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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1891-4-2, Page 2a W Want 'tem, Von Moon,. 1:f we oelY ha thino as we want 'one, you know tebe world wouldn't go so confoundedly slow ; etor there's timely a ship, A.ad thoio's many a slip, Aud tbeneeineey a flip, Awl a rip, And a dip, What makos. us quite weary Deli bleary and blue, Became) we coma de bs we'd vat like to do. If we bad nreaehers that wouldn't go prezy, Xf WO only had deacous who wouldu't get dozy lawyess wereua fiy, , If drinkers weren't dry, if felts wouldn't die— Be end by, We'd en try leo see how unbiushingly good we could grow, Demise we'd have thiega as we want 'am, you kt only the world was built Equam 'stead of 11 only hard tees° could be made of mere sound, If we had lets of owes, And similar trash, It -without being rash— We mend mash, Like a flaela Any daughter of ewe tenon we cared to do so, Thou we'd sorter have things as we waut 'em you know But whea we down to a mere business base, We find tha we seem to heve missed a at plea te The outlook is inure, And we sigh like a Turk, As there's no chance to shirk, Or to lurk, Willie we work For our grub by the sweat of our brow here below, 'Canso things isn't nest as we want 'am, you know. —Yttlacee Blade. THE PRIMA DONNA. Time I tureed to my books and my meet again, in a spirit of dogged enduraime, atilt blindly devoid of ony new motive whatso• ever • for "Whet is man that thou art mindful of him " wit8 t7 me h foolish cerieetion, with little meaning and no rele- vanty ; only an oatbaret of Hebrew devotion; a poet° license in the exelted hureility of ancient comctitioa 1 shonld as quielety have esked " What is Mina that I ehorild be miudfed of her? " And verily I think that I should bavt3 stion no possible differ. ence betwixt us twain. It is very easy, now, to see how egotieti. <laity I overvalued myself and how cruelly and blindly I uodervalued Mins ; but I loved her still, and theugh I would not go again to the opera or the hotel, when she had appealed to my honor and manliness to leitve her, I did, night after night, walk down t'ne Arno and leen upon the embank- ment wall, oppoeite the hotel, af ter the opera had closed. end look up at %he great windows, whith 1 easily diecovered opened tzpon Mina's apartments, and a curious eensation of satisfaction orept over me, bringing happiGeee with the thought that I might thus, theoretioally even, touch hut the hem of her gerneent, and es the remain. ing nights grew fewer I realized painfully how mrieh I eleculd micia her when she was gone. I even thought at times of following her, to live at least in the atmosphere which ehe was breathing. I might have done so, possibly 7 I cannot tell; bat one night ehe came to the window. In the eoft light shining from within I could distinctly see her and, reassured by the feet that in the darkness below I was irmisible, I looked up boldly and eagerly. She pashed open the swinging eeshand, leaning upon the el:abet. Belted cesement, turned a little till her eyee wandered down the silver Arno. I cou:d not look into them hut I could see the facie most distinatly in the light, which seemed almost to encanate from the M6Bass of loosened hair thet fell like golden sueehine about her facie. Breathlessly I stood there, doubting if I were waking, fearing lest I might still be eleepinge; eleepieg in the little attio chamber en %hi Rhiee ; for there above me, looking d.ovvn into the clear, bine water I saw—not the face of Mina, as I bad knowu it in Bop. pard and yet precisely the face of Mia that had followed me through all these years—the lovely face of the vision that cams to me ia my dream; the best:101W angel that beyond the phantom was beckon. ing me on to the Lorelei. The face thrt bad promised me a llfe out of death, a victory out of defeat, a triumph some day, some where, for Mina and for me, hidden deep in the heart of the Lorelei. Again I stood shuddering before the prophet, whose hand had peiinted for me in Ely dream the beautiful face of Mina as I Ghouls' BE it twelve long years afterward. Again, with eyes, but not to read the riddle, with ears, ba 5 noe to hear the voice, with a heart incapeble of comprehending, I asked myself: "What is the meesage ? What is the teeoret that it should impart ? " While I was wondering, and the gray Ettone walls of the hotel eeeming in the derkness to be the ledge of rock and the Arno the blae water of the Rhine, there etole Lora the window one soft rote and then another. I could hardly hear them, even in the stilly night, yet more dietirectly than the clenging of an orchestra ea.oh sound reverberated about me. It was Bane and low, end yet, if ever a voice, were eweeter to ic,nortal ear, if ever a song made gladder the heart of man, it must have emanated from beyond the limits of this world and have been snug by angele. Thie it was to mo, thongh it was the song that fortwelve years I had hated as one could only hate a speotreil raven never flitting from the boot above his door: " toh weiss richt, wee sell es bedeuten, Das ich so trs.nrig bin ; " I listened to the very end, and the end was the same little trill, as though we were away upon the hills of Bopperd, and