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Ono time when we's ee annty's houee—
Way in the country—where
They's ist but mode and pige and e0Wei
A03 all's outdoors mildew 1
An orehurd swing and choirs' treel,
Au' &marries in 'eon! Yee, an' these
Here red -head birds tteal all they please,
tech 'em e Ou (ifiXt.)
NTV WIMSt. 0110 time when We wU t110/0,
Wo et oet on the porch 1
Wite where the cellar dear was shut
The table waz ; an I
Let aunty get by me an cut
My witties up, an' pie.
To awful funny 1 I could see
The r• d heads in the ohurry tree
An' bee hives, where you got to be
o ke goin' by—
An' eenap'ny there KU' all, au' we—
We et out on the porell
An' 1 ist et p'surves and things
At Ina don't 'low ma to
An chicken gizzurds (don't like wings
Like Paruuts does, do you ?)
An' all the time tee tvied Mowed there
An I could teal it in my hair,
An ist smell clover ever' where
Au' a °id red head flew
Pure nigh wite over my high chair,
'When we et out on the porch
—jamas lP7titcontb REtcy.
onmaided.
Somerville Journal :
"1 love you, dear!" he softly said,
eknow it she ronliete.
"our slightest wisb is law to nee t"
She smiled with conscious pride.
•
"sea, darling., at your feet 1 kneel!"
I ate," said she. " That's right"—
" Surely such love must touch your heart ?'
" oh, yes, it's toitehing—quite
"1 worship your he murmured low,
" oh, 1 know that," she said,
"You are ray queen, nay lite, my alt
Slae tossed her dainty he Ad.
And no the love-sick fool went on,
'wooing a maid of stone.
Why don't young men have sense enough
To let such gtrle atone?
Lent,
Boston Courier :
The annual Lenten days have come,
The meekest ot the year;
The dress soit and the decollate
Together disappeaX;
The "light fantast c toe" retires
To rest in stippered ease.
And novelettes are taken up
The modern belle to please.
The maiden ard the cavalier
Do practice self-denial.
And emphasize their faith upon
Time's ever-chaucing dial;
But whateoe'er the maiden saves—
You inay depend upon it—
Will be contributed unto
The darling Easter bonnet.
THE Pliak DONNA.
=et Yeah& Till the morning, Signor,
you are mine. I very inuoh admire this
new opera andmoet of all this flaxen-
hoired prima donna. I Mtn very reatrYI
Signor, but, pletese you, we will remain."
She tweed me a hiss from the tips ot her
tapering flogere, than fondled her fan with
a little rippling laugh and sank into rap.
turone contemplation ot the new opera. I
hmtd chosen my way and I walked in it.
For the fireli time in my life I was under
the hand of authority, and I eat shivering
as eaoh clear note pierced me, lietening but
not again loeking either et Leonora or at
Mine.
When the curtain fell tipon the teat act
Leonora tonaleed me lightly on the arm,
saying:
" Theve you been sleeping, Signor Au.
thony ? It Wail a green.' opere, but you are
very pele, Oh, I would that Leonora had
etill the power of helping you; bat tbe star
is hiding over the dietant hill before the
glory ot the eastern lighting, The night
will soon be forgotteu, Signor, and you will
be happier in the bright sunlight. Take
heart, end jest once more look, as you a1.
veays have, upon your little env. It is I,
not you, who ehoulci be paling now in the
morning gleaming. You will not look at
me, Signor. Then, I pray yon, give me a
little farewell sapper et the Cafe Royal, for'
I have tried very herd to be good to night.
"No, no. Not to.night," I groaned.
"Signorina, did I not say that I wee ill?'
"Will not the morning be eoon enough,
Signor, for you to watoh the eunrise kr the
flaxen hair?"ehe asked. "The night will
not be long; can you not find strength for
it? They are all so short, so , very abort,
even the longest night& Oh, happy, happy
yore For out of the night comes the
morning."
Stertied by the strange coincidence of
this from Leonora's lips, / spreng to my
feet, exclaiming : " Signorina, yon madden
rne ! You drive me wild! What do you
mean 7"
"Leonora never meana enything but pre.
cisely what ehe seye, and what she seem
Signor Anthony con .eiwaya understand,"
she replieringenelyi " If he is driven wild
it, is hientivn heart, not this little tongue of
Leonora's fleet maddens him. How often
hatedhe told me that it soothed bus sadness!
Vmy ehnald he &di it maddening now then
ly to cheer him, it telle him of the bright-
ness of the shining of the beautiful Semen -
haired morning, only waiting to dispart for
him theee gloomy ehadowe of the night.
No, no. We will not go to the cafe. I
was foolish to ask it. It wes not a supper I
wished. I only dreamed of looking just a
little longer into your facie, Signor, bun it is
hidden from me elreedy. I could not Bee
it even if we were there. Yes, take me to
my home at once. It may be that I aan
fall asleep there and, perhaps, forget it."
