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The Exeter Advocate, 1897-4-15, Page 6h. WARNING. be lark was up to meet the sun And caroling his lay. The farmer's boy took down his gua And at him blazed away. The busy bee got up at five And buzzed the meadows o'er. The farmer's wife went for its hive And robbed it of its store. The ant rose up at break of day, His labors to begia. The greedy swallow flew that way And took his antship in. Oh, bees and birds and ants, be wise. In proverbs take no stock. Like me, from sleep rt fuse to rise Till half past seven o'cloek. —Boston Courier. Then he assured me at the treasure was safe with Nettie, as no one would think of injuring her. "We had been talking nearly an hour when there was the sound of a muffled , cry and a body falling against the door. Rosser reaohed it with a spring and threw it open, to lead a woman stretched aoroes the step. Quickly he lifted her in 1 his strong arms and laid her geutly the rough couch I had pulled before the blazing logs. It was Nettie, unconscious and apparently more dead than alive. Her long, waving heir was loose, di- sheveled by the wind and wet with snow that melted to glittering drops in the warm glow of the room. Her upturned face, with its perfectly chiseled features, had the unattainable beauty of the art - A MOUNTAIN ROsE ist's dream. Through all that terrible storm she had naivete be way fel2 eau a , mile without a wrap or even the slip - "I reckon it's true that there is at least ono rent:wee in every life. Froin Pers in which she sat while awaiting her father's return, for they had been pereonal knowledge I can only cite ney lost in the first few steps. As I grasped own case, bur I'll venture that there her pretty hands to chafe them they was never a good, strong story 'Written tightly olutehed the canvas bag to her that did not find its inspiration in bosom, and only when the half crazed truth." Rosser forced some brandy down her The author of tbis oracular deliver- throat did she relinquish her hold, ance sat with his children and his "Tryine to rise, she said rapidly: grandchildren on one of those great, 'Hurry, rather, hurry. It was Black vine shaded verandas that belong to Joe. He's looked in the strong closet. I every pretentious country home in Ten- brought the money. You said you knew nessee. He was a giant, slowly going, I would protect it. There it is. How down under tbe weight of years, yet to Black Joe Lid curse and swear to kill live in the past was to recall some of its us both! But I captured him.' And her vigor. Now his eyes brightened, his unnatural laugh told how intense had form straightened, his broad shoulders been the strain upon her nerves. went back, and his voice was without a , "We found the villain vainly trying quiver. to batter his way out, and .in due time "You look the picture of her," he ! a long sentence put him out of the way. said to the little tot on his knee as he He had stolen in upon Nettie shortly stroked her curls. Then it took a request after her father left. No threats could for the story to recall the old man from induce her to betray the hiding place of his dearest memory. "In those days," the money till she suddenly devised a he began, "there was more family pride scheme to keep bash it and the robber. than there is now. Perhaps I should Appearing to yield, she told Joe to look say that family prejudices were stronger. behind the ohest in the closet which We had a caste as well defined as that Rosser had built of strong oak planks as in India. For one to marry in a 'lower' a place of safety for his few valuables. class was social suicide, and my folks, He made her hold a candle while he being of the so called aristocracy, were searched. As he leaned over the chest among the stalwart:- of the stalwart in Nettie summoned all her strength and upholdiug this intolerant creed, I be- courage, threw the door shut, clapped came something of a heretic while in the hasp over the staple and closed the the north completing my education, but hook that was attached. This she it takes time and experience to get rid strengthened with an iron poker, ante of a strong hereditary bias. then, seizing the bag from under the " We were fairly well off for those , hearthstone, hurried from finer prisoner times, but I had an ambition to do and his blood curdling threats. something more than cumber the world "I loved her and told her so, But she as a mere consumer. This inclination was as courag' ons morally as physical - rather troubled the family, but after lee She was net fitted for my station in numerous consultations it was reluc- life. Wait two years and see if I still tautly admitted that I might superintend wanted her. Her father was going to the development of some coal and iron send her away for a time. I protested, interests