she who sang it was jnet my little Mina as of old. 1 aro sure that 1 should have applauded, oblivious of all the intervening years ana changes, had not Mina reealled me to my. cell by turning abruptly from the window, leaving me alone with my thoughts in the dark street, by the river wall, upon the Atho. "Gould she, " I melted myself, "by any possibility have sung that gong and not have thought of me? " The grim Lorelei, towering above me, caught the first warm glow of sunrise. The dietant Itorizoa of my darkened life felt the joy and the gladness of the faintest Warning rey of coming day. The clouds around the east geemed moving westward, in betake of barniebed silver'breaking, un- veiling for me the first bright flush of morning. No inclination with me at that moment could hews been etronger than to remain where I was, wetching that open window, sure that, ere long, Mina must return to it, if for nothing raore than to alose it, giving me more glimpse of her. For that would have waited patiently the Whole) night long. Without any conscious volition, hetwever, and evidently agetinst every inolination Of the moment, I turned deliberately and weilleed rapidly away. Strenger still to nee, even at that moment, Wee the filet that inetead Of geeing home I Wind neyeelf hurting at eine to my Audio. vese Sunday morning, just after mid: night. Entering the atuaio I lit a hemp and took from ite hidieg pleat the lerge cermet% which had so long been welting to become the compenion to the What Wee toy intention ? I my it soberly and trethfully : when I took a °rayon in ray band and stooa before that blatee care vise 1 had absolutely no knowledge of whet I proposed to do or why. I knew r,o more &beta it than I knew in those moraine atnisto upon the Rhine why it was thot I was leaving Boppard. 1 had even been for eeme militates engoged upon my work before the outlinee appeariug suddenly aroused me to the at that I was drewing upon the chum the rook, the river, the 'ninon ot Mina tee I had seen them iu my dream—the ciesigu for my " Morning." When ()pee 1 uaderstood it I laughed oat - right end said; Of (entree! What else could pogeibly have been the completion a the propheoy, the peofessionel triumph of my life, the victory for Mina and for rne but the Lore. lei?" Taere wae no need of a sketch to copy, any mom than there had been a need of the reel rook, over the river, the day when I made the fleet etudy from that dream for my father's inspection. Oely the aummit ot the rook a wed filling tete lower part pp , which I should have hatened, than etrer be. of the ()Armee, amd a shimmer of water as the leattom, as though iri the dietetic() far fore in my life, The miesion of the pro. below; white seateu upon the brow of the pleat, what that to me ? It was the power cliff wae the life.size bore, not wrapped in and not the prinoiple to whioh, I turned for mantling oloude and relate as I had vaguely help; the ruling passion growing strong in planned for tbe " Sunri,ie," but enveloped death. I saw all more vividly than I have ia golden hair' it halo of inherent light it been able to exprese it, yet oried in defiance, should be, if ell the power tied- inspiration " Do with me what you will, only let my in me could reproduce the effect as I had Morning' be perfeot., seen it tba,t night, in the window. While I The day wore away and the night was wae drawing I saw the whole complete in upon me; but I dare not to lay my palette color; fancy after fancy followed my ore,yon and breeehes for instant, lest that power as it led me on ; for before I had finished ehould slip from me. Thus, holding them the details in my mind, my hand had alin one hand, with the other I lit e.11 the ready finished them upon the °eaves. lamps in the stue.io and arranged them bit• Call it inspiration. Call it what you nind me and jnet above my head, and, will, I am sure of one thing that it waS nOt quivering in every nerve from the intense 1; for without an erasure or a eingle appre- excitement I petinted on, and through filet oiable endeavor?, to actoomplish something night I was not once perplexed about the which did not result, or produce a though; result of any combination, though the tint which would persistently appear impei Lon required were the pelest orange or the most the work went on. As if I stood as 1 hied delicate violet. The result of the lamplight to often, behind my tether's chair, watching upon my palette did not Beem different him work, daring my first lessons, I stoou from what it might have been e.t any, Cep% then before that canvas, equally conscious and I am not sure that I really reabEitiTed that I was not doing the work myeelf. the appropriate tints in combining; but I As the first warm light of morning dead- seemed to eee the exact effect of each blend. ened the yellow of the lamp light I knew ing, and I have often been lees positive and tbat the drawing was finiehed : not because in the end lees acourate iu the daylight than I scanned it as usual with critical study, I was that night. adding it Huggee'ion here lit'd changing Icy perspiration stood upon my forehead there it line at/lair's breadth, in the hope of as 1 bent over my idol, workine et lent improving it, wondering if