"Forget whet ? " I said savemely. "Do
you mean that I have wronged yon, Sign-
orina ? "
"No, no ! Signor Anthony. Never that 1"
she exclaimed eagerly. "Ole, I would
never sleep again if it would bring forget.
fulness. I would wake or dream and
still remember how kind, and how
ever and always kind Signor Anthony
has been to me. I would ooly pray that
you forget, forget that ever Leonora spoke
a word that maddened you. She did not
know what she was saying, for the night is
alweye darkest just before the day; yet,
least of all, would I seem gloomy to you
now. That is all. I am in haste, and I
beg you on my knees, Signor, to hurry with
me to my home. No, no, I pray yoa do
not epeak to me again. I would rather re-
member the old voice than hear the new.
Only take me in silence to my home."
Mina might have had many faults;
T4Pnona had none. Mina might have
been far inferior in beauty —indeed, I
knew that she mast be—but I loved her as
r always loved her. I thought of her as of
the beautiful morning, while I had never
thought of Leonora as anything but the
perfect night. She was to we the night
which gives a subtle charm to everything;
refreshing the tired watcher; bringing rest
and °elm to the weary wanderer; but
never et ray of welcome sunlight; never
impaeting warnath ; never lifting the soul's
deeires like the mists out of the valleys ;
bestowing hempinese but not joy; bringing
relief but not satisfaction; hiding "item
ungainly outlines in the silver shadows and
tlie latilf•lighte o refleotion, but never bring.
img out life's grandest, noblest charms as
in the glory of the perfect day.
After the beeninfal night it was for the
beatific morning which I welted as
anxiously that night, at the opus, as ever
in the longieet hour in my Audio ; though
it may eeern impoesible to one who, with
the cold dietrast and disspprobation of
nelf-aupporting, heartiest), frigid, moral
dignity looks down upon my weak deference
to those promptings which I eagerly
allowed to lead me when I might better
have controlled them by ouch a disposition
as that with which my critic may be
blessed.
Pity me instead, 0 stronger, more re-
solute and aocomplielned pilot of this life's
uncertain sea, for in due season I reached
the rocks of retribution towerde which I
was blindly steering, and, leaving seen and
suffered, I cringe now from your oondem•
nation and humbly ask ter charity. Re.
member I had. not your chart to guide me;
had not your san to shine above me. I
atieuld have known it and rcuide my oalcul.
onions !accordingly, but I did not know it
and took all my bearings in the deceptive
' night.
Thee I sat, without philosophy or theory
in unalloyed appreciation; of that lovely
vision. Never had so many admiring
eyes been turned upon "Leonare. Never
had no many of thm grander lords of
the Florence creatien jealously envied me
the smiles of that beautifol woman, and
with the pride o.art in that which is per -
feat grace and aymmetry, I enjoyed their
rapture and roy own.
The oralmetra finished the overture.
The oartairn'rose. The opera began. And
r still sat in the dreamy elysium witbout
once tursi g my eyes from Leonora. She
was looking at the stage, ben that did not
when she turned her face towurd
that, by the God that bends ebOve net Sig.
nor Anthony, could I have won you De no
other way, I believe that for you I could
hare been ea black tie night, Seel I (tont
fess ik. You have rejoined me. You hemp
spurned we. You have bidden nee conch
Wei last moment for tweet revenge to find
some fault in you. I nee the time ta tell
you that, when you might !nave nude ot me
a willing victim, yen did me no wrong. Go
your way, Signor Anthony, I heve only eo
thank you. 1 have no fault to find. The
flexen.haired ennshine ot the North is in
your heart. The evening star etbandona
the struggle to give light. But take heed,
Signor Anthony! Wleile there throbs in
this breast a woolen's honnt, a Florentine's
pride and en Italiten'e passiam where Leo-
nora heel set her love and lost, no other
wornane love shall weer an easy crown.
A thorny path be yours to see your sanriee !
May your morning light fall on re cloud and
not oa you! nifty your they dawn in dark -
flees bleaker there this night, and the firet
time and the last when you look into the
eyes you love may it be across this lifeless
breast!"
A night wind swept over me. It chilled
my forehead and was gone. The fragrance
ot a flower was in the air; it charmed my
senses anti vette gone. Leonora, stem of the
evening, beautiful Etter, tilling my lonelinese
with light left me her came—and die.
appeared.
me.tter ;
me I k ew that she vvonld smile again, end
itt ev ry action, every expression, she was
happier than I had ever seen her before. A.
der& of appleuse soon silenced the music
andel knew that the prima donna wets upon
t stage; but I did not turn from Leo•
norm, for whet did I care for the orchestra,
opera or prime, donna? They were but
the satelites of an hour. It was Leonora
who waa the etar of the evening. The
meteor upon the stage would flash and in
a flame expire and be forgotten. Alcyone,
alone goddess of the Pleiaclee, was immut-
able. Why should I turn f rom her to that
which was inferior?
it was some time before I even realized
the extent.of the applause. The shoats of
the audience rang loud e.nd long in such
uproarious ovation tint, wondering, et last,
how any woman inferior to Leonora could
be granted and receive such a demonstra-
tion, I carelessly turned toward the stege.