that wo had in a mountainous but she went, and I only heard occasion - section of the state and still maintain ally, through her fatber, that she was my social prestige. well and happy. Ono night some 18 "I went at the enterprise in earnest, bringing a lot of men from Penesylva- nia that understood the work and found- ing a primitive village of log cabins in a region as desolate as any encountered by the original pioneers. The ruiners had their families with them, and all supplies had to be brought 50 miles over the mountain roads, The fore- man was a big hearted but shrewd and fearless Scotch -Irishman, who was just to the men and loyal to my interests. His home was looked after by a daugh- ter wbo had lost her mother years be- fore. The men used to call her the Mountain Rose, for she bad all its deli- <tate colorings and was just as fresh and dainty and graceful. Though strong and lithe, because of the manner of her life, she looked the patrician from head to foot and had an innate refinement of character that no culture can supply. Her voice was musical, and to me her simply songs were more charming than the usual efforts of a prima donna. Her •education was of her own acquiring and was strangely out of the conven- tional lines. Her knowledge in some di- rections only surprised you less than her tact in acquiring information in others. But I would never tire of talk- ing of her. "After our rough colony had become settled and was progressing finely un- desirable characters were attracted to *he vicinity. Some men put up a shan- ty just off my land and stocked it with mountain esw. Numerous rough look- ing characters carne there for the osten- sible purpose of hunting and fishing, pitching their tents in our vicinity. heard stories of gambling, and the men were not as regular at their work as they were before these interruptions. Rosser, the foreman, wanted to adopt heroic measures for getting rid of these pests, but 1 saw no way but to wait for some breach of the law and then secure the intervention of the authorities. "Our pay day came every two weeks, and 1 brought the money from the near- est bank, in a town some distance away, haviug two good men go with me as a guard. On one occasion Nettie, the foreman's daughter, met us ten miles from the settlement, guiding us in a circuitous route, for she had learned through a wild young girl at the drink- ing den that there was a plot to waylay and rob us. Nettie had promptly pushed her way through the dangers of the mountain paths to warn us, fearing that delay in securing some other messenger might be fatal to us and at the same time endanger her informant. On the way in I learned more of the girl and her life than I had ever known, and she aroused that interest which is so likely to eventuate love. "It was a ino...itli later before we were freed from a snow blockade, and the next time I weet to the bank it was for dou- ble the usual anaount. 1 took more men, ,and wo returned without accident. Even this did not give me the pleasure afford- ed by the joyous welcome of the girl who had so evidently been in dread while I was gone. "It was just coining dark when I tossed the octaves bag containing the money to the foreman, for he was the custodian and would pay off at the noon hour next day. I never felt afraid when he was on guard. That night the storm was on us again, and, with a veiw to making some arrangements for the bet- ter protection cf the mines I sent fee him. I never thought of the money till he appeared et ray door, shortly before 11 o'eloolt, covered with dripping snow. months later I was at a pretentious so- cial gathering in Memphis. I was not a society man, but had gone as an old friend of the family. Some one sang, and I thought it the divinest musio I bad ever heard. As the singer rose from the piano I got a view of a regal beauty, who seemed familiar to me, but I only knew her when that voice I had learned to know so well in the mountains re- sponded to an introduction. It was Net- tie, who had been getting hoe education, and never had woman accomplished more in the same length of time. She was the belle of the aristocratic oirole in Memphis, but when I had drawn her apart she laughingly admitted that I had the refusal of her and that she was just the same honest girl she used to be. I protested so vigorously that we cut the probationary period short. And she was your beautiful grandma, little one. Detroit Free Press. What Is a Dolmen? On the continent the term dolmen is almost universally applied to the whole construction, including the covering, mound or cairn. Thus French and other writers speak of a chambered mound or tumulus as a dolmen. But since it is probable that some never were covered up it seems better to make a distinc- tion, as we do in this country. In France there are