this might not upon the face. The eyes Alt, how they be better so, or that some other way, but shone and flashed for me. Like the clear, simply became my hand uncemecionsly !Rid living bine of laeaven they glowed among down the crayon. I knew ;het it was fia- the shadows of the wayward tresses of ished ; I knew that it was right. golden hair. The paned halt•smiliog lips Pushing baok my stool I stood tit it die- seemed ever and spin to move and whieper, tanoe, and surveyed the work with it eigh Viotory Victory 1" Nature was not et complete satisfaction. Has ever an natural nor life more lifelike. The light artist lived who could boast of eneh it senti- was the very sunshine, not gathering over rnent f or it drawing whioh was his own? a diEtant hill but radiating from the face, To me the restate of suoh inveatigations glowing through the golden hair of the had always been disgust, and terminated goddese of the morning. A harp rested in an angry exclamation : "1 must ohlthge upon the oval of the knee, end the delicate this. I mast wipe out that. Bah! It is fingers touched the strings. I even thought all horrible. Why can 1 never do what I then I could hear the melody as they sent think I am doing?" the strains of dawn stealing into thee CHAPTER XVI. air of the dying night below. OU CANNOT DO BETTER. Did a mester ever see such attributes in Y that filled me while I worked. They were not, one must admit, the eager and intepse desires called inepiration Whiah might naturally thrill the (Joel of one producing his Mehl roteeterpieee. Doubtless the application of a little preotioal philosophy might, even then, have auggosted it valuable Leeson to me in the feet that it wae because the full seti8. tuition of alt ray hope, the complete con- jogetion of Day verb to be, the aocurate solution of my We're one equation, all mu. tered in the ambition to paint it petfect picture, wad becanee T bad eo utterly failed to provide any other flesh ebout we, that when it was accomplished, it must leuve nee it ukeleton. But etas 1 At that porta- ous moment, when philosophy might at leaat have left me a parting blessing, I was beyond the reach of it. At that let Moinont I cared lees for the secret that to a creation of his own? Yet I knew that 1 elept upon the divan for an hour, then they were there as well as I knew thet took my palette and braehes and began to from the bare canvas not it single touch paint. The early morning light flooded _at mine. my studio. from the southeast, thou it " Three weeks and a day I had worked cern° from the south, then lingering over upou the " Night," a,nd thought it it marvel the western hills, and derkness drove me — from the easel, still unconscious of the of speed. awe days and a night I painted fatigue or hunger. upon the " Morniote," and it was finished. Was that my work? Upon reaching my home I found a note from my worthy instrnotor, good old Prof. The day dawned, The brightest and the best of the morning light flooded my Sclarlat"' ennrtenn8lY °eking ine when be studio. Hy hands fell, powerless, upon my was to see me again. Involuntarily I wrote knees, unable longer to bold either brush beneath his signature one word : "Never," and returned it to him as my reply. I or palette, and by that I knew that the work was completed. Trembling 1 ex. fully intended going again to my midnight ino" uished the useless lights and raising the watch upon Arno, for Mina was to be in curtains, walked to the opposite end of the Enorence but three nights more; but to studio and turned to examine thicAlit my own stirpriee, rising from the sapper Breathlessly I stood there, in much the table I deliberately went to my bedroom and undreseed. Berne mood, only vastly intensified, as I had stood in nay father's studio years be Discovering that I was retiring at such fore, wrapped in awe before his mervellous an meseeminely hour, a servant anxioutely productions. Carefully I examined every inquired it I was ill. My only reply was light and shadow, every thought and out - an order for breakfast it half hour before - et sunrise in the morning, and he left me line. Could a touch better it ? Could shadow or lightitig bring out anything? vieibly °ermined that I had gone mad. No. The morning without was not more It seems peculiar to me, as 1 think over it, bright Mime was not more beetutif al. In thew no uneasiness ornervonsness poeseseed 'nem, line and feature it was Mina. Was me that night as I hid my head upon tbe it my Mina? In every soul and Bente. pillow. I had become eo accustomed from mem it was morning. Was iv my morn- t„ my earliest recolleotion, to feeling that I was it helplees atom, wholly in the COn- ' trolling power some guiding hand, that n the warm, clear light of that spring to have toe int lir, seinn strengthened it little dawn I examined it with the most (ewer by such experienc m as I had just passed and anxious °ere, to °etch the slighttat through, rather tendered to make me lees trace of any error in the night work; bat independent and less mindful ot to -morrow even among the softest tints there was till the morrow °erne. As I -entered the not a fla,w which the daylight could die' t:tenacious of strange and unnetural timidity. (1°1/Zile I stood thus