imaginations attain an unhealthy development. They

picture to themselves an ideal hero, and easily fall victims to

designing knaves, who induce them to elope. The spice of romance in an

elopement takes their fancy, and they leave the homes of happy childhood

to wander in the paths of pleasure. It has been well remarked that

nothing good is ever heard of a girl who elopes. Now and then she

figures in the divorce courts either as plaintiff or defendant, but

ordinarily the world moves on, and leaves her to her fate. Occasionally

the police records give a fragment of her life when the heyday of her

youth and life has fled, and the man with whom she has eloped has taken

to beating her in order to get up an appetite for breakfast. Here and

there the workhouse or charitable home opens its doors to receive her,

when she wearies of the life she gladly assumed, and is too proud to beg

for forgiveness at home.

LITTLE QUEEN PET AND HER KINGDOM.

There was once a little queen who was born to reign over a great rich

kingdom called Goldenlands. She had twelve nurses and a hundred and

fifty beautiful names: only unfortunately on the day of the christening

there was so much confusion and excitement that all the names were lost

as they fell out of the bishop's mouth. Nobody saw where they vanished

to, and as nobody could find them, the poor little baby had to return to

the palace nursery without anything to be called by. They could not

christen her over again, so the king offered a reward to the person who

should discover the princess's names within the next fifteen years.

Every one cried "Poor pet, poor pet!" over the nameless baby, who soon

became known as the Princess Pet. But her father and mother took the

accident so much to heart that they both died soon after.

Of course, little Pet was considered too young to manage the affairs of

her own kingdom, and so she had a great, powerful Government to do it

for her. This Government was a most peculiar monster, with nine hundred

and ninety-nine heads and scarcely any heart; and when anything was to

be decided upon, all the heads had to be laid together, so that it took

a long time to make up its mind. It was not at all good to the kingdom,

but little Pet did not know anything about that, as she was kept away in

her splendid nursery, with all her nurses watching her, while she played

with the most wonderful toys. Sometimes she was taken out to walk in the

gardens, with three nurses holding a parasol over her head, a page

carrying her embroidered train, three nurses walking before, fanning

her, and six nurses following behind; but she never had any playfellows,

and nothing ever happened at all different from everything else. The

only variety in her life was made by startling sounds, which often came

echoing to the nursery, of the gate-bell of the palace ringing loudly.

"Why does the bell ring so?" little Pet would cry, and the nurses would

answer:

"Oh, it is only the poor!"

"Who are the poor?" asked Pet.

"People who are born to torment respectable folks!" said the head nurse.

"They must be very naughty people!" lisped Pet, and went on with her

play.

When Pet grew a little older she became very tired of dolls and

skipping-ropes, and she really did not know what to do with herself; so

one day, when all the nurses had gone down to dinner at the same time,

she escaped from her nursery and tripped down the passages, peering into

the corners on every side. After wandering about a long time she came to

a staircase, and descending it very quickly she reached a suite of

beautiful rooms which had been occupied by her mother. They remained

just as the good queen had left them; even the faded roses were turning

into dust in the jars. Pet was walking through the rooms very soberly,

peering at, and touching everything, when she heard a queer little

sound of moaning and whispering and complaining, which came like little

piping gusts of wind from somewhere or other.

"Fiss-whiss, whiss, whiss, whiss!" went the little whispers; and "Ah!"

and "Ai!" and "Oh!" came puffing after them, like the strangest little

sighs.

"Oh, dear, what _can_ it be?" thought Pet, standing in the middle of the

room and gazing all round. "I declare I do think it is coming out of the

wardrobe!"

An ancient carved wardrobe extended all along one side of the room, and

indeed the little sounds seemed to be whistling out through its chinks

and keyholes. Pet walked up to it rather timidly; but taking courage,

put her ear to the lock. Then she heard distinctly:

"Here we hang in a row,

In a row!

And we ought to have been given

To the poor long ago!"

And besides this strange complaint she caught other little bits grumbles

floating about, such as

"Fiss, whiss, whiss!

Did ever I think

I should have come to this?"

And:

"Alack, and well-a-day!

Will _nobody_ come

To take us away?"

As soon as she had recovered from her amazement, Pet opened the

wardrobe, and there she saw a long row of gowns, hanging in all sorts of

despondent attitudes, some hooked up by their sleeves, others caught by

the waist with their bodies doubled together.

"Here is somebody at last, thank goodness!" cried a dark-brown silk

which was greatly crumpled, and looked very uncomfortable hanging up by

its shoulder.

"Oh, gowns, gowns!" cried Pet, staring at these strange grumblers with

her round, blue eyes, "whatever do you want?"

"_Want_?" cried the brown silk; "why, of course, to be taken out and

given to the poor."

"The poor again!" cried Pet. "Who can these poor be at all, I wonder?"

"People who cannot buy clothing enough for themselves," said the brown

silk. "When your dear mother was alive she always gave her old gowns to

the poor. Only think how nice I should be for the respectable mother of

a family to go to church in on Sundays, instead of being rumpled in here

out of the daylight with the moths eating me."

"And I," cried a pink muslin, "what a pretty holiday frock I should make

for the industrious young school-mistress who supports her poor

grandfather and grandmother."

"And I! and I! and I!" shrieked many little rustling voices, each

describing the possible usefulness of a particular gown.

"Yes! we should all turn to account," continued the brown silk, "all

except, perhaps, one or two very grand, stiff old fogies in velvet and

brocade and cloth-of-gold; and even these might be cut up into jackets

for the old clown who tumbles on the village green for the children's

amusement."

"My breath is quite taken away," cried Pet. "I shall certainly see that

you are all taken out and given to the poor immediately."

"She is her mother's daughter after all;" said the brown silk,

triumphantly; and Pet closed the door upon a chorus of little murmurs of

satisfaction from the imprisoned gowns.

"This is a very curious adventure," thought the little queen, as she

trotted on, fancying she saw faces grinning at her out of the furniture

and down from the ceiling; and then she stopped again, quite sure she

heard very peculiar sounds coming out of an antique bureau which stood

in a corner. After her conversation with the gowns this did not surprise

her much at all, and she put her ear to the keyhole at once.

"Clink! Clink!

What do you think?

Here we are

Shut up in a drawer,"

cried the queer little voices coming out of the bureau.

"What can _this_ be about, I wonder?" said Pet, and turning the key,

peeped in. There she beheld a whole heap of gold and silver lying in the

depths of the bureau, all the guineas and shillings hopping about and

clinking against each other and singing:

"Take us out

And give us about,

And then we shall do

Some good, no doubt!"

"Why, what do you want to get out for?" asked Pet, looking down at them.

"To help the poor, of course!" said the money. "We were put in here by

the good queen, your mother, and saved up for the poor who deserve to be

assisted. But now every one has forgotten us, and we are rusting away

while there is so much distress in the kingdom."

"Well," said Pet, "I shall see to your case; for I promise you I am

going to know more about these wonderful poor."

She shut up the bureau, and went on further exploring the rooms, and now

you may be pretty sure her ears were wide open for every sound. It was

not long before she heard a creaking and squeaking that came from a

large wicker-basket which was twisting about in the most discontented

manner.

"Once on a time I was filled with bread,

But now I stand as if I were dead,"

mourned the basket.

"And why were you filled with bread?" asked Pet.

"Your mother used to fill me," squeaked the basket, "and give the bread

out of me to feed the poor."

"Why! do you mean to say that the poor have no bread to eat?" asked

Pet. "That is really a most dreadful thing. I must speak to my

Government about these poor immediately. Whatever my mother did must

have been perfectly right at all events, and I shall do the same!"

And off she went back towards her nursery, meeting all her twelve nurses

flying along the corridors to look for her.

"Go directly and tell my Government that I want to speak to it," said

Queen Pet, quite grandly; and she was brought down to the great Council

Chamber.

"Your Majesty has had too much plum-pudding and a bad dream afterwards!"

said the Government when Pet had told the whole story about the gowns,

and the money, and the bread-basket, and the poor; and then the

Government took a pinch of snuff and sent Queen Pet back to her nursery.

The next day, when all the nurses had gone to their dinner again, Pet

was leaning out of her nursery window, with her two elbows on the sills

and her face between her hands, and she was gazing down on the charming

gardens below, and away off over the fields and hills of her beautiful

kingdom of Goldenlands. "Where do the poor live, I wonder?" she thought;

"and I wonder what they are like? Oh, that I could be a good queen like

my mother, and be of use to my people! How I wish that I had a ladder to

reach down into the garden, and then I could run away all over my

kingdom and find things out for myself."

Just as she thought thus an exquisite butterfly perched on her finger

and said gaily,--

"A thousand spiders

All weaving in a row,

Can weave you a ladder

To fit your little toe."

"Can they, indeed?" cried Pet; "and are you acquainted with the

spiders?"

"I should think so, indeed," said the butterfly; "I am engaged to be

married to a spider; I have been engaged ever since I was a

caterpillar."

"Well, just ask them to be so good!" said Pet, and away flew the

butterfly, coming back in a moment with a whole cloud of spiders

following her.

"Be as quick as you can, please, lest my nurses should come back from

dinner," said Pet, as the spiders worked away. "Fortunately they have

all good appetites, and cannot bear to leave table without their six

helpings of pudding."

