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infant fears with sweetmeats or with | Indian or savage chieftain, and he caused cakes. One interesting child came for- no little fun and laughter to the rest. The ward and timidly begged for a cross, little girls had flowers painted on their
through which you peeped and saw the sleeves or on their white modest head-tie. whole Heaven.” She meant a cross with | To satisfy the ambitious looks of some, the tiny plioto of a saint within, much these head-bands were turned by yellow inagnified. A priest had once brought color into costly crowns and coronets; these things among them. And now the some again rejoiced in Aower garlands, six o'clock beetle has begun his loud, all done in paint, while others had a holy knife grinding sound, reminding us to motto or their Christian names printed beat a retreat, to seek our canoe and pad on them. And thus the evening passed dle homewards before all the daylight dis- away in utter merriment and childish appeared, for twilight in these parts there mirth. And when the Angelus had rung, is none worth speaking of.
and the little children quickly ran home, On the next day we changed our cir. the mothers did want to know how the cuit, seeking out oiher souls farther down wild duck had got on Polecat's shirt, or the river, warning some, for an old sinner the red rose on Apollonia's sleeve, and or so here and there crossed our path, who had crowned their daughters queens, encouraging again others, and trying to or written their fair names upon their visit and speak to all. When the Sunday brow. came we had much good work to do, and Poor painter-priest, he had to pay for his it was joy to see the church so fairly filled fun or folly on the morrow, for when at at mass time, the men on one side, the mass time he turned round, the rats and women and children on the other, dressed bats, birds, butterflies, and reptiles were jo truly modest but gay attire. Some pa. before him on the one side, while on the gan women of the Warau tribe remained other four queens sat in a rustic row outside on account of their scanty dress. bearing so modestly their painted crowns, When mass over and instruction praying all the while so piously! The given, they retired, leaving us some six unexpected sight at that moment did children to be baptized. They returned more than half upset the gravity of the in the afternoon to say and sing their priest, and had it not been for the very prayers and catechism according to their close and most painful contact of lips and custom. Sing out indeed they did, and teeth, he fairly would have committed the church roof stood it well! When in- himself to something very like a laugh. structions over and benediction And now our short and interesting visit given, young Moruca, encouraged. by to Moruca has come to its close. Many some of the ancients, found themselves children during it had become God's facollected outside the church on the vacant vorites by baptism, no one had died, one ground, expecting some little innocent person had been anointed, and many had recreation. Showers of biscuits and nuts approached the sacraments of penance and other things kept the little Indian and the holy eucharist. So packing up boys as brisk as any boys could be, while our traps, blessing and bidding · God without a scramble the little girls received speed” to all around, at midnight we left with a grateful smile their just share; but St. Rosa's mission and worked our way nuts and biscuits in due time failing, and homewards by the same romantic route the oranges all gone, another device we came, not forgetting the promise made amused them much, and brought merri- to say mass on the banks of the Pomoroon ment to all around, for some mixed colors, River. For a week-day the attendance not in oil, were standing hard by, and paint there was as good as we could reasonably brushes were not far distant. By way of expect. Thirty, mostly Portuguese, col. fun, a snake was painted on the white lected there; several went to the sacrasleeve of a little unsuspecting girl. Atments, and some five or six babies, of first she jumped and then enjoyed the different tribes and nations, were brought joke, then all came up in quick succession, to be baptized, though some (not many) clamorously insisting on some device to hardened sinners still remain unreclaimed adorn their white shirt-front, their shoul- among the Portuguese settlers there. ders, sleeves, arms, caps, or head-dress. That word "sinner” recalls to my mind Rats and bats, butterflies and birds were a somewhat curious if not interesting painted on the boys in various bright col- story. I will tell it before my pen gets
One droll little fellow submitted to weary, for it has been working fast. On be painted in tattoo fashion, like to a wild the banks of this river, there resided for