engaged a cold studio the next morning, however, I was I eeemed alone and as though I was breeze blew over me, and, with a shudder, seriously lacking something which I had I tamed to diecover the cause. Then, possessed. I could not tell what it was, but euddenly, I became aware of one standing I eat for an hour before the canoes, help. beside me, intensely absorbed in gazing Imlay holdirg a brush in my hand, without upon the Lorelei. " Father 1 Father 1" I cried, and eprang so much as touching it to the palette. Was the power all gone from me? I began to embrace him. to tremble and bitterly regret that I had It was jatet as it had been upon the left the studio the night before. Thus bit. Rhine, when I turned from the Lorelei to !mooning my utter powerlessness when left see him and spring toward him. He stepped back to avoid me, but did not to my own reeoarces, my thought ran back and baok and back, retracing the steps move his eyes from the canvas. Trembling which I bad taken to reech that day, till I I paused, afreid, for some reason, to ap- A. railroad man has invented it novel was wandering %gran upon the Rhine with proach him again or even to speak; but clock to be used in connection with the Mina, till I was drawing for her the battle bow proud I was, as I saw the admiration block signal system. It is arranged with s ecene upon the wall, till I dreamieg again &wing in WEI fa" and eyes dialand figures of unusual size, so that in the attic chamber. Then, suddenly, At last he spoke to me, in the same low they may readily be seen by the engineers strength came to my arm, the power re- voice and deliberate way that had ever of rapidly moving trains. The hands mark turned to me and I began to paint. The curbed the turbid (=rept of my life, turn- the time of the passage of a train and re- oanva8 Wa8 so large that I could work ing whithersoever he would, saying: main in that position until another train upon different 'nate oit, giving each "Anthony, dear boy, yon,have conquered appears. The engineer may thus learn t en opportunity to dry, which was fortunate at last. You have done all that you wiehed from the cloak (-meetly how long it was • for when the power again possessed to do, all that you will ever do with the since the previous train passed the station. me conlcl no more have stopped painting than brush. Now let the captive go. You have I could have began without it. kept vour word end stadied faithfully. I A.rchte was sentimental. With all the eagerness of it spectator have ulfilled my promise. You cannot do Montreal Herald: Which reminds. I watched my brush as it hurried on without better." Laet Friday morning it solitary stranger an error, without a moment'heeitation, " Father 1" I cried, I:Anti:thing for the stayed out of bed after finishing his work s without suggestion. I felt an unseen hand loved form that was fading away from me. on the Herald to attend the funeral of it on mine and an irresistible guidance of an " Father! " 1 gasped, groping for the gaid• man he never saw. The two bad often intelligence that was beyond me, and more ing power that led me and was leaving me. engaged in friendly controversial contests, and more as the hours passed I underineead My hand fell through the empty air: As yet they never met in life. The solitary how I felt that power for years; how it had upon the Rhine the mists engulfed him, stranger was the writer of this naregraph ; psseesion of me in my little attic chamber ; and es upon the Rhine I fell senseless the corpse was *hat of John Lesperance, e how it had led me to the Lorelei and held toward hie retreating figure, and lay, "Laclede." me there • how it had placed it mirror to unconscious, at the feet of the Lorelei. my face ;bowing me the end from the be- Two days and a night tired nature had mistaken zeal. ginning; and how the beginning and end toiled for that upon the Rhine. Two days Chicago Tribune: " Now, brother," said of it was this painting of the Lorelei. and it night tired nature had toiled for this the good pastor to the new convert, " you I knew then why it was that, at last, the upon the Arno. meat go to work atnong your young friends o power was so strong upon me. This was CEIAPTER' XVII. and try to bring them intthe fold." its final effort. For twelve years it had And in the first flash of his enthusiasm the zealous but inexperienced young man been with me, speaking to me in many . A LIVING SKELETON. . o tongues, over bringing to me the same Night wan again approachingth . when e talking to the went right up=intthe choir and began germ menage. I had often dumbly wondered 'minting of the look on the inner door what the message was, but had thought aroused me from stupor sod two of the leas of it than the singing of tbe Lorelei, house servants entered, accompanied by —The brewers of New York own five out in this room and talked with me at atm - 4E11 tohe hittomor morning." el tranger by the throat, but they overpowered me, and in it raving delirium carried me to my home. There opiatee quieted nae and I slept ; slept till the rooming and again till almost night. Then I woke weak bat rational, and in spite of every protestation I rose, dressed, and went again to my studio. I was tormented