The ladder being finished, Pet tripped down it into the garden, where

she was hidden at once in a wilderness of roses, out of which she made

her way through a wood, and across a stream quite far into the open

country of her kingdom.

She was running very fast, with her head down, when she heard a step

following her, and a voice speaking to her, and looking round, saw a

very extraordinary person indeed. He was very tall and all made of

loose, clanking bones; he carried a scythe in one hand, and an hourglass

in the other, and he had a pleasant voice, which made Pet not so much

afraid of him as she otherwise might have been.

"It is no use trying to run away from me," said this person. "Besides, I

wish to do you a good turn. My name is Time."

Pet dropped a trembling courtesy.

"You need not be afraid of me," continued the stranger, "as you have

never yet abused me. It is only those who are trying to kill me who have

cause to fear me."

"Indeed, sir, I wish to be good to every person," said Pet.

"I know you do," said Time, "and that is why I am bound to help you. The

thing you want most is a precious jewel called Experience. You are going

now in search of it; yes, you are, though you do not know anything about

it as yet. You will know it after you have found it. Now, I am going to

give you some instructions."

"Thank you, sir," said Pet, who was delighted to find that he was not a

government, and had no intention of bringing her back to her nursery.

"First of all I must tell you," said Time, "that you have a precious

gift which was born with you: it is the power of entering into other

people whenever you wish, living their lives, thinking their thoughts,

and seeing everything as they see it."

"How nice!" cried Pet.

"It is a most useful gift if properly cultivated," said Time, "and it

will certainly help you to gain your jewel. Now, whenever you find a

person whose life you would wish to know all about for your own

instruction, you have only to wish, and immediately your existence will

pass into theirs."

"And shall I ever get out again?" asked Pet, who had an inveterate

dislike of all imprisonment.

"I am going to tell you about that," said Time. "You must not remain too

long locked up in anybody. Here is a curious tiny clock, with a little

gold key, and you must take them with you and be very careful of them.

Whenever you find that you have passed into somebody else, you must at

once wind up your clock and hang it somewhere so that you can see it as

you go about. The clock will go for a month, and as soon as it runs down

and stops, you will be changed back into your separate self again. A

month will be long enough for you to live in each person."

"Oh, thank you, thank you," cried Pet, seizing the clock.

"One thing you must be sure not to forget," said Time, "so attend to me

well. There is a mysterious sympathy between you and the clock and the

little gold key, and if you lose the key after the clock is wound up the

clock will go on forever, or at least until you find the key again. So

if you do not want to be shut up in somebody to the end of your life, be

careful to keep guard of the key."

"That I will," said Pet.

"And now, good-by," said Time. "You can go on at this sort of thing as

long as you like--until you are quite grown up, perhaps; and you

couldn't have a better education."

Conclusion next month.

Useful Knowledge

KNIVES and forks with ivory, bone or wooden handles should not be put

into cold water. But we suggest that when our readers buy knives for the

table they get those with silver-plated handles and blades. They need no

bath brick to keep them bright, but only an occasional rub with whiting,

and save "lots of trouble."

LEMON PIE.--One cup of hot water, one tablespoonful of corn starch, one

cup of white sugar, one tablespoonful of butter, the juice and grated

rind of one lemon. Cook for a few minutes, add one egg, and bake with a

top and bottom crust.

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE.--One quart of flour sifted dry, with two large

teaspoonfuls of baking powder, one tablespoonful of sugar, and a little

salt. Add three tablespoonfuls of butter and sweet milk, enough to form

a soft dough. Bake in a quick oven, and when partially cooked split

open, spread with butter, and cover with a layer of strawberries well

sprinkled with sugar; lay the other half on top, and spread in the same

manner.

A GOOD WAY TO USE COLD MEAT.--Take the remnants of any fresh roasted

meat and cut in thin slices. Lay them in a dish with a little plain

boiled macaroni, if you have it, and season thoroughly with pepper,

salt, and a little walnut catsup. Fill a deep dish half full; add a very

little finely chopped onion, and pour over half a can of tomatoes or

tomatoes sliced, having previously saturated the meat with stock or

gravy. Cover with a thick crust of mashed potato, and bake till this is

brown in a not too hot oven, but neither let it be too slow.

OMELET.--Take as many eggs as required, and add three teaspoonfuls of

milk and a pinch of salt to each egg. Beat lightly for three or four

minutes. Melt a teaspoonful of butter in a hot pan, and pour on the

eggs. They will at once begin to bubble and rise up, and must be kept

from sticking to the bottom of the pan with a knife. Cook two or three

minutes. If desired, beat finely chopped ham or parsley with the eggs

before cooking.

AN experienced gardener says that a sure sign to find out if plants in

pots require wetting is to rap on the side of the pot, near the middle,

with the finger knuckle; if it give forth a hollow ring the plant needs

water; but if there is a dull sound there is still moisture enough to

sustain the plant.

CAKES WITHOUT EGGS.--In a little book just issued from the press of

Messrs. Scribner & Welford, New York, a large number of practical,

though novel, receipts are given for making cakes of various kinds, from

the informal griddle-cake to the stately bride-cake, without eggs, by

the use of Royal Baking Powder. Experienced housekeepers inform us that

this custom has already obtained large precedence over old-fashioned

methods in economical kitchens, and that the product is frequently

superior to that where eggs are used, and that less butter is also

required for shortening purposes. The advantage is not alone in the

saving effected, but in the avoidance of the trouble attendant upon

securing fresh eggs and the annoyance of an occasional cake spoiled by

the accidental introduction of an egg that has reached a little too

nearly the incubatory period. The Royal Baking Power also invariably

insures perfectly light, sweet and handsome cake, or when used for

griddle cakes, to be eaten hot, enables their production in the shortest

possible space of time, and makes them most tender and delicious, as

well as entirely wholesome. There is no other preparation like it.

FEEDING COOKED MATERIAL.--The feed for young chicks should always be

cooked, for if this is done there will be less liability of bowel

disease; but the adult stock should have whole grains a portion of the

time. By cooking the food, one is better enabled to feed a variety, as

potatoes, turnips, beets, carrots and such like, can be utilized with

advantage. All such material as bran, corn meal, middlings, or ground

oats should at least be scalded, if not cooked, which renders it more

digestible and more quickly beneficial. Where shells or lime are not

within reach, a substitute may be had by stirring a spoonful of ground

chalk in the food of every six hens; but gravel must be provided where

this method is adopted.

The Humorist

IN an argument with an irascible and not very learned man, Sydney Smith

was victor, whereupon the defeated said, "If I had a son who was an

idiot, I'd make a parson of him." Mr. Smith calmly replied, "Your father

was of a different opinion."

A BANANA skin lay on the grocer's floor. "What are you doing there?"

asked the scales, peeking over the edge of the counter. "Oh, I'm lying

in wait for the grocer."--"Pshaw!" said the scales: "I've been doing

that for years."

THE late Dr. Doyle was applied to on one occasion by a Protestant

clergyman for a contribution towards the erection of a church. "I

cannot," said the bishop, "consistently aid you in the erection of a

Protestant church; but I will give you £10 towards the removal of the

old one." Received with thanks.

"WHAT is a curiosity, ma?" asked little Jimmy. "A curiosity is something

that is very strange, my son."--"If pa bought you a sealskin sack this

winter would that be a curiosity?"--"No, my son; that would be a

miracle."

A BRITISH and Yankee skipper were sailing side by side, and in the

mutual chaff the English captain hoisted the Union Jack and cried

out--"There's a leg of mutton for you." The Yankee unfurled the Stars

and Stripes and shouted back, "And there is the gridiron which broiled

it."

A MR. FOLLIN became engaged to a fair maid whose acquaintance he formed

on a transatlantic voyage last year. The girl's father consented to

their union and while joining their hands he said to the would-be

bridegroom, "Follin, love and esteem her."--"Of course, I will," was the

reply. "Didn't I fall in love on a steamer?"

MISS LILY, seeing a certain friend of the family arrive for dinner,

showed her joy by all sorts of affectionate caresses. "You always seem

glad when _I_ come to dinner," said the invited guest. "Oh, yes,"

replied the little girl. "You love me a great deal, then?"--"Oh, it

isn't for that," was the candid reply. "But when you come we always have

chocolate creams, you know."

PIETY THAT PAID.--"How does it happen that you joined the Methodist

church?" asked a man of a dealer in ready-made clothing. "Vell, pecause

mine brudder choined der Bresbyterians. I vas not vant der let haem git

advantage mit me."--"How get the advantage?"--"Mine brudder noticed dot

he was ein shoemaker und dot der Bresbyterians shtood oop ven dey bray.

He see dot dey vare der shoes oud in dot vay und he choins dot shurch to

hold dot trade, und prospers; so I choined der Methodists."--"What did

you gain by that?"--"Vy, der Methodists kneel down unt vare der pritches

at der knees out ven dey bray, unt dey bray long unt vare pig holes in

dem pritches. Vell, I sells clothes to dem Methodists unt makes

monish."--"But don't you have to donate considerable to the support of

the church?"--"Yah, I puts much money in dot shurch basket, but efery

time I denotes to dot shurch I marks pritches oop ten per cent, und gets

more as even."