The freostic throng, the dazzling step,
the bewildering array receded end grew
Ole from reboot the oentrel figure, whose
eyern as she etood there, were fixed directly
npon me, leaving her and me alone, looking
into earth other's heerts. I clutched the
upholstered rail before me and gasping for
breath muttered:
"Mina My Mine 1"
it was a tribate of applause to the great
prima donna. Then, with a shudder, I
broke the spell end shrank behind the cur-
tain away and yet not away from the eyes
iny Mina.
" Thia uproar is horrible," muttered to
Leonora. "Let as go away for a while, till
the frantic fiends are sobered down."
A strange smile glistened about her eyes
but ata not tom& her lips as she sheole
leer head.
" I am ill," I era. "1 rimat go."
"Wait re little, Signor,' she replied.
" The singing of the prima donne tnay
make you well again."
" I will net wait," I said angrily, feeling
alb cold perspiration gethering upon my
forehead. "Come. 1 am going now."
Leonora lifted her fon till it hid her face
frenn the met, end fora behind in lengln
iBg till her teeth (imbed like the Mare at
night, she whiepered
"When the morning dawns the night
Wretch ! Fool! Fiend! Veleat was I
not ? Mutely I obeyed. We remote the
picturesque villa, where I first heard her
sing. I stood by the vine covered balcony,
where I had pleaded for fciendahip which
she had granted with each lavish gorier°.
sity, and once again I saw her turn and
give me that gentle, oh, so gentle, hand
and, in that same low melody, say :
"Thank, Signor Anthony. Goodneye,
and fare thee well."
Beyond the confines of the walls which
sheltered Mina ; beyond the influence of
air which she was breathing and her her
eyes, I come, et least, be °tamer,
and in jaetioe to Leonora I could for-
get for a moment the tumult of doubts and
fears which had possessed me. And thus,
holding her hand fest in mine and looking
up, I said:
" Leonora, you do not understand me to-
night and I do, not understand you. You
are meaning tleat we moat part. Once
before we parted in this way but we Mean
not again; for I will not let you go till you
tell me what fault you find in nee. If I am
wrong I will acknowledge it and make it
right, it it be poseible. If I am right I will
try and convince yoa."
°latching iny hand ehe turned upon me
fiercely and the worda came hissing from
between her glistening teeth.
"Yon ere blind, blind fool! For two
years have I drained the treesary of love
to win yon and tonight discovered that I
have failed, only to stand here calmly and
tell you that I find some fault in you!
With my very life have I not sought to
gratify eech wish which yon expressed,
and felt that for it all I was only pleasing
you, and have I not wondered ? Now, at
hist, when I see the secret of it all and
know that I have lost, shall I not suffer?
Ie it balm? Is it in a moment of cora.
passion that you offer me as a consolation
no opportunity to find some feult in you.?
What women's heart has ever taught you
that 2 What woman has ever saw a fault
in him at whoee feet she drew life, love,
truth, honor, everything, to do with what
as he wonld ? No, no, Signor Anthony.
If there bed been a fault to find I should
have found it long ago, when I let yon
think that I was poo; when I shamed
myeelt to be a model in the opportunity it
gave me to be near to you, 11 I had seen
a fault in yon, the time to own it was
before I stained my soul with tbe lie I told
you, when I said I had been as bed a,s
bad could be in Rome; for I had never
been from Florence. No, your lips alone
have ever kineed mo; your hand, no other,
has ever fondled me. It was of my own
choosing and rely own doing. And why, oh,
why ehould I turn to find some fault in you?
The moment when I entered your studio,
to come back to yon I saw that you were
Mudd of me. on had changed Mace in
the night you asked me to come to you
again. Yon had been thinking of your
father and of the beautiful model who,
with her child, heal followed him into
Germany, when he left her here because
elle wag not true to him. Yon had been
saying of me t She is only a model. If I
dare to love her she will be false to me, and
when I am tired of her I cannot get rid of
bee. No, no. I will nob love her. I saw
it I felt it, Signor Anthony, and I turned,
for time to think, to look tit your painting
of the sunrise. I found that it was changed
to night and I thought '1 will tem him
that too, am as black as night. I will
even dare to say that I have awned and
have 111) more any heart ter love, for it will
frighten away hie fears, and efter tint, by
gentionees and oonstancy, perhaps, I can
gain his lumen' My, very life stood gill
while I wee Baying those words to you, lent
you did not believe them. No, knew that
in your heart eon wotild not, %oil had you
—I do not know—had you taken me fee
CHAPTER XIV.
REALE:111MR ROPPARD,
The night was black. The starless heavens
threatened a winter storm as I walked
down the hill and through the Roman Gate.