with it suspicion that what I remembered wae all it dream, and I was well setiefied to dienever that the 11 Morning' was at least reality. The ssion which hed come upon me ao suddenly, just after midnight on Sunday morning, was now explsined. I understood my unacoonnteble reply to Prof. Soarletti. I saw why I dreaded leaving the easel and was in such demoniac hatte to finish the work; for until I had conquered the captive could not go, His pledge bad bound him to me till he had given me the reward ot my labor. The reward of my lebor I "You (mullet do better." That was what I had Bought for. It was the ultra hope of my empty dream, and suddenly it empeared to me thet, instead of it triumphant shout, it told in mournful numbers the desperate catastrophe whiele had overtaken me that I could not do better. Faintly I began to oomprehend that, after all, it was more a verdiet then it oommendetion ; an adverse verdict ; a ory of derision; "You cannot do better." With all the resources afforded me I did that alone whioh had facilitated my approaoh to the end which I had at last attained. I had utilized all my powers to that achievement, and leughing at my titter destruction the mookine, echo seemed repeating " You cannot do better. You are utterly incapable of doing any better. You have blown it beentiful bubble; Bee it burst 1 You have received what eou naked of your father. You have done all that you attempted for Mina. You have thrown your opportunities to the wind. Now rest on the briatling stubble, pillowed by the pleasant memory that you have won. You have accomplished ail that yon have attempted, aud you cannot do better." Alas 1 As ever, when I had conquered and let the captive go I began to maniere- hend the message. I saw how weak been the premises ot my syllogysm, how poor had been my argument, how fenaoione my philosophy, how great my mieapprehen. sion, how miserable my theories of the onanifio spontaneity of love, how com- pletely my life wae it failure. Thue again, it was all for the past; still without it word for the future. I was ever so busy 100king backward that I never once thought ot looking forward. Was the power really gone from me? The question pertaining to the present really startled me. Who said that power was gone? Had I no strength in me? Angrily elmost, I caught it half -finished work from against the wall, and piecing it upon a easel in the window, I grasped my palette, just as I had left it in the morning of the day before, and with fresh brushes I eat down and tried to paint. Tried? I had never worked with more determination and more wilful energy in all my lite; bat at the outset I became bewildered. Why had I left that little sketch such it miserable, utterable mono- tony of neutrals? Surely it had not faded in drying. And my palette I had I mixed the colors upon it in that night work to such an extent that by de.ylight they were a wretched mass, without any distinction? I could make nothing oat of them. With it sudden chill I dropped the palette stnt.the bruehes on the floor, and dragging thin" Night " from its hiding place set it beside the " Morning," and stepping baok turned sharply ahout to look at them. Except in composition I could see no possible difference between the two. In such an agony ea one oan only appreoiate who bee suffered, I turned to my case of color tubes and with trembling hands tore open one after another, daubing the contents in shapeless manes over the rosewood cover of my desk. Color True colon They were all there; but I, a bleached and shivering skeleton, stood over them utterly unable to tell one from the other. Enthroned at my feast of victory I read the finger -writing on the wall, as it traced for me the oonclueion of the whole matter. " Color, blind 1" It seems but little to me, now, only to have been colorblind. I can sit with patience, yes, even with intereet, and dis- cuss with able physic:lens their various theories: over -work, exhaustion, a fearful strein ot the optic nerves, through the long night, to catob, in the lamplight, the reality in shade of the changed oolors • then the remotion, the, fell, the delirium, al conduit, ing to optioal paralysis, which began the color -blindness and ahem has become oorn• plete. I can listen even with delight, now, (To be continned. A Novel Railway Clock. and had never comprehended its warning. my father's banker and a stranger. While o every seven saloons in that oity. Now I felt instinctively fleet, with the they were lifting me and piecing me upon Miss Minerva Parker, the Philadelphia completion of this painting, the promise of it divan one of the them said: woman areleiteot, is but 28 yeare old. She victory wotild be fulfilled, and that with it "Poor fellow! He has heard it already has it deoided talent for her profession, and the guiding power would go from me and and it has gone hard with him." her business reputation is well established, the messenger depart unheeded, hie patient "11 would be like to," paid a servant, she having designed, anaong other notable labor with me lost through my own blind. "For they were more the like of friends buildinge, flee New York Century Clab nese and bigotry. Sampson'a lecke were about the house than of