PROSE AND POETRY.--"Yes," she said dreamily, as she thrust her snowy

fingers between the pages of the last popular novel; "life is full of

tender regrets." "My tenderest regret is that I haven't the funds to

summer us at Newport," he replied, without taking his eye off the

butcher, who was softly oozing through the front gate with the bill in

his hand. "Ah, Newport," she lisped, with a languid society sigh; "I

often think of Newport by the sea, and water my dreams with the tender

dews of memory." She leaned back in the hammock, and he continued: "I

wish I could water the radishes and mignonette with the tender dews of

memory."--"Why?" she asked, clasping her hands together. "Why, because

it almost breaks my back handling the water-pot, and half the water goes

on my feet, and it takes about half an hour to pump that pail of water,

and it requires something like a dozen pailfuls to do the business. What

effect do you think the tender dews of memory would have on a good

drumhead cabbage?" But she had turned her head and was looking over the

daisy-dappled fields, and she placed her fingers in her ears, while the

prosaic butcher, who had just arrived, was talking about the price of

pork.

DONAHOE'S MAGAZINE.

BOSTON, JANUARY, 1886.

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Notes on Current Topics.

"IT IS FASHIONABLE TO BE IRISH, NOW."

Hon. Hugh O'Brien's Magnificent Record as Mayor of Boston.

Hon. Hugh O'Brien, Mayor of Boston, has made one of the ablest chief

executives that the city has ever possessed. Indeed, few past Mayors can

at all compare with him either in personal impressiveness or financial

acumen. No man living understands Boston's true interests better than

he, and no one has the future prosperity of the New England metropolis

more sincerely at heart. Possessing an earnest desire for the public

welfare, he has, with characteristic vigor, energy and broadmindedness,

advocated measures calculated to redound to the immense benefit of the

capital of the old Bay State. His name will live in the history of the

great city, as that of one of far-seeing judgment, great administrative

ability and unsurpassed intellectual accomplishments.

"It is fashionable to be Irish, now!" said a gentlemen at a meeting a

short time since, and in a great measure the assertion will stand the

test. When Hugh O'Brien sought the suffrages of his fellow-citizens, a

year ago, for the mayorality, thousands, who then malignantly sneered at

his candidacy, were this year found among his most earnest supporters

for re-election. His brilliant administration, thorough impartiality and

manifest sound judgment has entirely removed the prejudice and bias from

a very large number of honest, well-meaning citizens, who had previously

regarded the idea of an "Irish" Mayor with profound distrust. Mayor

O'Brien's friends and supporters are not now confined to any one

particular party, but have given evidence of their existence in other

political camps. A Democrat in politics, and nominated originally by the

Democrats, Hugh O'Brien has not only proved entirely satisfactory to his

own party, but has also earned the confidence and esteem of a large

portion of the Republican element. At a recent Republican meeting, Otis

D. Dana, strongly advocated the nomination of Mr. O'Brien by that party

on the ground that as a matter of party expediency and for the good of

the entire city, Mr. O'Brien should receive Republican indorsement, and

thus be given an opportunity "to act even more independently than he has

this year." This is but an instance of Mayor O'Brien's popularity with

men of all parties. The world moves, and the re-election of Hugh O'Brien

to the mayorality may be considered cumulative evidence of the truth of

the quotation made above, that "It is fashionable to be Irish, now."

* * * * *

A NEW YEAR'S PRESENT.--No better present can be given to a friend than a

copy of our MAGAZINE. Any of our present subscribers getting a new one

will get both for $3.00 (one for himself and another for his friend),

sent to separate addresses.

* * * * *

A NEW DEPUTY COLLECTOR FOR BOSTON.--We endorse with pleasure this from

the _Connecticut Catholic_: We congratulate Thomas Flatley, secretary of

the Land League, under the presidency of Hon. P. A. Collins, on his

appointment as deputy collector of the custom house in Boston. He is a

whole-souled gentleman of ability, and Democratic to the core. His

elevation will please thousands of Irish-Americans in many States

besides Massachusetts.

* * * * *

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT.--As we have electrotyped our MAGAZINE, we can

supply any number of this issue.

Mr. P. J. Maguire for Alderman.

The Democracy of Wards 19 and 22, constituting the 9th district, have

unanimously voted to support Mr. P. James Maguire for alderman at the

ensuing election. This, no doubt, secures for Mr. Maguire the cordial

support of the Democratic City Committee, and as the two wards are

democratic in politics, it ought to be an election for that gentleman

without any doubts thrown in. Mr. Maguire has had a varied experience in

municipal legislation, in which he has proved himself a most useful and

capable servant of the people. He served six years in the Boston City

Government, that is, from 1879 to 1884 inclusive. During this time he

was on the committee on public buildings, also on the committee on the

assessors department, on committees on Stony Brook, public parks,

claims, police, and several others of more or less special importance,

in all of which he showed a fine business efficiency and discriminating

capacity highly laudable. He has also served as a Director of Public

Institutions. Last year he had to contend against the forces of a big

corporation, and other organized oppositions, in favor of the Republican

nominee for alderman, which are not likely to avail against him in this

campaign. The gentleman is of the highly respected firm of Maguire &

Sullivan, merchant and military tailors, 243 Washington Street, between

Williams Court and the _Herald_ office, one of the busiest sections of

the city. Their trade, it should be said embraces considerable patronage

from the reverend clergy for cassocks and other wearing apparel.

* * * * *

WE give our readers this month sixteen additional pages of reading

matter. Should our circulation increase to warrant a continuance of this

addition--say one hundred and ninety-two pages a year--we will continue

the addition. Come, friends, and enable us to benefit you as well as

ourselves. Let each subscriber send us a new one.

* * * * *

A FAIR in aid of Fr. Roche's working Boys' Home will be held in the new

building on Bennet Street, commencing Easter Monday night.

* * * * *

THE KING OF SPAIN, Alphonso XII., died at his palace in Madrid, on the

morning of the 25th of November, in his 28th year.

Death of the Vice-President.

The eventful political and professional career of Hon. Thomas Andrews

Hendricks, Vice-President of the United States, came to an abrupt end

towards evening, on the 25th of November, at his home in Indianapolis,

Ind. The event was sudden and unexpected. There was no one at his

bedside at the time, for his wife, who had been there all day, had left

for a few minutes to see a caller, and it was she who first made the

discovery of his death. For more than two years Mr. Hendricks had been

in ill health, and recently the apprehension had been growing on him

that his death was likely to occur at most any time. He had a gangrenous

attack arising from a disabled foot in 1882, when, for a time, it was

feared he would die of blood-poisoning. After his recovery from this he

was frequently troubled with pains in his head and breast, and to those

with whom he was on confidential terms he frequently expressed himself

as apprehensive of a sudden demise from paralysis; but he said that when

death came he hoped it would come quickly and painlessly. He was at

Chicago the previous week, and upon his return he complained of the

recurrence of the physical troubles to which he was subject. His

indisposition, however, did not prevent him from attending to business

as usual. The night previous he attended a reception given at the

residence of Hon. John J. Cooper, treasurer of the State. The death

following so soon after that of the late ex-President Grant, has cast a

gloom over the whole country. His age was sixty-seven years. The

interment took place on the first of December, at the family grave in

his own town. There were present members of the Cabinet and

representatives from every part of the country. None will regret his

loss more than the friends of Ireland, at home and abroad. His recent

speech on Irish affairs, which was published in the November issue of

our MAGAZINE, had more influence on the stirring events in England and

Ireland than any other utterance for years. The nation laments his loss,

and the Irish people throughout the world join the mourning.

* * * * *

SOUTHERN SKETCHES.--We are obliged to lay over the interesting "Southern

Sketches." The next will be a description of Havana, Cuba.

CONVERSIONS.--The Rev. Wm. Sutherden, Curate of St. John's, Torquay, and

the Rev. W. B. Drewe, M. A. (Oxon), who for twenty-three years held the

Vicarage of Longstock, Stockbridge, Hants, have been received into the

Church--the former by the Cardinal-Archbishop at Archbishop's House,

Westminster; the latter by the Very Rev. Canon Mount, at St. Joseph's,

Southampton.

* * * * *

PARTICULAR NOTICE.--This issue of our MAGAZINE commences the eighth year

of its publication. There are some dear, good souls who have forgotten

that it requires money to run the publication. They surely would not

like to hear that we were unable to pay the printer, bookbinder, clerks,

paper-maker, etc. Without their aid we cannot fulfil our obligations to

those we employ. This notice has reference only to those who owe us for

one, and many for two, years. Let not the sun go down, after reading

this notice, without paying what you owe us.

* * * * *

COLLEGE IN HOLLAND.--There lately arrived in Rome Rev. Andrew Jansen,

Rector of the College of Steil, in Holland. This College is German,

established in Holland to avoid the Kulturkampf persecutions. It is in a

most flourishing condition, having at present 130 students preparing

themselves for the foreign missions. Father Jansen is accompanied by the

renowned missionary Anser. Two years ago, the latter was in the Province

of Chang-tong, China, and one day, travelling alone, he was surprised by

a band of ferocious idolaters, taken and stripped, and tied by the arms

to a tree. They then beat him most unmercifully with rods, broke one arm

and one leg, and left him bleeding, and, as they thought, dying. Some

Chinese, passing by shortly afterwards, found him still alive; took him

to a neighboring hut, and by assiduous care, skill, and nursing, healed

him.