Whether Leonora wee true or false in what
she said, it was thoroughly Italian, at least,
and she was quite correat in her eseertion
that I was a blind, blind fool. Whether
she was true or false, her anger wee sincere,
and the aurae of an ltalien woman is not a
pleasant thing to bear. Physionlly I was
not more afraid of her than I wee of the
Lorelei; but with a shudder I remembered
her words and repeated the last of them:
"The first time and the last when you look
into the eyes you love, may it be across this
lifelese breast!"
I entered the hotel where that great
prima donne, Mlle. Wilhelmine von Stein-
berg was to reside while in Florence, won.
dering how I oonld have reed and spoken
that name so often during the past month
and not have known that it meant my
Mina, Lady of our Castle Steinberg.
Standing in the corridor I eaeily discovered
that she was being entertained at a great
banquet given by the wealthy Germans of
Florence, and I remembered that a month
before I had been invited to join in this
welcome and hied declined, thinking how
much more I should enjoy a quiet dinner
at the cafe with Leonora, after the opera.
With promiscuous throng I waned in
the corridor to (tenth 000asi011al glimpses of
the gay company at the banquet, whenever
the door was opened. Mina was feasting
while I stood with the dogs to catch the
crumbs that fell from the master's table.
She est with her back toward me so that I
could not look into her eyee. At lard, how-
ever, tbe door was left open, for the guests
were rising and eome were going. Mina
rose. She would turn in. a moment. She
would see me standing in the doorway and
she would come to me. She turned slowly.
I saw the profile for a moment, then she
turned feather and I saw—no more; for
covering my eyes with my hand I staggered
through *he throng and oat into the street.
I was afraid to look into the eyes I loved,
and as the morning dawned I crept cringing
into my own house. I had fled from Mina.
Wes this the fading of my night and the
breaking of my morning?
Mechanically I changed my dress, mutely4,
sat at the breakfaet table, restlesely pace
that sumptuousmalon where twelve years
before my father had brought me, a scrap
of raw material, to be woven in a warp end
woof that should be alone of art and Mina.
Upon it he had turned every thought and
energy of his life. Physically from a frail
boy he had made an neueually strong linen
of me. Intellectually from a etupid charity
scholar, studying the alphabet in Boppard,
he had made me a master of many books
and many languages. Professionally from
nothing he had made me white the world,
et least, coneidered a leader. The fabric) of
my father's care was a marvel of saacees ;
bat what tied I done to it that thus one
gleam) from Mine should transform it to a
miserable, worthless reg? Looking an my.
eelf in the mirror, I asked:
'01 whet were you afraid ? "
It was not of Leonora, for in the day-
light I simply laughed at the bitterness of
her curse.
I was afraid of Mina. In the afternoon,
however, I made another attempt to eee
her. I entered the Grand Hotel like a
coward. Timidly I sent my card to the
great prima donne, and then I thought
what mocking sarcasm had I known; that
night wnen I hid behind the wall, bare.
footed on the Boppard pavement, too angry
to say good -night to Mina, what sarcasm
to have known the,t thus, the next time
that I would speak to her, I should come
cringing into finch a place, and humbly ask
a servant to crave for me the favor of an
audience; creme it only to be—my God 1—
refused! The servant returned the card to
me, upon a silver salver, with the Irmid in.
formation that Mademoiselle, the prima
donna, would be exoneed. Then he turned
away to hide a smile that was gathering
about his lips.
The day before there was not a mortal in
Florence who would have dared to laugh at
me. I had done as I would, in recklese
independence, only to find Florence always
at my feet. I had sat at the feast of Bel.
shazzar and been an honored guest in the
chambers of Mordecai. In the Belong of
the Pharisees or the Ingle of the Gentiles I
had ever been welcomed; holding alike the
band of fellowship with the prince ot
pleasure and the hooded anchorite. How
different it was from what it had been on
the Rhine, when to Mina I owed every pro-
tection from the jeers of the world; for
now that Mine had come to Florence, even
a groveling servant in the hotel was laugh-
ing at me.
Upon reaching my studio again, however,
the desire to see Mina was once more
uppermost, and I wondered that I had
been so dull as to send the card to her.
How should she have known my name?
I had forgotten for the moment, that to
her I was Carlo. And even if, by chance,'
she knew of the change, a course she would
not have rae approach her in that way. It
was a geed suggestion and I would take the
hint. I dared not face the grinning fiend
ot the hotel again, but I would go to the
Opera House in the evening, though to do
this I =et wait patiently for hours.
Titne stood still. Each Holt of the geeet
clock seerned to pause upon the threshold,
turn, look back and grin ht me before it
slowly wandered away into eternity to give
place to the next. In feverish excitement
I drank a glass of the strongeet wine and
threw myself upon the wicker divan where
the =dela posed. Then time moved on
:Mein and I awoke with a cry, as my boat
crashed into the rooks and the water covered
me, and, looking up above me, on the Cliff
I flaw phantom grinning, and in ray earl
was ringing still:
"rah glaube die Wellen versclilingen
Am Endo Schiffer tin ;
find dos hat trait iiirem Sitigen
Die Lorelei &theta"
The olook was striking nine, and, spring.