said to be about 4,000 dolmens, many of which would in Eng- land be called chambered tumuli. The Indian dolmens which are not covered up resemble those of western Europe. Captain Meadows Taylor examined a large number in India and obtained particulars of no less than 2,129 in the Dekkan. About half of them had an opening on one side, probably for the free entrance or exit of the soul, as peo- ple thought then, just as in the Egyp- tian pyramid there was a passage to the chamber containing the mummy. With regard to the distribution of these struc- tures, it is said that none is to be found in eastern Europe beyond Saxony. They reappear iu the Crimea and (Mr - cassia, whence they have been traoed through central Asia to India. They have also been noticed by travelers in Palestine, Arabia, Persia, Australia, the Penrhyn islands, Madagascar and Peru.—Hutellinson's "Prehistoric Man and Beast." THE LADY OF MY DREAM. Suet for a dream's sake would I have her so, Just for a dream's span lying half reclined Against the dusk, her plenteous hair intwin- ed With milk white pearls and lilies all aglow. just for a dream's sake only would I know Thu full perfection languidly outlined Beneath the wreathing raiments that enwind !ler sumptuous beauty from all winds that blow. She's but the chiseled image of my dream, Tho breathing marble from the model drawn Upon my vision in the night's deep hush, When beauty's self, clad in the moon's thin beam, Went fOrth to cull the first rose of the dawn Amidst her garden grasses warin and lush. —James Newton Matthews in New Bohemiati. A. CADDIE'S TRAGEDY. There is no use telling who his mas- ter was, for it might vex some poor sen- sitive soul beyond the Styx and to no purpose. But, for himself, he was a most familiar figure on the links—tall, bent, somewhat one sided, an infirmity that increased with years and rheuma- tism, with an angular face, clean shaved twice a week, with a Scotch 'mullet stuck awry above it and a short clay pipe insecurely held in the corner of his mouth for lack of teeth. Presum- ably he had not been always thus. Doubtless there had been a time when he was a barelegged gossoon, scamper - hag blithely with naked feet, and again a time when lie was a spruce young man, a favorite with the lassies may- be, but if such times had ever been it was extremely hard to picture them to one's mental visiou, and "Slowback" himself never referred to them. It was impossible to picture him oth- er than he was wheu first we know him —shambling in gait, crooked of aspect, clad in long trousers and an inadequate- ly short coat, with a woolen scarf about his neck, and booted at such length that it seemed absurd to suppose his toes conld reach the end of their coverings. He was a reserved man and Appeared to be without relatives. We did not trou- ble to inquire about his lodging, but every morning he was to be seen sitting on the bench that the other caddies oc- cupied, smoking his pipe and waiting for his roaster to come with the clubs from the clubhouse. Then he would "carry" the two statutory rounds of the links and disappear again until the following morning. How he spent his Sundays we never thought of asking, but no (me has ever appeared to have seen him on the day of rest. All this was in the years before the "boom" in golf which led to the game beecening the possession of all and sun- dry. Books had not been written about tho game, and all the available maxims were carried in the heads of those who, like "Slowback," made a profession either of playing or of carrying clubs. The maxims were substantially three, "Slow back," "Keep your eye on the ball" and "Don't press." To these might have been added a fourth, "Be up." But this applied more particularly to the short game, and it was the first of the maxims, coucerned with the more glorious business of the drive, that was destined to exercise an important in- fluence on "Slowback's" life. There is no doubt, of course, that ho had another name than this sobriquet, but it hap- pened to none of ns ever to learn it, and the manner in which he obtained his appellation was as follows; His master was never more than an indifferent player at the best. He was conscious of his deficiencies, but rather than attrib- ute them to what were perhaps their truer cause, of faulty eyesight or inade- quate muscle, preferred to refer them to neglect of some of the.important max- ims of the gelling art and especially to that first quoted one of "Slow back." He conceived that he had contracted a fatal habit of hurrying the club away, iu the back stroke, from the ball, and that this initial error was responsible for all the subsequent miss bits and top- pings with which the club visited the ball on its descent. Maybe he was right. But in any case the means by which he strove to cure himself