* * * * *

ILLUSTRATED ALMANAC.--The Angel Guardian Annual, in a new garb, is

announced. The friends of this admirable Institution, will find this

year's issue particularly interesting. It contains 16 additional pages

and has several splendid illustrations. No Catholic family in the city

should be without it. It costs only 10 cents. Look at the announcement

and order at once. Orders filled by Brother Joseph, Treasurer House of

Angel Guardian, 85 Vernon Street, or by Messrs. T. B. Noonan & Co.,

Boylston Street, Boston, Mass.

* * * * *

THE Encyclical we have used is _The London Tablet's_ translation.

* * * * *

THE _Catholic Citizen_, Milwaukee, Wis., has entered upon its sixteenth

year. We are pleased to see it is well sustained, as it deserves to be

long up to the _Citizen_.

* * * * *

THE Forty-Ninth Congress of the United States, assembled at Washington

on the 7th of December.

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THE fair held at Mechanic Building, Sept. 3d, in aid of the Carney

Hospital, netted $2,803.38. The largest amount realized by one table was

$347.45 taken by the Immaculate Conception table, under charge of Miss

A. L. Murphy.

* * * * *

SALT LAKE CITY has a population of about 25,000 inhabitants, with a good

brick Catholic church and three resident priests. There is also a

convent and sister's hospital. The latter is a fine building and looks

as big and firm as the mountains themselves, the cost of which is

estimated at $70,000. It would be an ornament to the largest city in the

United States.

* * * * *

CHINA AND JAPAN.--The important and successful communications between

the Vatican and Pekin have been followed by the opening of similar

relations with Japan. The Sovereign Pontiff has written a letter to the

Mikado, thanking him for the favor extended to Missionaries and the

Mikado replies in most cordial terms, assuring the Pope that he would

continue to afford protection to Catholics, and announcing the despatch

of a Japanese mission to the Vatican.

* * * * *

THE will of the Rev. Michael. M. Green, of Newton, Mass., which is on

file at the Middlesex Probate Court, bequeaths his house and land on

Adams and Washington Streets, Newton, to the Home for Catholic Destitute

Children, at Boston; his household furniture to St. Mary's Infant Asylum

of Boston: his horse and carriage and garden implements to the Little

Sisters of the Poor and the Carney Hospital; his library to Rev. Robert

P. Stack in trust to the Catholic Seminary of the Archdiocese of

Boston, and to the Church of Our Lady Help of Christians at Newton; his

gold watch to the Young Ladies' Sodality of Our Lady Help of Christians

at Newton. Rev. Robert P. Stack, of Watertown, is the executor.

* * * * *

A WELCOME HOME.--The people of St. Augustine's parish, South Boston,

gave to their beloved pastor, Father O'Callaghan, on his return from a

four months trip to Europe, a welcome that he can never forget. He

arrived in Boston on Saturday, Nov. 21, and on Sunday he celebrated High

Mass. In the afternoon the pastor was welcomed by the Sunday School and

presented with a check for $300. The presentation speech was made by

Master Philip Carroll, and feelingly responded to. An address was also

made by Rev. James Keegan. In the evening the lecture-room was packed to

overflowing at the reception given by the congregation. The welcoming

speech was delivered by Judge Joseph D. Fallon. At the conclusion of the

address the Judge, on behalf of the congregation, presented Father

O'Callaghan with a check for $2,125. Father O'Callaghan was overcome,

but responded with emotion, in a fitting manner expressing his

gratification at the welcome he had received. Father O'Callaghan is in

perfect health and spirits, and expressed himself delighted with his

trip. A large number called at the parochial residence, in the evening,

to pay their respects.

* * * * *

NEW CHAPEL IN THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION.--The handsome new marble altars

in the basement chapel of the Immaculate Conception were consecrated on

the 20th of November, by Most Rev. Archbishop Williams. The central

altar is the gift of the daughters of the late Mrs. Joseph Iasigi. The

three beautiful stained glass windows in the sanctuary are the gift of

the Married Men's Sodality. The altars and the stained glass windows in

the side chapels, which are dedicated respectively to the Sacred Heart

of Jesus, and to our Lady of Lourdes, are the gifts of the Married

Ladies' Sodality, the Young Ladies' Sodality, and the Sunday School

children. New Stations of the Cross have also been added. There is now

probably no finer basement chapel in the country than that of the

Immaculate Conception. The usual Masses, Sunday School, and evening

services were held there for the first time last Sunday.

* * * * *

SADLIER'S CATHOLIC DIRECTORY and Ordo for the year 1886 will be issued

immediately. Since it has passed under the editorial control of John

Gilmary Shea, this work has been greatly improved and we hope that the

forthcoming edition will possess such excellence that not only all the

old customers of the Sadlier publications may purchase it, but that at

least 10,000 new patrons may be found for it.

* * * * *

WHAT THE PAPERS SAY.--_Chicago Citizen_: DONAHOE'S MAGAZINE (published

by Patrick Donahoe, editor and proprietor, No. 21 Boylston Street,

Boston, Mass.,) for December, has come to hand and is one of the best

issues of that admirable Irish-American publication that we have seen.

It contains, among other highly interesting papers, the following: "The

Irish Apostle of Corinthia;" "Reminiscences of Our Ninth (Mass.)

Regiment;" "Shan Pallas Castle," by Edward Cronin; "Southern Sketches,"

by the Rev. Father Newman; "Dead Man's Island," by T. P. O'Connor, M.

P.; a life of Hon. A. M. Keily, etc. The MAGAZINE is also replete with

poetry, editorial and miscellaneous writings. It is, in short, a credit

to Irish-American literature.

* * * * *

THE Roman Catholic Protectorate, an educational institute for boys, at

Glencoe, Mo., was burned recently. There were nine Christian Brothers

and eighty-five boys in the building when the fire broke out, but no

lives were lost. One Brother and two of the pupils, finding their escape

cut off by the flames, were compelled to leap from a third-story window.

All were hurt but will recover.

* * * * *

EXECUTION OF RIEL.--Riel was hanged at Regina, on the morning of the

16th of November, a few minutes after eight o'clock. Up to the very last

moment many refused to believe that Sir John A. Macdonald would, merely

to serve himself, or his party, hang a man who was undoubtably insane.

Many also believed that as the Metis had been very cruelly and unjustly

treated by the government, the recommendation attached to the verdict of

guilty would have effect and the sentence would be commuted. But a

faction on which Sir John A. Macdonald depends for existence ravened for

the unfortunate man's blood, and Sir John judged it politic to gratify

their thirst for vengeance, AND RIEL WAS HANGED.

* * * * *

_Notre Dame Scholastic_:--Our great metropolis of the West may take a

just pride in numbering amongst its citizens so true and talented an

artist as Miss Eliza Allan Starr. This lady is one who has aided the

accomplishments of a naturally gifted mind, and skilful pencil, by great

and careful study, and extensive travel through the celebrated art

centres of Europe. As a result, her contributions to Catholic literature

have placed her in the first rank among the distinguished writers of the

present day, while her lectures on art and art literature have been, for

some years back, highly prized by the social circles of Chicago. It is

with pleasure, therefore, that we learn that Miss Starr resumed, on the

17th of November, her regular weekly lectures on Art Literature, to be

continued throughout the winter and spring. This series will consider

the wonderful treasures of the Eternal City, and will receive a fresh

interest by reason of new illustrations received from Rome and Florence

during last summer. It is our earnest wish that her efforts for the

advancement of true artistic taste and culture may meet with the due

appreciation they so well deserve.

* * * * *

A MARRIAGE has been arranged between the Duc de Montpensier's only

surviving son, Antonio, and the Infanta Eulalie. The former was educated

by Mgr. Dupanloup, and is two years younger than his fiancée, he having

been born in Seville in 1866, and she in Madrid in 1864. The

negotiations about the marriage settlements have been difficult. He will

inherit at least half of the largest royal fortune in Europe. The

Infanta Eulalie is of lively manners and agreeable physiognomy. She was

educated by the Countess Soriente, a lady of New England birth, and is

an accomplished player on the harp and guitar. Her instructor was the

gifted Cuban negress, who used to perform at Queen Isabella's concerts

at the Palais de Castille.

* * * * *

THE FIRST PURCHASE of land by tenants in Ireland, under the Land

Purchase Act of last session, was completed on Monday, the 9th of

November, when Mr. George Fottrell, late Solicitor of the Land

Commission, met some forty tenants, on an estate in the county of

Tyrone, and got the deeds executed which make them fee-simple

proprietors, subject only to the liabilities to pay, for forty-nine

years, instalments materially less than their rent. The entire

transaction, from the date of Mr. Fottrell's first meeting with the

tenants at Tyrone to that of the execution of the deeds, occupied only

one fortnight. Mr. Fottrell's exuberant energy is finding a vent in

pushing on the work of land purchase in Ireland, and his large

experience and keen interest in all that concerns the land question are

recognized as extremely valuable at this moment. Not only has he, in an

unusually rapid manner, carried out this first sale under the Purchase

Act, but he has published what he calls a "Practical Guide to the Land

Purchase Acts," a book which is likely to be of great practical utility

to lawyers and other persons engaged in the work of carrying sales under

the Acts into effect.