Ing from the divon, I wrote opens cerd tleo
old num, Carlo, and beneath it : " Bement.
ber Roppard " and hurried to the Opera
EfOuse.
For half an hour I was kept waiting,
after I had sent the (Nerd, but bad not the
courage to rebel. Then it was returned to
me, without an intervening eatver, by an
insolent fellow who leered and ensiled and
in execrable dialect observed that Mlle.
Steinberg did not remember Boppard and
did not wish to see nee.
What a man of courage, consoience, snd
honorable promptings would have done at
such a time I did not stop to oonsider, and
I did not mere. Lturned eluarply upon the
fellow, kneeled him down, and quietly
walked mway. So far as I felt any senti.
merit concerning ehe act it wee one ot satis.
faction. Mina world hear of it and then,
at least, she would 'mow that she had . not
to eem.1 with the yielding little Carlo whom
she had eo often been obliged to defend and
whom elm tied so easily cinven away from
her upon the Rhine.
CHAPTER XV.
CALL IT INSPIRATION.
Through the night the rebellion in my
hears was constantly muttering : "1 have
knelt for the last time at Mina's feet. She
shall kneel at mine the next time." But
the morning found me kneeling again.
This time it svae through the medium of a
note which I wrote in the sleepiest of Ger-
man, jest as we had alwaya epoken together,
for it wee my boy's heart with all the same
old sentiments that was speaking to Mina.
It said
"Me MINA:
" Yon have not forgotten Boppard, but
you are angry. I am sorry and think that
I do not deserve it. Let me aome to you,
Mina, if only for the mike of those old dave.
Let me come. " Canna"
Before an hour had passed an answer
was returned by the same bearer, written
in faultless French. not by Mina to Carlo,
but by Mlle. Willielmine von Steinberg to
M. Anthony Winthrop. It said;
"It was well that you studied art. I
have watahed your progress year by year
with interest and pride, and have seen yon
become a great artist. For that reason, if
for no other, I could not lend myself to
amuse a discord between yon and your bean.
tifitil friend, to mar the glory of one repata•
tion with the ignominy of another. I
would have no cause to blneh for my old
playfellow. Owing, as I do, all that I am
or over can be to the generous support of
your father, I feel Meet I am doing as he
would have rae in refusing to see you or to
write to you again. When he returns to
Florence, if he bids me see you I shall obey.
Till then, rejoiaing in your success, praying
for your continued prosperity, trusting to
your honor and =artiness, I remain,
" WILFIELMINA VON STEINBERG."
"She owes all that ehe is or ever Obn be
to the generone support of my father," I
muttered, and my thoughts carried me
back to the day when we arrived in Flor-
ence and I heard him saying to nee:
" While you are perfecting yourself in art
to please her, she will be perfecting herself
in other things to please you. You are
wishing her to be proud of you. She will
be wishing yeti to be proud of her. There
are other hangs besides ert in which you
should perfect yourself, for one should be
prolioient in many things to be worthy of a
women's admiration."
What had he not done for me He knew
the human heart too well to talk to me
continually of Mina. He understood the
epirit of rebellion so evenly provoked by
orpoeition ; end the spirit of opposition so
quickly aroneed by intervention. He had
simply and enccesef ally endeavored to
destroy for me the fascinations of the
world, that there might nothing come be.
tween my heart and Mina. The while be
had been giving the same opportunities to
Mina, to perfect herself as a woman, which
he had given to me as man. When he
discovered that the last and strongeat
temptation had stolen through the studio
door, bow pungent was his gentle admoni.
tion "The one you have would meke a
remarkebly beentiful night, while Mina's
face is wonderfully expressive of the truth,
the light and the beauty of the morning."
What had Mina done in appreciation of
those opportunities? What lied I done?
I underetood now what my father meant
by the lest sentence he bad spoken to me
before he went away "Woe to the world
becense of offences, and woe unto hiM by
whom the offence corneth."
If there remained anything more in the
power of a mortal to perform for me, my
father did 11 10 the letter which he left me :
in its clear and explicit warning; in its
guaranty of untrammeled independence.
His work wee done and he went away from
Florence, leaving me unreetrained, to
follow that which, sooner or later, would
surely lead me, the unconditional inclina-
tions of my own heart.
I had followed them. At last I saw
where they had led me, and I knew that it
was through no misapprehension but my
own that I had not seen long before pre-
cisely where they were leading. I appro.
dated the value of my tether's admonitions
only by appreciating what they might have
been to me, and still failing to perceive
that there Was any bearing upon the future
in it all, I carefully folded the letter and
laid it in my desk, still whiting the outside
of the sepulchre with the complaisant
coneolation: "11 Mina knew all she would
not have written as ehe did. If I should
try to explain it to her she would not believe
me. If I wait she will discover her error
and return."
(To be continued.)