of this fatal tendency were to make his caddie ejaculate the magic words of monition, "Slow back!" each time that he prepared to raise his club for the driving stroke. The resale it has to be admitted, was not wholly satisfactory. One can say no more than that his execution might conceivably have been worse in the ab- sence of the warning. Thus it went on for several years. At the end of that time it happened that "Slowback's" inaster—for already the caddie had earned the nickname by which alone we knew him—was called away for three weeks or so by the death of a near relative. Then "Slowback" carried clubs for another master. But the habit that he had formed during these years of ejaculating his monitory "Slow back!" as his master raised the slob was not to be denied. Still, at the Conclusion of each address to the ball, he uttered the solemn words, then found himself covered with the most pitiful confusion at the rebuke which his un- called for interference had merited. For a stroke or two, putting great restraint upon himself, he succeeded in keeping his soul in silence, but at the next the inevitable exclamation broke from him again, to the distraction and despair of the sufferer to whom it was addressed. During the three weeks of his master's absence several golfers made trial of "Slowback's" services, for he was an excellent caddie, saving his single idio- syncrasy, and regarded with a certain af- fection as being somewhat of a "charac- ter" besides. But none could suffer him long. One after another had to give hire up after being reduced to impo- tence and despair by his ' ravenlike croak, At length his legitimate master returned, and "Slowback" was a man again. A few more years dragged their length to a dose, and then the hand of death fell, this time on no near relative of his master, but on the roaster him- self. "Slowbaok," in a new suit of mourning, followed him to the grave and came back, still wearing leis appar- ltEcCu/lagh Would Be Frank. Like all other editors, J. B. McCul- lagh was sorely tried by the individua,i with a manuscript. He did not care for voluntary contributions on any subject, and very few of them were ever used. The people who brought them in were curtly disposed of when they belonged to the masculine sex, but it was not so easy to get rid of them when they hap- pened to be women. It was his habit for many years to bring such callers to my desk, telling them in a gracious way that I was in charge of such matters and would bo pleased to have them take a seat and read their pieces to me, and then be would stand back within hear- ing distance and chuckle over my mist ery, On one occasion, however, a visitor of this kind refused to be put off and insisted that it was his duty not only to publish her petiole, but to see that it went in the Sunday issue, because mare people read tho paper eta that day than on any other. "Nladana," he blandly replied,- "the reason wlay so many people rete the Sunday paper is that we keep sueh stuff out of it. "—St. Louis Globe-Deraoorat el of grief, to sit during the afternoon on his accustomed bench with the oth- er caddies. In the morning he beset himself to find a new engagement. He was in reoeipt of a small pension from his late master in recognition of so many years oe faithful service, but the sum did not suffice to give him inde- pendence. He was soon engaged, for the links were thronged with players. This time his employer was a new- comer, who knew nothing of "Slow - back's" peculiarity. He was nearly thinned with surprise at what he deem- ed the caddie's insolence on his first ut- terance of the inevitable words. He said uothing, however, on the first offense, but when it was repeated expostulated in unmeasured terms. To his surprise, his rebuke brought "Slowback" to the verge of tears. Then, partly by his op- ponent and partly by the opponent's caddie, the situation was explained. He found himself able to mingle a meas- ure of pity with his wrath, but through- out tbe round the ejaculation, malty times repeated, in the speaker's own despite, spoiled his intended stroke and led to tho immediate payment of the caddie and rejection of his further serv- ices, Several times during the ensuing weeks did now one and now another, bit ignorance er in pity, engage the un- fortenate man to carry clubs, but in no ease could his idiosyncrasy bo endured beyoed, Use limits of a single round, He made efforts that were absolutely heroic to overcome it, swathing the woolen comforter around his mouth until as- phyxiation threatened him, but through all the folds of the stuff came, with a muffled lugubriousness, the hateful ex- clamation which the man would have given worlds to have withbold. Do what he would he could not rid himself of this damuosa hmreditus, bequeathed to him, along with his slender