* * * * *

BURIED ALIVE.--Full particulars have come to hand from Bishop Puginier

regarding the martyrdom of the Chinese priest Cap. For three days he

suffered excruciating torments. On the fourth day the mandarin asked him

to translate the Lord's Prayer. When he came to the third petition, "Thy

kingdom come," he was asked of what kingdom he spoke. He replied, "Of

God's kingdom." The mandarin immediately ordered him to be buried alive.

* * * * *

A Boston Merchant on the Irish Question.

The following is a letter of Mr. A. Shuman, one of Boston's leading

merchants, which was read at the great meeting in Faneuil Hall, and was

received with cheers:

BOSTON, MASS., Oct. 19.

MY DEAR MR. O'REILLY:--I regret, exceedingly, that absence from the city

will prevent my acceptance of your courteous invitation to be present at

the meeting Monday evening, at Faneuil Hall, called to express practical

sympathy with Ireland and the work of Parnell.

It is natural for the American people, with their love of freedom and

equity, to have fellow-feeling with struggling Ireland in any peaceful

method they might adopt to secure their political rights and equality

with Great Britain.

Political freedom in Ireland, I am assured, combined with her natural

position, would inaugurate an era of prosperity such as she had before

from 1782 to 1800. Capital would be attracted, lands, now lying barren,

would be utilized, and mills and factories would spring up.

I think that the Irish question is an important American question. The

many millions of dollars now sent annually from this country by kin to

their struggling relations could remain here. Nine-tenths of the many

hundred employees of our own firm were either born in Ireland, or are of

Irish parentage, and all contribute, some more, some less, to the same

purpose. This would be unnecessary, and Ireland could erect herself into

a position of independence, and neither ask nor accept favors from the

rest of the world.

This condition of the country would be hastened could she choose, from

the midst of her people, representatives who understand her wants and

are in sympathy with her welfare. But, as the British Government does

not pay its representatives, Ireland is deprived of many of her best men

who have not the means of independent maintenance, but who would gladly

serve their country and espouse her cause.

Hence, the most practical thing, it seems to me, is to raise funds to

assist members who otherwise could not afford to go.

Being, therefore, in sympathy with the movement to that end, and

believing that the election of such men will require the assistance of

American merchants. I enclose, herewith, a check for $100, which please

forward, and oblige,

Yours truly,

A. SHUMAN.

* * * * *

DR. JOHN G. MORRIS, son of our esteemed old citizen and patriot, Dr.

Patrick Morris, has removed from South Boston to 1474 Washington Street,

Boston. Dr. Morris won high honors in the Medical School of Harvard, and

is sure to take a prominent place as a practising physician.

* * * * *

CONCERT AND REUNION OF THE HOLY NAME SOCIETY.--On the evening of Nov.

23, in Union Park Hall, Boston, a vocal and instrumental concert took

place under the direction of Mr. Calixta Lavallee, assisted by Miss

Helen O'Reilly, soprano, and Mr. Charles E. McLaughlin, violinist.

Dancing and refreshments followed. The society was present in full

strength, and the entertainment was a notable success.

* * * * *

THE parishioners of St. Francis de Sales' Church, Vernon Street, Boston

Highlands, welcomed home their pastor, Rev. John Delahunty, who has just

returned from Europe. A check for nearly $2,000 was presented to him.

* * * * *

_The Notre Dame Scholastic_ says of _The Ave Maria_, which we endorse

with all our heart:--Our esteemed contemporary, _The Ave Maria_, now

appears in a new and attractive dress of type, which, while adding to

the appearance of this popular magazine, must greatly increase its value

to subscribers by reason of its legibility of character. The beauty and

clearness of the type and printed page reflect credit alike on the

type-founders and the printers. In this connection it may be proper to

state that the enterprising editor of Our Lady's journal announces an

enlargement of four pages for the volume beginning with January, 1886.

This improvement, together with the fact that some of the best and most

popular writers in the English language will continue to contribute to

its pages, makes _The Ave Maria_ the cheapest and most valuable

publication of its kind in the world.

* * * * *

REV. FATHER SESTINI, who for twenty years has edited the _Messenger of

the Sacred Heart_, and directed the Apostleship of Prayer in America,

now retires from office on account of advanced age. He is succeeded by

the Rev. R. S. Dewey, S. J., to whom, at Woodstock College, Md., all

communications concerning the interests above-named shall be

henceforward addressed.

* * * * *

ST. ELIZABETH'S HOSPITAL.--The old Winson estate, West Brookline Street,

Boston, purchased last year by the Sisters of St. Francis, has been

enlarged by the addition of a four-story brick building and wing, and

otherwise adapted to its new purpose. The Sisters in charge have spared

no pains to have every detail arranged so as to secure the comfort and

convenience of the patients. The house was opened on the feast of its

patron, Saint Elizabeth, November 19, on which occasion Archbishop

Williams celebrated Mass, and formally dedicated the institution.

* * * * *

A NEW port has been discovered in Guinea by the Missionaries of the

Propaganda. They have given it the name of Port Leo, in honor of the

reigning Pontiff.

* * * * *

The Elections in England and Ireland.

The contest between the two great parties--Liberal and Tory--is close.

That is, the Tories and Parnellites are about equal to the Liberals. At

the time of our writing there were several elections to be held. As

things look, Parnell is master of the situation. The _London Times_

declares that "that the only one certain result of the elections is the

commanding position secured by Mr. Parnell. This is not an inference,

but a fact that concerns parties alike."

Mr. Parnell says: "It is very difficult to predict whether or not the

Liberals will have a majority over the Tories and Nationalists, but

neither the Liberals nor Tories, with the Nationalists, can have more

than a majority of 10, and, therefore, I think the new Parliament can't

last long. As to our policy, I can only say it will be guided by

circumstances. We cannot say what our course is till we hear

declarations by the English leaders on the Irish question. That question

will be the question unless foreign complications arise."

One of the most surprising features of the general election in Ireland

is the complete collapse of the Liberal party. Not a single Liberal has

returned for any constituency. Saturday's dispatches announced the

defeat of Mr. Thomas Lea in West Donegal, and Mr. William Findlater in

South Londonderry. That settles it. The list is closed. Every Liberal

candidate who tried his fortune with an Irish constituency has suffered

a signal discomfiture at the polls. Some of them have been beaten by

Conservatives, others by Nationalists. In one way or another all have

been sent back to private life.

At the general election of 1880, Ireland returned to Parliament eighteen

Liberals, and twenty-six Liberal Home Rulers, twenty-four Conservatives

and thirty-five Parnellites. Thus, out of the one hundred and three

Irish members, Mr. Gladstone could count forty-four supporters against

sixty-nine Conservatives and Parnellites. In the present election the

Conservatives will probably have eighteen seats, while the Parnellites

will secure the remaining eighty-five seats. The Liberals and Liberal

Home Rulers are wiped out to the last man. God save Ireland.

* * * * *

THE LIVINGSTONS, in Ireland, lived on the land of the famous Con

O'Neill, who once was rescued from prison by his wife in the oddest way

imaginable. She hollowed out two small cheeses, concealed a rope in

each, and sent them to her lord and master, who swung himself down from

the castle window and struck a free foot upon the green grass beneath.

* * * * *

THERE are in the United States 400 Catholic priests bearing some one of

the following nineteen well-known Irish names. The numbers following the

names indicate the number of priests in this country: Brennan, 12;

Brady, 22; Carroll, 13; Doherty, 16; Kelly, 25; Lynch, 21; McCarthy, 15;

Maguire, 12; McManus, 14; Meagher, 14; Murphy, 33; O'Brien, 24;

O'Connor, 14; O'Neill, 18; O'Reilly, 34; O'Sullivan, 18; Quinn, 16;

Ryan, 31; and Walsh, 33.

* * * * *

PHILADELPHIA has established an excellent precedent for every other city

and town in the Union. A few days ago the manager of a popular theatre

there was fined $100 for advertising a spectacular exhibition by setting

up indecent posters. It is high time this shocking breach of common

propriety was corrected everywhere. The pictorial representations, by

which the performances of the stage are introduced to the public, are

often far worse than the living exhibitions.

* * * * *

NEW YORK FAMILY JOURNAL.--A few days ago the Mugwumps thought they were

as big and powerful as Hell Gate, with all its attachments, before

General Newton blew it up. Now they are just where that obstruction was

the day after the explosion. They thought they were the rooster, when

they were only one of his smallest tail feathers.

* * * * *

THE ORANGE CROP of Florida for the season of 1884-5 was, as near as it

could be definitely ascertained, 900,000 bushels. For the coming season

the crop is estimated at a million and a quarter bushels. Of the last

crop of 900,000 bushel crates, over one-half was shipped through

Jacksonville.

* * * * *

THE MANATEE, or Sea Cow, is still to be seen on the southeast coast of

Florida. At the extreme southern end of Indian River, in the St. Lucie

River, and in Hope Sound, are found the favorite feeding grounds of

these rarest and shyest of North American marine curiosities.

Personal.