ST. l'A'rRIOVI3 DAY.
St. Patriok's Doty (Theroh /71shne usually
celebrated amid a pienieude of mud, blit
this spring the weather is bX0OptiOnal, !OP
We are getting the heenieet of oar winter
in the middle ot March. The Irish claim
St. Patrick for their patron (taint, true
80131e say that be was born in Boulogne,
Frame, in 372, rend Milan maintain tbat
he was born neer Kilpetriale in Scotland, in
373. Be died in Down, Uister, March
17th, 493 or 495, and Mind have lived at
tweet 120 yettra. His proper name was
Sweetie, and be received the Latin name
Petricius (uoble) at Rome. Pretrial(
preaohed the goepel in Irelened with such
effect then although not absolutely the
first to introduce Christianity into that
country, he has alive). a received the credit
of its genertel convereion. The biehoprio
of Dublin wen team -fed by St. Patriots
about 448. St. Petreene Cathedral wee
erected in liable, mo 1190 by Arohblehop
Coneyn, on the site of an old church, The
cethedral was datteurik'sed in 1546, and used
as a lee, court till 1564 It was rebuilt
241h, 1865. risGr65a.inuess and reopened February
The [nett poets untke many references
to Sc. Patrick, some religions, others
patriotic and atilt others oornical. Aubrey
de Vere tells of the coeversion of King
Laegbaire
They entered the circle; their hymn they cemeed ;
The Druids their eyes bent earthward still:
On Patrick's brow the glory increased,
As a sunrise brightening some breathless bill.
The warriors sat silent ; strange awe they felt ;
The chief bard. Dubtach, rose up aud knelt!
Tnen Patrick discoursed of the things to be
When time gives way to eternity.
Of kitugicluoge that cease, which are dreams not
And the ktugdom built by the Eing of kings.
Of Himloshse; spoke who reigns from the Cross;
Of the death which is life, and the life which is
And how all things were made by the Infant
Lord,
And the small hand the Magian kings adored.
His voice sounded on like a throbbing flood
That ewelle all night from. some far-off wood.
And when it was ended—that wondrous strain—
Ivisible myriads breathed low, "Ainett."
Then whispered the King to chief ose by,
' It were better for me to believe than die."
Patrick the Apo,ttle, the son of Calphurn,
These pagan interment's endured no longer ;
And Eire he commanded this song to learn,
" Though 11We is stros g yet love is stronger 1"
To the Gaels of Eire he gave a Creed;
He bade them to fear not Fate, Demon or
Faery;
But to fast iu Lent, and by no black deed
To insult God's Son, and Hie mother Mary.
Patrick Sarsfield °wieldy wrote:
And you ask the thoughtless question
Why I celebrate the day?
Friend,. I celebrate no triumph
Won in battle's bloody fray—
Triumph of one kingly despot
O'er another, at the cost
Of a hecatomb of heroes,
And, perhaps, of freedom lost 1
Nor a victory ignoble
Of one faction, class or creed,
While a strife -distracted nation
Wept the fratricidal deed 1
'Tis not these my memory hallows;
Friend, it is a sacred cause
--
'Tis the bringing to a people
Christian light and love and laws.
Gentle Patrick the Apostle
Sore no flaming battle brand;
In his breast of peace the Gospel,
And a ehanarock in his baud!
These the weapons that he wielded;
Ireland bowed to Heaven's BWajr ;
Who'd object but brutish bigots
If we celebrate hie day?
Lawreece G. Goulding:
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HOW pRmss pairs.
suitor suite — seaside Radars— Unta for
Small Beads.
Salm gaits more than ever conform to
the regulation neen.of,war mit and have
naval insignia embroidered upon theadler.
dome and shield; theae emits are oleo
made of waahable goodie
There are many new ideas iu plaited
suite; they are made of plain or checked.
material, either plaited back and front or
with stitched tetraps from. shoulder to
waiat end a buttoned belt, the welt at eaoh
eide forming pockets; and othera have
yokes below which are tuoka.
For boys over 10 the single or double..
breented sack coat, looeely fitting end
slightly following the linee of the figure, is
eminently suitable; the melte with vests are
else worn by boys of this age, the coat
beiog the jaunty thtembutton entawey.
A hat is to a boy whet a bonnet is to a
girl. The Derby is always en regle, and
the imported (moan hitt whiale is eo easily
rolled up and put out of the way. The
most noticeable feature seems to be the
dark trimmings of the felt bate, even the
lightest shades being bound and banded
with bleak.
For younger boys the two or three piece
snits bound with braid and trimmed with
eoutemhe are used for Sundays and holi-
days ; the materials in vogue ere the wide -
wale diagonals, trinote, crepes, eta.
The eilk Bailor is a novelty for little boys
and the Englieh walking hat of etiff felt in,
gray and the puede shades.
Suede oricketing cape are shown in tan,
brown, blue and black, and a nobby little
turban for a wee °ion of masculinity is well
dubbed "Oar Dot,"—Countese Annie de
Montaigu.