pension, by his departed master. Gradually he grew to recognize the hopelessness of his condition and ceased even to seek employmeut. He spent his days sitting dejectedly on the accustomed seat, grow- ing thinner and more gaunt as poverty set its grip more firmly upon him, grateful if now and again one of his friends on the bench would give him a 1111 of tobacco for his seldom replenished pipe. • At length he ceased to frequent the links altogether. For some days no one seemed to notice his absence. Then it was noticed that "Slowback" had dis- appeared, and we began to ask questions about him. His cronies knew nothing, only that he had not been down to the links for a day or two. We inquired where he lodged and with some diffi- eulty found the lovality. It was up a steep stair in a little house of a back street. His landlady told us that she feared ho was not well. For some days he had not left the house and had oaten next to nothing; said his stomach re- fused food, and that be had no appe- tite. We asked her whether she thought he lacked for money, but the woman said no, basing her information on the fact that he had kept his small rent paid up. When we went in, it appeared at once that he was very bad. He lay on the bed terribly wasted, scarcely more than a skeleton of a man. We asked whether he had seen a doctor and being told no sent off for one at once. He seemed to recognize us, and a strange smile of pleasure struggled aoross his thin fea- tures. He even tried to speak, but the only word we could distinguish was his terrible ejaculation of "Slow back!" though ‚whether be were trying to speak of himself thus by his familiar sobri- quet or whether he deemed himself still "carrying" for his old master on the links we could not tell. Then he relapsed into silence and seemed to sleep. At length the doctor came. He took but one glance at the poor figure on the bed, passed his hand beneath the clothes and laid it for a moment over the heart. Then he turned to us, with a grave face. "Slowback" was dead.— Cornhill Magaziee. Many Flowers Are In Use. Artificial flowers aro much used for garnitures, and often a much beflowered bodice (the velvet and silk petals won- derfully true to life) is completed by a shirt covered with flowers in silk em- broidery, in colors that match the velvet ones. Illustrating this idea, I saw a gown of yellow brocade and white velvet, with a suggestion of the pompadour in its make up. The bodice was cut square about the throat, and had a long, straight busk effect in front, this front, as well as the apron panel on the skirt, being of moire velvet in white, embroidered with small flowers done in stress, diamonds and emeralds forming the petals, gold threads the stems and leaves. The long train was en princess and of the yellow brocade, like the bodice, loosely arranged green silk roses trailing down the sides. ta charming fIchu of cobwebby lace and mull was draped about the square decol- letage in such a way as to form little jabots over the shoulders in place of sleeves, and on each side of the stomach- er, while in the back it formed a V, the lace falling low in a jabot draped with a few of the exotic emerald green silk roses. —St. Louis Republic. Disease Bearing Faraeltes. Texas fever, an infectious disease of cattle which prevails as an endemic dis- ease in certain regions in the southern portion of the United States, has been shown, by the researches of Tbeobald Smith and other bacteriologists belong- ing to the agricultural department, to be due to a blood parasite belonging to the protoza (Pyrosoma bigeminum of Smith). In this disease the tiok has been shown to bo the intermediate host of the parasite. The ticks which fall from infected animals give birth to a numerous progeny in the pastures fre- quented by them, and these young ticks attach themselves to other animals which subsequently feed in the same pastures and transmit to them the fatal infeetion.—Surgeon. General Sternberg in Popular Science Monthly. AN EASTER SYMPHONY. She thrummed on the piano, With no thought of bow she played, And the Easter bells chimed sweetly While her fingers aimless strayed. Now sounds minors deep and solemn, Then majors sharp and clear, From the bells ancl piano Issued tones of grief or cheer. ' And some power occult within me Tho various notes combined Into ()horde that swept the feeliuge, Raised to ecstasy my mind, Till my soul was filled with music, And I lived but in a dream Mid the shifting lights and shadows Of a grand orchestral theme. And its sway became still stronger As each inner wave of sound Trembled o'er the chords of feeling, Stirred my soul to depths profound But no earthly passion swayed me, For I lived in higher sphere, And my world of sense had vanished. With it vanished doubt and fear. And I thanked the risen