BISHOP GILMOUR, on his late visit to Rome, received the honor of

Monsignore for his vicar-general, Father Boff.

THE Hon. William J. Onahan has returned from a tour through the Irish

Catholic colonies of Nebraska and Dakota. He reports them to be in a

flourishing condition.

IT is not generally known that the parish church of Eu, France, where

the chateau of the Comte de Paris is situated, is dedicated to St.

Laurence O'Toole.

IT is reported that Lord William Nevill, who some months ago was

received into the Catholic Church in Melbourne, and who has returned to

England, contemplates entering the Priesthood.

MISS ELEANOR C. DONNELLY has recently written a hymn for the Golden

Jubilee of the Priesthood of His Holiness, Pope Leo XIII., which occurs

December 23d, 1887. It has been set to music, and it has not only been

translated into German, but into Italian by an eminent theological

professor, and the hymn is now on its way to Rome to be presented to the

Pope by a member of the Papal Court.

MADAME SOPHIE MENTER, the famous pianist, now inhabits a castle in the

Tyrol (Schloss Itter), where she has just received the Abbé Liszt, who

passed several days there, getting up at 4 o'clock A. M., to work,

attending mass at 7.30, and then continuing work until midday. The Abbé,

who was received with guns and triumphal arches, has now left for Rome.

THE friends of Dr. Thomas Dwight, Parkman Professor of Anatomy at

Harvard University, will be pleased to learn that he has been made a

member of the Philosophæ-Medicæ Society of Rome. A diploma has been

issued by President J. M. Cornoldi, S. J. This society was founded by

Dr. Travaglini, with the full sanction of the late Pope Pius IX. It is

intended for the advancement of the sciences and philosophy, and it

ranks among its members some of the greatest scientific men, doctors of

medicine, and philosophers of Europe. The diploma is now on its way to

America.

REV. R. J. MEYER, S. J., rector of St. Louis University, of St. Louis,

Mo., has been made Provincial of the western province of the Jesuit

Order, vice Rev. Leopold Bushart, S. J.

THE Right Rev. Louis De Goesbriand, D. D., Bishop of Burlington, Vt.,

celebrated the thirty-second anniversary of his elevation to the

episcopacy of the Catholic Church on Friday, October 30th, ultimo.

RT. REV. JEREMIAH O'SULLIVAN, D. D., recently consecrated the fourth

bishop of Mobile, Ala., was born in Kanturk, county Cork, Ireland, and

is forty-one years old. At an early age he intended to devote himself to

the Church, and made his preparatory studies in the schools of his

native place. At the age of nineteen he came to America, entered St.

Charles College, Howard County, Md., and finished his classics. The year

following he entered St. Mary's Seminary, Baltimore. Having completed

his theological course, in that institution, he was ordained by Most

Rev. Archbishop Spaulding in June, 1868. His first charge was in

Barnesville, Montgomery County, Md., where he remained one year. He was

transferred to Westernport, Md., where he remained nine years. During

his stay he built a large church, and a convent for the Sisters of St.

Joseph, whom he introduced to Western Maryland. In 1880, or 1881, Most

Rev. Archbishop Gibbons selected Father O'Sullivan as the successor to

the Rev. Father Walter as pastor of St. Patrick's, Washington, D. C.,

the latter going to the Immaculate Conception parish. But an appeal

being made to His Grace by St. Patrick's congregation for the retention

of Father Walter, the change did not take place. On the removal of Rev.

Father Boyle to St. Matthew's, Rev. Father O'Sullivan was called to take

his place at St. Peter's. During his ministry there he displayed great

ability in managing. He reduced the debt of the church from $47,000 to

$12,000, besides, making expensive improvements in the church, schools

and pastoral residence. He possesses administrative qualities to a high

degree, and makes an impressive and forcible speaker.

Notices of Recent Publications.

_The Catholic Publication Society Co., N. Y._

THE ILLUSTRATED CATHOLIC FAMILY ANNUAL FOR 1886.

For eighteen years this welcome annual visitor has been received by us.

It seems to improve with age, for this is the best number yet issued.

The illustrations, matter, printing and binding, are all excellent. We

refer the reader to the advertisement for a description of its varied

and excellent contents. The price is only 25 cents. Every subscriber to

our MAGAZINE sending us, free of expense, their annual subscription ($2)

will receive a copy of the Annual free. Send money at once.

THE KEYS OF THE KINGDOM; OR, THE UNFAILING PROMISE. By the Rev.

James J. Moriarty, LL.D., pastor of St. John's Church,

Syracuse; author of "Stumbling-Blocks made Stepping-Stones,"

"All for Love," etc. Price, $1.25 net.

The subjects treated of in this book are: Is religion worthy of man's

study? What rule of faith was laid down by Christ? The Church One. The

Church Holy. The Church Catholic. The Church Apostolic. The various

subjects are ably discussed in a pleasing and attractive manner by the

learned author. The book is beautifully printed and bound. It is just

the book to place in the hands of an inquiring Protestant friend as a

Christmas present.

IRISH BIRTHDAY BOOK.

The Catholic Publication Society Co. has published an American edition

of this book. It contains pieces in prose and verse by all the leading

Irish writers and speakers. It is bound in Irish linen, gilt edges, and

sold for $1.

CAROLS FOR A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A JOYOUS EASTER. The music by

the Rev. Alfred Young, Priest of the Congregation of St. Paul

the Apostle. Price, 50 cents.

A very good book for the season. Buy it, all ye lovers of good music.

_Benziger Bros., N. Y., Cin., and St. Louis._

CATHOLIC BELIEF: OR, A SHORT AND SIMPLE EXHIBITION OF CATHOLIC

DOCTRINE. By the Rev. Joseph Faà de Bruno, D.D., Rector General

of the Pious Society of Missions, etc. Author's American

edition edited by Rev. Louis A. Lambert, author of "Notes on

Ingersoll," etc. 35th edition. Price, 40 cents.

It is now about a year since this book was published, and the enormous

sale in that _short_ time is the _greatest testimonial_ it could

possibly receive.

_D. & J. Sadlier & Co., New York._

THE NATIVITY PLAY; OR, CHRISTMAS CANTATA. By Rev. Gabriel A.

Healy, Rector of St. Edward's Church, New York.

This play, says the preface, has been received most favorably by large

audiences in the hall of St. Bernard's Church, New York City. It is a

Christmas play, and most suitable for the coming holidays. It has been

witnessed by thousands of the clergy and laity. The author is indebted

to Rev. Albany J. Christie, S. J., of London, Eng., Rev. Abram J. Ryan,

poet-priest of the South, Miss Anna T. Sadlier, and others, whose

beautiful thoughts can be found in the work. Father Healy continues: "It

has often been a thought with me, as I suppose it has often been with

many of my fellow priests, that it would be well for us and advantageous

to our congregations, to revive some of the old mystery plays, which did

so much to strengthen the faith of the faithful in the middle ages, and

this has been one of the prevailing motives which induced me to complete

the material for, and give the representation of, the nativity play."

There are eight photographic views, representing the Annunciation, the

Visitation, the Adoration, visit of the Magi to King Herod, etc. We

recommend the book to the Rev. clergy, colleges and academies, and

others, as a very interesting, edifying and appropriate performance not

only for the holidays, but for all parts of the year. The book is gotten

up by the Messrs. Sadlier in a handsome manner. It is a good Christmas

gift for any of our young, or even for those advanced in years.

_John Murphy & Co., Baltimore, Md._

THE STUDENTS' HANDBOOK OF BRITISH AND AMERICAN LITERATURE. With

selections from the writings of the most distinguished authors.

By Rev. O. L. Jenkins, A. M., S. S., late President of St.

Charles College, Ellicott City, Md. Edited by a member of the

Society of St. Sulpice. Third edition revised and brought to

date. Price, $1.25.

The value of this book is already known to the presidents, teachers,

etc., in our colleges, seminaries and academies. Messrs. Murphy & Co.

have given us an excellent book, and at a very moderate price.

_Ave Maria Press, Notre Dame, Ind._

THE MAD PENITENT OF TODI. By Mrs. Anna Hanson Dorsey.

This is another of the Ave Maria series of interesting stories, and told

by our old friend, Mrs. Dorsey, who was a contributor to the Pilot some

forty odd years ago.

* * * * *

MISCELLANEOUS.

CATHOLIC HISTORICAL RESEARCHES. Rev. A. A. Lambing, A. M., edits a

magazine of extraordinary interest, entitled, "Catholic Historical

Researches." It is published in Pittsburgh. It deserves the support of

all who wish to see published and preserved the early labors of Catholic

missionaries and settlers in America. Copies of valuable French

manuscripts, bearing on our early history, lately received from the

archives of Paris, will soon appear in this magazine, the admirable

motto of which is from the address of the Fathers of the Third Plenary

Council, of Baltimore: "Catholic parents teach your children to take a

special interest in the history of our own country.... We must keep firm

and solid the liberties of our country by keeping fresh the noble

memories of the past."

THE LIFE OF FATHER ISAAC JOGUES, Missionary Priest of the Society of

Jesus, slain by the Indians in the State of New York in 1646, is having

a good sale. The price is $1. The profits of the sale go towards the

Shrine of Our Lady of Martyrs, at Auriesville, where Father Jogues and

René Goupel were put to death.