True as the needle's to the polo, as this dull earth
goes round,
And certain as the lightning's flash evokes a
rumbling sound;
The Irish breast, where'er it beats, at home or
far away,.
Expands with joy as morning breaks to hail St
Patrick's Day.
Member of the Legislature.
In addition to testimony of the Governor
of the State of Maryland, U, S.A., a mem.
ber of the Meryland Legislature, 12Lon.Wrn.
C. Harden testifies as follows: "746
Dolphin St., Balto , MO., U. S. A., Jen. 18,
'90. Gentlemen: I met with a severe ac-
cident by falling down the beak stairs of
my residence, in the darkness and was
bruised badly in my hip and side and
suffered severely. One and a half bottles
of St. Jacobs Oil completely cured rae.
C. Hamm," Member of State Legislature.
Assignments in Ontario.
Politeness at Rome.
A lady furnishea as with a glimpse of her
home hie by the following questions:
Don't you think a man should be as polite to
his wife as be is to other women? Why should
he be wholly devoted during his engagement and.
constantly indifferent after marriage?
The questione constitute a pretty hard
net to °rack. We rather shrink from
answering them, because they involve a
severe criticism of our own aex. If We tell
the whole truth we may all down the
anathema of every "forked radish," alias
man, in Chriatendom. Still, not even the
martyrdom in prospect shall deter us from
defending the right.
The man Who isn't as polite in hie own
home as he is in other people's homes
ehould be immersed in molten lead and
kept submerged until he repents of the
mime.
We fear, however, that the root of the
diffioulty is in human nature, fleet all men
ere alike in this reaped, hecanse they are
all made oat ot the same raw meterial. If
we had been consulted when the work ot
creation wee going on we should have
suggested that every eat of impoliteness be
followed by an attack of inflammatory
rheumatism or gout as a natural and
inevitable consequence. If men had beea
built on that plan one of the greatest
obstacles to domestic bliss might have been
removed. We are inclined to think,
though, that the sin of which our corres-
pondent complains is not wholly confined
to the sterner sex. We once beard of a
little tragedy whittle forces ne to this un-
gallant and heartrending conclusion.
While a beautifully dreeacid dame was pro-
menading the drawing room it mysterious
sound was heard as of something ripping.
It wee the shrill screech of torn silk, the
loud lamentation of a meetly train
that was being divorced from the embroid-
ered waist. The lenly turned with blanched
cheek end heard a piteone voice, lite the
wail of a perturbed ghost, crying, "A
thoueend pardons, =dame 1" A forced
smile, reeembling artificial flowers,
wreathed her lipa and she was about to
say, " It is of no consequence at all," when
she caught sight of the culprit—her hus-
band. The smile vaniebed, the gorgeous
enn of courtesy slunk behind a bank of
black clouds, and a look ehot from the eyes
of rezone hue which meant, if properly
interpreted, %lingering death by torture on
the return home. God help the hasband 1
our informant murmured, and hastily
sought eolace in a pieta of escalloped
oysters and chiekenisalad.
It is the oddeat thing in life that a man
aan behave like a day in Jane when among
strangers and like e. Dakota tornado in his
own household. If lunching in any other
house than his own he swears that the
chops are tender, even when,he knows that
they can't be torn into shreds by a buzz
saw. But has there ever been an instance,
in which a man did not howl and sheolize
his home when the °hope on hie own table
were tough? It there is such a case it is
not on the glowing pages cf the reaording
angel. On the contrary, that faithful
scribe of events has a list of expletives,
ranging from a few welnknown words of
one eyllable to polysyllabic expressions
strong enough to break the furniture, lift
the roof and endanger the salvation of the
re,oe.
The fact that as a general rule men feel
at liberty to vent their spleen on those
whom they really love best, find it possible
to purr in soeiety, and then go home to
scratch and yowl, presents a problem en
tengled and horrifying that we give it up
in despair. During the day they may be
exasperated a hundred times, but they
control both Lettuce end speech. The
anger they dere not show to their clients,
because it would affect their business, is
not dissipated in the eircamembient air. It
is bottled up, stored under the waistcoat?,
and when their own front door is shut with
a bang a series of explosions mecum which
knocks domeetio felicity into kindling wood.
Nothing is right; nothing can be made
right. If there is a fire on the hearth, it
must be put out; if there is none, then one
must be built. The dinner is too late or
too early. If early, then it is too late; if
late, then it is too early. The feathers of
Bead This, Young men. the lord of oreetion are ruffled and he eats.