father end son." House, in Philadelphia. She is a brunette being shorn With every stroke of me' brush Struggling to ishake off the stupor and and it pleasant converser. upon the eanvaa. I could not have realizea raising myself I gasped : Judge Hopper of Paterson, New Jeremy, the fact more clearly had it finger of floe 'Whitt do you asy ? What do you moan? wee oalIed ttpon to aettle it neighborhood written it her me Upon the Wall. I saw and Speek 1 name of yon, speak 1" quarrel one clay last week; and he did it, knew thet I was building there it tomb "1 maare You, Signor Winthrop,' enid by aenterlthlg a young man and "'man to that was to have end to hold the dust of the banker, that we have not ceased Bauch- imaryryo.Heorlet eredo roaosngsit:tbrlaetetomneaseisoel my own ambition ; the nerve and sinew of ing for you since We received the news." beungcottp it tay landed skill the sono find ettbetenee, " What news? Whetnews ? " I shrieked, that the sentence was carried ant, whioh the very flesh and leafless of all that I was, They looked at each other $Iid abggp getiarGismother. was done, tioneitnb aepnGiteoofff, tthhee 0:01:e0aSitwiOnesiotvtihre. all thet I lead ever hoped or tried to be, their head*. Then the etrfelVer mad and, in defiance of the meseage which I "The rieW0 that on Sunday meriting, might have heded, if I would, all that I Itlet after midnight, Your father died, at , ginia politician looks like a clergyman, ever ehotild bit; keying teateide the tomb Cairo." s sheven, end ; seeleton, aio father died 1" cried, ePrlheill/ teen is alweyamootbly in , he dreseee a dark frock snit. Le spirits Stith were the globate, foreboding thonghte orlon the "You are it liar 1 He 9)7 e.fi cheerful 50 it sehoolboy. OVUM (W QUERN. Ohatty Artiole About the Anelent (huhu!, by Lady Aberdeen. Tauouou CANADA NVIt'a A KODAK. The following is the second article from the clever pen of the Countess of Aberdeen on Canada, whioh has appeered in " On- ward and Upward," the magazine of which Her Ladyship is the editor. The artiole is profueely stud capitally illustrated. This feat will e.xplein some of the remerke in the artiole : No worde could ever describe Qaebea ; so you intuit try to form en idea ot it from the pictures we have given you, We saw it in every. variety of weather—firet, in the uncertant median light of a, dull men. rise on the morning of our arrival; and next in it howling inertia ; then when its bright spires giettered iu tne glorious Cane• diem noomday, or with the grey of its old gables trartefigured in the sunt. We Saw its bright rode and epires bethed in the sunlight of noon ; again in all the glories of a gold and purple sanest; and at night we HdiS the whole city gleaming with the myriads of electric lighte shining about her °raga. Quebec exercises a clari- ons fascination on the vieitor; it transports him into the pest whether he wills it or no; the sentiment of the place dominates him, and it is the only town that I have Seen whioh I oart conceive imposing on her children the Immo strange, potent open whiele binds ne Scotch folk to our own never-to-be-surpaseed Auld Reekie. It is strange that the emigraut to the New World Should make acquaintance with it first in thie olci.world way, full of sesociations and trams of the past—its very iuhabitants seeming to traneport you to it France of two or three centuries ago. Nevertheless the emigrant will find that the denten& of the present and future have not been forgotten, that his needs have nut been over- looked, end that the Government and Canadian Pacific Railway hey° amply provided for his reception. And not only the Governraent end the railway, but there be the Women's ProtectiveImmigration Society, which takes special charge of all women emigrants disembarking at Qaebeo, whether travelling alone, or with one of those protected parties—by far the beet auspices to travel under—which have special arrangements on board ship, and it matron to themselves. I hope to say some- thing later on in these papers to those young women thinking of emigrating, and perhaps we will have an article written about this aubjeot alone; but meanwhile I would like to take this opportunity of say. ing that there is it constant demand for women servants in all parts of Canada; the wages being from $8 to $12 (21 124. to 22 83.) a month in Eastern Canada, and moretteing as you go westward to as much as $20 (24) per month. Good general servants, who are not afraid to work, and who will adapt themselves to the ways of the country, are sure to get on in Canada and to find happy homes. Girls who only wish to take to one branoh of domeatio work had better not go, except in limited numbers, as it is the exception, not the rule, to keep more than one servant, and those who will 8110 - peed hest are those who will put their hands heartily and readily to anything. Ser. vents who have had tome training in general work will be partioularly valued. If any girls reading these words make up their minds to emigrate', they cannot do better than go out with one of the protected parties artaeged by the Hon. Mrs. Joyce, of the United British Women's Emigration Society. The passage with one of these 'Jenks costs £4 10e, and all who go may be sure