ADMIRERS of the popular Irish authoress Miss Rosa Mulholland, will be

pleased to learn that Messrs. Kegan Paul, Trench & Co., of London, are

about to bring out a collection of her poems.

MR. SARSFIELD HUBERT BURKE, well known here as the author of

"_Historical Portraits of the Tudor Dynasty_" and as a contributor to

_The Catholic World_, will publish, in the spring, in London, a new work

on the "_Tyranny and Oppression Practiced by the English Officials in

Ireland_," from an early date down to 1830.

PROF. LYONS intends to publish, at an early date, Christian Reid's

admirable story, "A Child of Mary," which originally appeared as a

serial in the pages of _The Ave Maria_.

MUSIC.

_From White, Smith & Co._

_Vocal:_ "A Few More Years," words by Sam Lucas, music by H. J.

Richardson. "Oh! Hush Thee," song by Chas. A. Gabriel. "I'll Meet Ole

Massa There," song by G. Galloway. "Carol the Good Tidings," Christmas

carol by E. H. Bailey.

_Instrumental:_ "Under the Lime Tree," by G. Lange. "Fairy Voices

Waltz," by A. G. Crowe, arranged for violin and piano. The same for

violin alone. "Nanon," lanciers quadrille, by E. H. Bailey. "Walker's

Dip Waltzes," by C. A. White. "Beauty Polka," by Wm. E. Gilmore.

Potpourri from "Mikado." "Mikado' Lanciers," by E. H. Bailey.

_Books:_ Gems from "Whitsuntide in Florence" opera, by Richard Genee and

J. Rieger, music by Alfons Czibulkas. "Melodies of Ireland expressly

arranged for piano and organ." This book is a well arranged collection

of Irish instrumental music, both grave and gay, serious and comical,

issued in very neat and attractive style, and sure to please. Published

by Messrs. White, Smith & Co.

_Oliver Ditson & Co., Boston._

LEAVES OF SHAMROCK, a collection of melodies of Ireland newly arranged

and adapted for the piano and organ.

"Leaves of Shamrock" is a book of fine appearance, and the price is

moderate. 80 cents, paper; $1.00, boards; $1.50, elegant cloth binding.

Without being difficult, there is more to them than appears at first

glance, and there is nothing so very easy. The poet Moore was so taken

with the beauty of the ancient music of his country, that he composed

poems, many of them very beautiful, to quite a number of the melodies.

These are all given in "Leaves of Shamrock" which contains full as many

more, or, in all, double the number that met the eye of the poet.

* * * * *

THE FRENCH ELECTIONS.--The new Chamber will contain 381 Republicans and

205 Catholics; but the colonies return 10 deputies, who will all

probably be Republicans. The strength of parties will thus be 391 to

205, whereas in the last Chamber it was 462 to 95. Fifty-six departments

are represented exclusively by Republicans; twenty-six are represented

exclusively by Catholics.

Obituary.

"After life's fitful fever they sleep well."

BISHOP.

THE FUNERAL of the late Most Rev. Dr. Dorrian took place on Friday, 13th

of November, when the lamented bishop was interred in the vault under

the episcopal throne in St. Patrick's Cathedral, in Belfast, amidst a

vast crowd of his mourning flock. Dr. Dorrian's health had been failing

for some time past, and about a fortnight before his death he was

attacked severely by congestion of the lungs. From this he rallied, but

was warned by his physician to be extremely careful. The good bishop,

however, returned to his work with all his characteristic energy, and on

the very day after the doctor's warning attended three funerals outside

Belfast. Later, in the afternoon of the same day, he was seized with

illness in his confessional, from which he had to be carried in a dying

state. The last sacraments were administered on the same spot, and he

was afterwards removed with great difficulty to his residence. During

the following days he lay peacefully passing away, surrounded by his

devoted priests; the Sisters of Mercy, among whom was the bishop's

niece, remaining in his house till after he had breathed his last. His

energy and love of labor were so extraordinary that almost to the very

end he seemed to expect to recover and return to work. When told that he

had not long to live, he said, "May the Lord's will be done," with the

meekest submission. His mind was all along absorbed in heavenly

thoughts, except when for a moment he would remember how the cause of

Ireland was at stake, and asked what was being done towards the election

of a nationalist M. P. for Belfast. Shortly before his death, he seemed

to fancy that he was still hearing confessions, and went on giving

imaginary absolutions, and admonishing poor sinners, till, without agony

or pain, he went to his rest. While the seven o'clock Mass was being

celebrated on the Feast of St. Malachy, in St. Malachy's Church, a

messenger ascended the altar steps and spoke some words to the

officiating priest, whereupon the congregation knew, by the manner in

which the priest suddenly bowed his head, that all was over, and that

their good pastor had departed from among them. The fact that the Bishop

of Down and Connor had passed away on the Feast of St. Malachy was not

unnoticed. A devoted priest, who had been Dr. Dorrian's friend from

boyhood, and who had made a long journey to assist him in his last

moments, remarked, "One would think that his holy patron had kept him

for his own feast in order to conduct him on that day into heaven."

CLERGYMEN.

RT. REV MGR. SEARS, Vicar-Apostolic of Newfoundland, died on Nov. 7, at

Stellarton, of dropsy. His history during the last seventeen years has

been the history of Newfoundland. His services were recognized by the

Pope, who four years ago invested him with the dignity of domestic

prelate and the title of monsignor.

THE LATE VERY REV. DR. FORAN.--The funeral of this most distinguished

priest, who after a most edifying life and three weeks of painful

illness, died a most edifying death, took place in the church of

Ballingarry. His death has cast a gloom over the archdiocese, which in

his demise has sustained a great, almost an irreparable, loss. He was

its most highly-gifted, most highly-respected, and best-beloved priest,

and upon the death of the late lamented and illustrious Dr. Leahy, if

the great majority of the votes of his brother priests could have done

it, he had been their archbishop. He was a man of great intellect, of

great good sense, of vast and varied learning, and withal simple as a

child, unselfish, unassuming, and inoffensive, meek and humble of heart;

charitable in word and deed; sincere in his relations with God and man;

tender to the poor and little ones; always attentive to his duties, ever

zealous for God's glory, never caring to make display or to gain the

applause of men. His whole life seemed regulated by the motto of the

Imitation, "Sublime words do not make a man just and holy, but a

virtuous life maketh him dear to God."

DEATH OF THE VERY REV. JOHN CURTIS, S. J.--A venerable patriarch has

just passed away to his reward. Father John Curtis died recently at the

Presbytery, Upper Gardiner Street, Dublin. He was in his ninety-second

year, and had been for some months failing in health. Father Curtis was

born in 1794, of respectable parents, in the city of Waterford. Having

been educated at Stonyhurst College, he entered the Society of Jesus at

the age of 20. As novice and scholastic he passed with much merit and

distinction through the various grades of probation and preparation by

which the Jesuit is trained for his arduous work, and was ordained

priest in the year 1825. Being a ripe scholar, well versed in

literature, ancient and modern, an able theologian, a fluent and

impressive speaker, he soon took a foremost place amongst the leading

priests at his time.

THE Very Rev. Canon Lyons, P.P.V.F., Spiddle, County Galway, died

recently at the venerable age of seventy-four years. He was educated for

the priesthood at St. Jarlath's College, Tuam, while yet that

institution included a thorough theological course in its curriculum of

studies. He was ordained in 1839, and speedily distinguished himself as

a pastor of zeal and eloquence, indefatigable in his labors for the

spiritual and temporal welfare of his flock. He built many churches and

parochial schools, and was among the foremost of the clergymen who drove

the infamous Souper plague from West Connaught. Canon Lyons was

charitable to an extent that always left him poor in pocket but rich in

the love of his people. He was buried within the walls of his parish

church and the funeral was attended by priests and people from many

miles around.

THE death is announced of Rev. Francis Xavier Sadlier, S. J., at Holy

Cross College, Worcester, Mass., after a brief illness. He was born in

Montreal, in 1852, and was the son of the late James Sadlier, who, with

his brother, the late Denis Sadlier, founded the well-known Catholic

publishing house of D. & J. Sadlier & Co. His mother is the well-known

Catholic authoress, Mary A. Sadlier. Father Sadlier was educated at

Manhattan College, and after a brief but brilliant career in journalism

decided to enter the priesthood. He was received into the Jesuit

novitiate at Sault-au-Recolet, Canada, on the 1st of November, 1873, and

had the happiness of being ordained at Woodstock last August. In the

death of this gifted young priest the Society of Jesus has met with a

loss which can only be accurately estimated by those to whom his perfect

purity of heart, deeply intellectual mind and most lovable character

have endeared him for many years. We deeply sympathize with his aged

mother and family. His mother had not seen him since his ordination, but

was present at the funeral, where she saw her loved son in death. Happy

mother to have such a son before her in heaven, where we trust he is now

enjoying the rewards of a well-spent life.

REV. JOHN J. MCAULEY, S. J., professor of rhetoric at Holy Cross

College, died suddenly of apoplexy, at the residence of Dr. L. A. O.