Christ For that symphony divine, For such potency of music Of a surety was not Milt°. Who composed it? Who the player? Ask the violin as it thrills At the touch of master player Whence the soul of sourid it fills. NEIL MACDONALD. EASTER TENDENCIES. JUNIUS HENRI BROWNE ON THE RE- LIGIOUS FESTIVAL. Senses That Have Conduced to Its Grow- ing Favor Among Protestants—The Nor- manizbag of Creeds and the Fellowship or Creedlsts—Tho Doctrine of Immortality. [Copyright, 1807, by the Author.3 O RELIGIOUS fes- tival has gained so much in favor with the Christie II churches in this country of recent years as Easter, commemorating the res- urrection of Jesus. The day, or what was believed to be such (there was a wide difference as to the date between the early Christians of the east and west), was solemnly celebrated for cep- turies in the old world as the most mo- mentous of miracles because it alone es- tablished, in their eyes, the absolute truth of Christitusity. But here, strange to say, Easter was hardly observed at all, except by the Roman Catholics and Episcopalians, who have naturally much In common, as the latter are wholly de- rived from the former until the second half of the present century. Now nearly all the various Protestant sects celebrate Easter with great zeal and fervor, as it would seem they should have always done, to be consistent with their faith. As Jesus is the sole founder of Christianity, how could they afford to neglect at any time the day, when- ever it may have been, on which he, to their mind, rose from the dead? The one explanation is that many of the sects, re- garding Easter 40 or 50 years since as a Roman Catholic holy day, refused to cele- brate it. The old Puritans of New Eng- land, with most of their immediate de- scendants, particularly so considered it. And they could not theologically share with what they called the scarlet wom- an anything that she might sanction. Not a little of their religion was to de- test "popery" with the whole force of their pious souls. Many of the later Protestants have been similarly affected. But this feeling has been steadily wear- ing off, as is shown by all the denomi- nations in the observance today of Eas- ter. Congregationalists, Presbyterians, Baptists, Methodists, Unitarians, Uni- versalists, commemorate the occasion, notably in cities, by a special service, with elaborate music and lavish decora- tions of flowers. This is another tend- ency of the time to the gradual har- monizing of creeds and the fellowship of creedists. Since theology as such is generally conceded to be declining the world over, particularly in the republic, the wider and wider acceptance of Easter may ap- pear to be exceptional. Reflection. how- ever, will corroborate, instead of con- tradicting, the opinion. A great many church communicants who are counted as orthodox do not believe in the divin- ity of Jesus—that is, in his being the ton of God, coequal with him. The Unitarians, for example, renounce that belief altogether. But they hold him to be the best, the purest, the noblest, the most exalted of men, and, in such sense, diviue. They rank themselves and they are ranked as Christians nevertheless. Christians are, in any liberal inter- pretation, all who love, admire, revere the life and teachings of Jesus, his 3m - inanity or divinity being of minor con- sequence. The Scriptural injunction about believing in him has reference to this, not, as they claim, to any theologie assumption, as Lord or Savieur. It is essentially his human character, it is thought, which has brought Easter into so ardent and general favor. JeSus is not wrapped up in form and dogma, is not connected with any ecclesiastic bins or patristic subtlety. His record in the New Testament is clear, consistent, convincing, practical, all goochsess, sac- rifice, fulfillment of the highest duty. Everybody in civilization, be he or- thodox or heterodox, theist or infidel, skeptic or devotee, esteems and admiret JOSnS. Ho is an incarnation of all the virtues, not abstract, metaphysical, sub, linaated, symbolic or allegorical, as are Ito many Biblical creatures. He appeals to and answers the needs of humanity. He really represents an anthropomorphic deity, as so many of us try to represent, what we conceive to bo God. Jesusi stands for humanitarianism and ideal morality. He is our spiritualizod, glori - fled brother whom we would resemble if we might, and whom we elevate into the zenith of our affections and aspira- tions. He always typifies what is high- est, broadest, grandest in our possible selves, the hest that is attainable in curl conception, and yet wholly free from obei seurity or mysticism. Who has ever "t heard any one complain that the nature) of Jesus is unintelligible? No wonder that most Christiaus have turned from the idea of the