of securing a situation immediately on &trivet. But to return to our teem doings at Quebec. The scene on our arrival at the wharf was it busy one. Most of the emi- grants disemberked here, and we saw our little friends destined for Mies Rye's Homes marched off two by two very happily to the train whioh was to convey them further west. There were a great many" Good•byes " to be said to our good oaptain and officers, and to the friends we had made on our passage out, and who were all now dispersing far and near. Soon we were crossing the river iu it ferry -boat, and next found ourselves deshine up the queerest, queictest, roughest, steepest streets you osn imagine. These led up to the Citadel, which orowne the heights, and where the Governor.Gerieral lives when he is staying at Quebec. The present Governor General, Lord Stanley, and his wife, Lady Staley, were not at Quebec) when we arrived '• but they eent us the kindeat of weloomes, along with it hospitable invitation to etay at the Citadel. A.nd never did any guests feel more grate • ful than we, when we found ourselves in a cosy room overlooking the town and the busy river. We watched our old friend the " Parisian" making ready for her farther joarney to Montreal, and we " Rodeked" leer, and waved our final greetings, as she steamed away, with it tovvl out of the window. Then we had time to take in our posi- tion, and surveyed the whole surrounding country from it delightful terrace which bad been built out beyond the eploions bell -room erected whilst Lord Lorne and Primness Louise were in Canada. We have given yon a picture of what we aew : in the distance long lines of low blue hille ; the broad, atately river winding below, laden with vessels of every description, bound to and from many European porta; while darting in and out amonget them flashed the white sails of pleasure boats. The oily. with the imposing tower of its University, its many spires, its bright roofa made of plates dipped in tin, presents it strange contrast to the heights clad in verdure and forest which met the eye of the adventurous French explorer, Jacquee Cartier, who arrived here in the autumn of 1535, with his three ehipe, the Grande Hermine (120 tone), the Petite Hermine (60 tone), and the Emerillon (40 tone), and stayed one wbole winter. Look at the picture of this gallant cap- tain arriving with his brave little ships, which must have yet looked so big to the Indian Prince Donnacona and his savages, whom you see crowding around the new arrivele in their little bark oanoes. You mast get out your history.books if you want to go batok to *het time, and, if you want to trace out how Qaebeo was founded a half century later by Chatnplain, how it became half it mission, half it trad, ing station, how it was defended egainst the many attaoke of the Indians and be. name the centre of the Colony of New France; and then how it was negleoted and misgoverned by corrupt officiels from France and finally haw it was mi tio red by the )iv eplendid daring of Genei,: olfe in 1759. We had the great advantst 3 of seeing the scenes of all these historio deeds under the able guidance of M. Lemoine, the historien of Qaebeo, to whose kind care we had been confided by Our friend, Sir Alexander Campbell, Lientenant-GoVernor ot Ontario, Wheel we were fortunate enough to have his men olambered that Memorable night, and the spot where he overthrew the few men carelecely guarding the heights— where his men formed up in line, advanced over the plaine of Abrahtaa—wherte Montcalm, the gallant Freud h defenden, rode out and aaw the Engliala red-coatee and heard the Highland bag-pipea, and,, exclaimed, " Thie es it serioua bust - nee° 1" Then we saw the apot where Wolfe fell, pierced by three bullets -- where he fell, only to hear the cry, it moment latter, '1 They run! see how they ruu 1" "Who run ?" demanded Wolfe. " The enemy, air. They give way everywhere." " Go, said the dying man. "go, one of you to Colonel Burton, and telL him to month Webb's regiment down tee Charles River, to cut off their retreat from, the bridge." And then, turning on hieside he marmured, " Now God be preieed. will me in peace," and expired. Alenoet itt the mune moment his not:tie-he wetted enemy received hie deathavound, though riding into the city he tried to reeesure hia frit:mate sae/mg, " It ie nothing ; it is noth- ing I" We saw teleo the monument in the Governor'a gerdeo, whittle commemoratee both the oonquered and the coequering General, and which you eft illustrated in the out. Burt have not space to tell you more of all we saw e.t Quebec, nor of the delightfal day we epertt at the hale of Montmorenoi —higher than those of Niagere--and known to the people of the neighborhood as " Le Vache" (the cow), beeanee the Mem: has the appearance ot frothing milk. in tbe winter this spray freezes till et oone is formed some eeventy feet high, °meetly as yon eee in the recture. Then sledges with metal runners called " tobog- gans "are propereci, and from the height of this cone the young people of Quebees amuse therneelves by ehooting down one after another, and sliding away far morose the anaooth eurfaeo of the river below. Oh, the fun theft Cane.dians have in winter. mete their