Sweets ere just as healthy in their place as though he had stepped on a tack or sat
as nese beef. Pnre candies promote digea- down on a pin.
tion. It is ell a mistake that they injure
the teeth; it is not possible for them to do
so Is wonld be a singular thing if sweets
were injurious to health, because they are
in everything we eat in the way of fruits,
vegetebles and the grain out of which we
make onr bread. Any injury resulting
from the nee of auger, candy or preserves
is caused by their being need too frequently
or in too large quantities but everything
we eat and drink is liable to the same
objection. If taken before meals or directly
after, both sweets and nuts are promoters
of digestion; the observation and the
instincts of the civilized world on thia point
have led to the nee of both at the end of
meals. If sweets are taken only at meal
time, not between and not in melee, they
Will not only agree with the healthy
stomach, but tend to make a person fat MI
mach MO butter, for it is the carbon in
each which the syritem twee.
James Murphy:
Far 1 rom the fair Green Island
Of the loving heart and and hand,
We meet to -day by the rushing spray
In this glorious Western land,
With thoughts as deep and fervid
As when in early dreams "
We saw arise in morning skies
Green Ireland on the etreams.
John Philpot Curran :
When St.Tatrick this order established,
He called us the " Monks of the Screw" ;
Good rules he revealed to our Abbot,
To goide us in what we should do;
But first he replenished our fountain
With liquor the best in the sky' •
And be said, on the word ole saint,
That the fountain should never run dry.
It bee been seen above that there is
doubt as to whether St. Patrick was born
in France or Scotland, and whether he was
born in the year 372 or one year later.
Samuel Lover would have it, in the follow-
ing poem, that there is oleo some uncer-
tainty regarding the day of the month that
should be celebrated :
On the eighth day of March it was, some people
say,
That ',ain't Patrick at midnight he first saw the
day :
While others declare 'twas the ninth he was
born,
And 'twas all a mistake between midnight and
MOTU ;
For mistakes will occur in a hurry and shock,
And some blamed the babby—said some blamed
the clock—
Till with all their cross questions sure no one
could know.
If the child was too fast—or the clock was too
slow.
Now the first faction fight in ould Ireland, the y
say.
Was all on account of St. Patrick:a birthday:
Some fought for the eighth—for the ninth more
would die,
And who wouldn't see right, sure they blackened
his eye!
At last, both the factions eo positive grew,
That eaeh kept a birthday, so Pat then had two,
Till Father Mulcahy, who showed them their
sins,
Said' No one could base two birthdays, but a
twins."
The Bradstreet Mereentile Agency repert
the following aesignmente in Ontario :
Baysville—R. McQ urea, general store,
assigned to F. H. Lamb, Hamilton, Freel-
ton—Sohn Ross, general Ettore, assigned to
C. H. Scott, Hamilton. Toronto—Wm.
Ashen, jeweller, assigned to E. R. C.
Clarkson Toronto W A Bendel' gro.
eery, assigned to T. McDonald, Toronto.
Says he," Boys, don't be fightin' for eight or for
nine,
Don't be always dividin'—but sometimes 0010 -
bine;
Combine eight with nine, and seventeen is the
mark,
So let that•be his birthday." " Amen,' sailthe
clerk.
'11 he waen't a twins, sure our hist'ry will show,
That, et leant, he's worth any two saints that we
know 1"
Then they all got blind dhrunk—which com-
pleted their bliss,
And we keep up the practice from that day to
this.
In aorarnemoration of the one hundredth
anniversary of the death of John Wesley
there will be a pilgrimage of Methodist
clergymen and Minters in July, to Epworth,
the birthplace of John and Charleil Wesley,
says the New York Inibune. The arrenge.
menta aro being made by Rev. J. T. Dock-
ing of Boston university, and the party will
OW on the Canard steatnship Bothnia.
Dr. Walter 0. Smith, of the Eree High
Church, Edinburgh, was on the 171h ult.
accepted mit & meeting in Edinburgh for
nomination as Ildoderetor of the Free
Churoh Generel Aseembly,
Mrs. Sabra Certer prelims to donete the
town of Wilmington, Merman:teeth!,
$10,000, the income to be used in keeping
the houses painted. As no applicant will
be granted fee paint if he or she °WWI a
dog, or does not belong to a temperance
organization,
it ie reseoneble t� suppose
There is, of course, no meson in all this,
but then we are not governed by reason.
We are creatures of moods. We ere like
the old lady of Florida, who when she was
good was very, very good, end when she
was bed was horrid.
If we could once persuade ourselves to
behave towards our dearest ones ea politely
as we do toward utter strangerwe could
out down the mitering of our presohersi be -
cense we should have learned their lesson,
and find our rarest happiness in the home
rather than in the olnb.—Neie York Herald.
jil Right Once More.
Atlanta Constitution : The Billville Ban-
ner, which was closed out by the sheriff
three weeks ago, hes resumed publication,
and the editor seems to have recovered
his neuel epirits. He says "We are
still doing busineee at the old stand. We
settled our finenciet1 difficulties by promia-
ing to marry the sh6riffht mother.m.law.
Please omit flowers.",,
A ourione thing hen happened in London
in that the Pall Mall Gazette and the .11aRo1rs,
Iwo of the wildest iadical newspapers in
England, are defending the Prince of Willett
Shit she does not intend to have the town in the matter of ;the recent beecarat
painted red. mandal.