Father to the presenta- tion of the Son, the embodiment of char- ity, the ultimate of beneficence. The majority of thoughtful persons have ceased to ponder the supernatural, which defies comprehension. They are, employing themselves instead with the natural, still occupying immeasurable space and promising to elude complete. apprehension for ages to come. Jesus will ever remain an ideal, albeit so very' human, for man, strive as he may, dis- cboses at present no possibility of inatela' ing him. But man, who has existed and improved for hundreds of thousands of years, will coutiuue to improve for tens of thousauds of years longer, backed by the law of eternal progress, and may finally reach the plane on which the good Jesus stands. Then, he will have solved the mysteries of nature, and the supernatural, as now named, will bo superfluous. The human and the divine will be absorbed in one another and will be virtually synonymous. The plan and purpose of the universe will be in some manner disclosed, and faith be supplant- ed by knowledge. This will bo the spiritual acquirement long foretold by, the transcendental. Another reason, doubtless, why Easter appeals so much more to the mass of Protestants today than it formerly did is its immediate association with the doctrine of immortality. Tho doctrine is the same that was taught 19 centuries since, but as time has gone on the mexe doctrine bas become less abstract, more and more concrete, taking the form of feeling. The great majority of enligIst- ened beings in this era undeniably long for conscious immortality, in part be- cause life here has palled upon them, grown grievous to bear. Through science and philosophy having been made skep- tical of the future, they have as a result been more eager for it. While, they may not believe at all iu the di- vinity of Jesus, they identify him with the doctrine, and such is the incongruity of man they adhere to the observance of Easter because it in some way an- swers to what they suppose to be their psychal need. 4 Strictly speaking, Easter and all its concomitants belong exclusively to the Roman church. Its celebration is in complete harmony with its rites and methods, which are opposed to the sim- pler, severer creed of the Protestants. The Catholic church regards the in- creasing love of form and display in the heretical denominations as an evidence of their gradual return to the pristine fold, something of which it has never despaired. At any rate it is easy to see why, from spiritual and social reasons, the ceremonial observation of Easter stead- ily grows in favor. Junius HENRI BROWNE. Sports at Easter Time. INCE the begin- ning of the church sports and games have characterized the Easter observ- ance. In this country we are familiar with the egg rolling games on Easter Monday on the White House grounds in Wash- ington, but in other countries there are Easter sports and games quite unknown to us. The Easter festival of our forefathers covered a period of 15 days. The week beginning with Easter Sunday was al- most entirely given over to sport and games and general merrymaking. Au odd feature of the old time celebration was that of heaving or lifting, the "heaved" sitting in a' chair decorated with white ribbons. Easter Monday and Easter Thursday were known as heav- ing clays, the women sitting in a chair on Monday and the men on Tuesday. Those heaving or lifting the chair were expected to life it three times and then kiss the occupant, who, in turn, kissed them. To the regret of the lads and las- sies in the districts where the novel cere- mony was once performed, the custom has long since died out. Handball was formerly one of the most common of Easter games, and at one time a sort of water tilting coutest was much in vogue. Young men would drift about in boats without oars and allow the craft to drift against a shield suspended itt midstream, striking it as with a lance. If the lance -was brokeu against the shield, it was considered a good stroke and won applause, but if the shield was missed or the spear remained intact the owner of the lance invariably lost his balance and tumbled into the water. In Switzerland a peculiar game is played at Easter. Large baskets filled with bran are placed in a circle some- where on a free field or public place. Then as many rows of 100 eggs as there are competitors are laid, each egg a foot or so apart from the next, the rows radiating from the baskets to an equal distance. The task is to plat the 100 eggs, one by one, into the basket with- out breaking any, and who does it in the shortest space of time is the winner In Moscow, St. Petersburg and °tile ,Russian cities swings and merry go rounds are erected for the festival season on the boulevards, and all sorts 0 - amusements prevail in the concert and dance halls. t 1