sledging, and their skating, and their toboggauine, and their snow shoe ex- peditions. lf yea want to know what a snow -shoe is like look at the epecimere which the old French " habitant" as the conetry people are called) is buokling on previous to a journey. Yoa see it is it light frame with netting across, which prevents the wearer from sinleirg into the snow. But some practice is reqatred in order to use this novel foot gear easily. One word about the French-Canadians. They are it thrifty, ooatented, letwathiding, religions people. When the British con- quered Quebec they wisely allowed the people to retain their own lawa and outs - toms, and the remit is that nowhere can be found more loyal sabjeots of the British Crown. The eamosphere of modern France hes never reached them, end they are still the same eiaaple Norman and Briton peasants who came out some hundreda of years ago. Fhey etre very much in the, power of the priests, who meintein a strict rule over them, and ell their family Weirs. The French kitties of Quebec, for instance), are not allowed to dance or join in the popular snow -alma expeditions. Some other restrictions are, however, being re- laxed. For example, fifty years ago meat was absolutely forbidden ell through the forty days of lent, aud thie was found to be it great hardship in many oases in that severe climate. The rale has not been ect rigidly enforced of late yeara. The French in Caned& are increasing rapidly by reason of the large families they generally have. Twelve, fourteen and sixteen children are quite an ordinary - sized family, while we heard of it well- authentioeted case of one couple rearing forty -our children. The country is there- fore filling up, and some of the people are moving into the New Enghtnd States, and westward to Manitoba. The general desire is, however, to stick to their own country, and the Qaebeo Government feoflitetee this by giving 100 acres free to every family which numbers twelve children. As we drove along the well -kept road to and from Montmorenoi, we passed various character- ietio little villages; the houses bear evidence of being built for contingencies of either extremes of climate; verandas and green suinahuttere, and netting over the doors and windows, as proteotion spinet the blazing heat and the mosquitoes and fliee, end then pectilierly•shaped roofs, curved et the bottom in such a way ma to prevent the snow from riesling it permit- nent lodgment. The crepe we saw were very poor indeed, but we were told tint it had been it very bad year for agriculturists round about Quebec. We were specially struck by the teniversel civility and general courtesy of the people—no pushing either of them- selves or of their eights, only a quiet readi- ness to help atrangere and to give them any information which they rnighe be in need of, without looking for reward. When we were in Qaebec we imagined this was the hereditary French politeness showing itself, but oar experience afterwards showed us that civility end it spirit a kindliness towards vieitors is more or less it chsmoteristio of all Canadians There is muele more that I would like to tell you about Qaebeo and its neighbor- hood, but my specie ia more than filled, and I cannot even describe to you tbe little carts, dragged by doga trained to harnees, like those used in this country in bygone days, until they were forbidden by law; nor yet can I dilate on the curious old-fashioned vehicle peculiar to Quebeo called oaleches. You see it picture of one below. Try to imagine a very high gig with it hood swung on enor. monely high C shaped springs; next imagine it weedy -looking horse tearing' along, after the fashion of Qaebec horeeer at full gallop up and down streets steeper than the Edinburgh High street and fullof holes and pitfalle, and then you will be able to jadge of the courege of those who trust their persons in such a oonveyance. Nevertheless, I will confide to you that we found this method of progreseion very comfortable, and we congratulate Qaebecere on having disooverodit ,wey of making the, rongbnesees of their streete unperoeivable to the traveller. And now adieu to Quebec. We eleall meet again in Montreal. Encouraging the Old man. Texas Siftings : Foment (sorrowfully)— This ie a very poor testimonial you bring borne this week. I hope that you will du better next week, Johnnie. Johnnie--That'e right, pa. upper lir. Never say die. Mag. joule McLean writee, from Berrie. Wand, Ont., Bleach 4th, 1889, as followa "1 havetbeen a great sufferer trona neuralgia for the lest nine years, but, being advieed to try St. jacobs Oil, can now heartily en- dorse it as being a moat excellent remedy for this complaint, an I have been greatly benefited by ite use." Keep it stiff' A Woman Will forgive anything sooner then being told that she has nothing to orgive. Letters patent have been icaned incor- poreting "The Toronto Philharmonic Sotiiety (Limited)," with it capital stook a $6,000. The oonegany ocenuste of John an one of our fellowlaseengers In the Earls, John Thomas Jones, Robere Sloan Parleien. M. Lemma showed MI the ,Gourlay, Williern Henry reirbeirn and eteep precipitous °lift tip which Wolfe and Henry Walter Willitimeon, ail of Toronto.