Callaghan, Worcester, Mass., on the afternoon of December 2. Father

McAuley went with a party of the students from the college to skate at

Stillwater Pond, and during the recreation he broke through the ice and

into the water. He returned to the college and changed his clothing, and

not feeling very well, started off toward the city for a walk,

accompanied by Father Langlois. He called on Dr. Callaghan, but before

reaching his house he became ill and had to be carried inside, where he

soon died, after the arrival of Rev. John J. McCoy, who, with Father

Langlois, performed the last offices. The deceased has been, for several

years, attached to Holy Cross College, and is distinguished among the

Jesuits as a rhetorician of high order. His funeral will take place at

the college. This is the second death at the college within one month.

REV. FATHER RULAND, C. SS. R., Professor of Moral Theology at the

Redemptorist College, at Ilchester, Md., died on the 20th of November,

of apoplexy. The Rev. Father was a venerable and well-known priest. His

loss will be keenly felt by the community as he was a man of deep

learning and truly good.

REV. THADDEUS P. WALSH, first pastor of Georgetown and Ridgefield

parishes, Connecticut, departed this life on the 10th of November, at 3

o'clock, in St. Catherine's Hospital, Brooklyn, N. Y., to which place he

had been taken. Friday, October 30th, Father Walsh went to New Haven on

business, and it was there that the first warning of sickness, and as it

came out, of death, came to him. He had an apopletic stroke of paralysis

which affected his left side, rendering it almost powerless. The

following Saturday evening he received the last rites from the church,

and on Tuesday morning he died. The funeral took place on the 13th of

November. There were present Rt. Rev. Bp. McMahon, some sixty priests,

and a large concourse of his afflicted friends. Father Walsh was born in

Easkey, County Sligo, Ireland, about fifty-five years ago. He was

ordained priest in St. Mary's Seminary, Baltimore, in 1880. His

classical course was made in St. Charles College, Ellicott City, Md.,

and was begun when he had reached the age of forty years. Before he went

to college he lived in Meriden, where he saved money enough from daily

toil to pay for an education. He was a good and faithful priest in every

sense of the word, and was most devotedly attached to his sacred duties.

THE Rev. Father Simon P. Lonergan, pastor of St. Mary's, Montreal, died

there, November 11. Father Lonergan was very well known and exceedingly

popular in that city, and, in fact, throughout the Dominion. He was a

man of rare culture and experience, and through his death the Catholic

Church in Canada loses one of its strongest pillars. Father Lonergan

died of typhoid fever, and to his labors among the sick during this time

of sad affliction in Montreal may be attributed the overwork which

brought on the disease.

MANY in Buffalo, says the _Catholic Union and Times_, will hear of

Father Trudeau's death, recently in Lowell, Mass., with sincere sorrow.

Deceased was a distinguished Oblate Father, who, while engaged in

parochial duties at the Holy Angels, in this city, won the reverent

affection of all who knew him by his priestly virtues and sunny nature.

SISTER.

THE death is announced of Mother Mary, the Foundress and first

Superioress of the Sisters of Immaculate Conception, a Louisiana

foundation, whose mother house is located at Labadieville. Known in the

world as Miss Elvina Vienne, she belonged to one of the best Creole

families in the State. She died in her 51st year, and the twelfth of her

religious profession.

LAY PEOPLE.

MR. THOMAS COSGROVE, who, during the past half century, has occupied a

prominent position in Providence, R. I., as a successful business man,

died Sunday, Nov. 8th, at his residence on Somerset Street, in the

eighty-first year of his age. The story of his life is a practical

illustration of the success which rewards persistent endeavor and strict

attention to business. He was born in county Wexford, Ireland, and after

receiving the advantages of a common-school education of that time, he

begun his life-work in the pursuit of various branches of business in

Nova Scotia, Portsmouth, N. H., and Portland, Me. In the year 1837 he

came to Providence, where his energy and business ability met with

successful results. He occupied a prominent position among the members

of the Catholic Church, and was a devout attendant at the services of

the Cathedral. His wife died several years ago, and Mr. Cosgrove leaves

four children. James M., who was formerly an active member of the legal

profession in Providence, and has been prominently identified with the

local Irish associations, is now an invalid. One of his daughters is the

widow of the late Richard McNeeley, who was engaged in the dry goods'

business on Westminister Street, Providence, many years ago. The other

two daughters are unmarried and reside at his late home on Somerset

Street. The funeral services of Mr. Thomas Cosgrove were held at the

Pro-Cathedral. They were largely attended by the congregation, of which

Mr. Cosgrove was one of the oldest and most prominent members, and by

Catholics and business men from different parts of the State, completely

filling the sacred edifice. A solemn Pontifical High Mass of Requiem was

celebrated by Right Rev. Bishop Hendricken. At the conclusion of the

Mass, the bishop, assisted by the officiating clergymen, pronounced the

final absolution, and spoke a few words relative to the life of the

deceased as a man and a Catholic.

MR. JAMES WAUL, so long and favorably known to the Catholic public, in

his office as sexton of the Church of the Immaculate Conception, died at

his home in Boston on the evening of Saturday, Nov. 7th. He was a native

of the county of Galway, Ireland, but came to this country when quite

young. For the last fifteen years he had faithfully discharged the

responsible duties of the office above referred to, making many friends

through his uniform courtesy and kindly disposition. He will be sadly

missed in the church with which he was so long connected. The prayers of

those whose interests he cared for so earnestly will doubtless be

fervently offered for his eternal rest. The funeral took place from the

Church of the Immaculate Conception, on the morning of November 10th.

The Rev. Father Quirk celebrated the Requiem Mass. The Rev. Father

Boursaud, rector, and the Rev. Father Charlier accompanied the body to

Calvary Cemetery. May he rest in peace!

WE regret to chronicle the death of James Valentine Reddy, Esq., a

well-known member of the Richmond bar, who died at his residence in that

city, on Nov. 5, of pneumonia. He was about thirty-six years of age, and

removed to that city from Alexandria, Va., where his relatives now

reside. He was of Irish birth, and his love for the old sod of his

forefathers was pure and strong. He was a member of the National League,

and of several societies connected with St. Peter's Cathedral. He was

devoted to the practice of his religious duties, and ere his spirit

winged its flight received its last consolations. Deceased had more than

common gifts of oratory and was a ready penman. His disposition was

generous, and he was always ready to relieve distress when in his power.

Mr. Reddy was a contributor to our MAGAZINE, and although we never saw

him, we were led to esteem him highly. He was a great lover of Irish

poetry and song, and had, perhaps, as fine a private collection of them

as there is in this country. His heart was indeed wound up in the dear

old land; but he did not forget in this love the allegiance and fealty

he owed to the land of his adoption. His life is but another of the many

examples of Irishmen, who, living at home under a government of giant's

strength used as a giant would use it, would be called a rebel; but who

under a government where all men are free and recognized becomes a

worthy and faithful citizen, a good example for those around him. The

deceased was born in the county of Kilkenny, near the village of

Kilmacow, and about six miles from Waterford City. St. Patrick's Branch

of the Catholic Knights of America, in their resolutions of condolement,

say that he was a faithful, worthy and popular member, and they

fittingly voice the sentiment of all the Catholic and Irish-American and

other civic societies, with which he was associated, in thus placing on

record this expression of their sorrow over his early demise, and also

in giving utterance to their deepest sympathy for, and in behalf of, the

bereaved wife and children thus unhappily deprived of the fond love and

tender care of a devoted husband and affectionate father.

MR. JOHN REILLY, a well-known and respected resident of Charlestown,

Mass., died at his residence, 92 Washington Street, on Wednesday, Nov.

4th, after an illness of nine months at the age of sixty-four years. He

was perfectly conscious to the last, and bade each member of his family

a fond farewell ere he closed his eyes in death. Mr. Reilly was a

carpenter by trade, and in politics an active Democrat, being for a

number of years a member of the Ward and City Committee. He was also a

member of the Old Columbian Guards of Boston. He leaves a widow, two

sons and two daughters to mourn his loss. The funeral services were held

at St. Mary's Church on Saturday morning, Rev. Wm. Millerick

officiating, and the burial took place in the family lot at Calvary, the

following gentlemen acting as pall bearers: Messrs. Michael K. Mahoney,

James Hearn, James H. Lombard, Thomas Hearn, Thomas B. Reilly and David

Hearn.

MR. JOHN NAGLE, a prominent member of the Cathedral parish, died of

consumption at his residence in Boston, on Sunday, November 29. He

leaves a family of five children. His funeral took place from the

Cathedral on December 1. The Rev. Father Boland celebrated the Mass,

Fathers O'Toole and Corcoran being, respectively, Deacon and Subdeacon.

The friends of the deceased were present in large numbers.

IN this city, on the 27th of November, Mrs. Catherine Daly, aged 74

years. She; was born in Bandon, county Cork, in 1811. She had been a

resident of Boston some forty years. Her death was peaceful as her life

had been good and charitable. Her remains were interred from the Church

of the Immaculate Conception, where a Mass of Requiem was said for the

repose of her soul, which may God rest in peace. The interment took

place at Calvary Cemetery.

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BASHFULNESS.--Do not yield to bashfulness. Do not isolate yourself,

sitting back in a corner, waiting for some one to come and talk with

you. Step out; have something to say. Though you may not say it well,

keep on. You will gain courage and improve. It is as much your duty to

entertain others as theirs to amuse you.