many, many years, an old man of African | humbly they requested to tarry a while, descent, though with some white blood and eat up that unlucky bird. Their running in his dark veins. He lived al- petition was granted; plucking and cookmost alone, and sad for him, lived not ing soon began, and the eating quickly quite alone, for marry he would not. He followed. The priest, for want of somesupported himself and his wicked pagan thing better to do, turned towards the old Indian partner on the produce of a few man's house, determined to make a last acres of half-cultivated land — his own. attack. He entered the house, rambled all The old sinner could read, and many about it, no one was there, nor were there good Catholicobooks he had. What is any signs of life. Possibly the old sinner more, the faith was there strong enough, had had enough of the priest and his but one would have thought he expected to preaching, and had hidden himself away; be saved by faith alone. Tine after time but there was another sermon in store for the Moruca missionary would call at his him, and this time a stereotyped edition place, hunt him up, and if at night-time of the last one delivered. There stood in and the tide was against the rowers, he healthy vigor a large cochineal cactus tree, would condescend to hang up his lam- shading with its many thick, broad leaves mock in his place, and in the early morn. the window of the old man's room. This ing drink hot coffee with him, and remain plant is valuable, for its green, succulent there till the turning of the tide. Time leaves are employed by old women and after time would the good priest try by semi-quack doctors as the best of cooling every means, persuasive or otherwise, to poultices, hence it is not likely to be de. draw him to repentance and to put away stroyed, however bold, obnoxious, or the occasions of grievous sin, but all to no officious it might make itself some fine purpose. Civil and reverent was the old day. man always, and even proud and happy to From past experiments the priest well see the priest, but unmoved and impeni- knew that any deep scratch made upon or tent he remained.
into the leaf of this cactus tree, while It happened some few years ago an. scarcely visible at the moment made, other priest, not the Moruca missionary, would in the course of about three days' had to return to town all alone for Lenten time come out or appear in a clear, conduty, and passed that way, and knew of trasting color upon the leaf-like straw. the old Pomoroon sinner and his wicked colored embroidery on a dark-green velvet doings, and as the tide, when he was pass- ground; so losing no time he detached ing the place, was on the turn, he put into the pin from the Roman collar-band, and the little port at midday and made his steadily engraved, in good round Roman way straight to the poor man's house. capitals, the essence of his sermon just Refreshments at once were forthcoming, delivered on the broad leaves, so kindly such as they were, for the old man was lending to the pious work. Death and noted for his hospitality; but this kind judgment, hell and its horrors, the danattention was refused at once, unless the gers of delay, the sad state of the sinner, sinner would promise there and then to the shamefulness of sin, were all deeply take steps to change his evil course and engraven there, but for the present quite mend his ways. No promise could be ex. invisible to all. Scarce had the sermon torted from bim. “ Later on, later on, been written and the precious pin restored, not just now," was all that could be got or than the Indian cry was heard once more, extracted from him. The priest did his the bird had been all eaten, and the boat poor best, reminding him of death and was waiting, and the waters well washing. how it must soon overtake him, old, witli- So the father, looking neither to the right ered, and white as he was; then again he nor to the left, made liis way straight to bade him to remember the future punish the wooden stelling, and was on the very ments of sins so terrible and eternal, but point of setting himself down, when he all of no avail. Soon the Indian paddle. was startled by the presence and voice of men cried out that the waters were the old sinner; poor old man, he felt washing, and the priest made his way something very intensely and it touched disappointed, as many a priest had been him deeply, it was not th sermon, sad to before bim, to the river bank. Just, low- say, but the refusal of the priest to break ever, as he was about to resume his seat, bread with him under his humble roof, some large bird had come within gunshot and he made a last earnest appeal." "No,"? range, and was at once brought down by said the priest, as he stood up on the the unerring shot of the Indian boatmen; prow of the boat, and somewhat raised
his voice, “no, you would not grant my
From Temple Par. request, I will not grant yours; you have
TOWN MOUSE AND COUNTRY MOUSE. refused not once but many times to listen
STRAY LETTERS, EDITED to the voice of God's ministers, you per
LINDSAY (OF BALCARRES). sist in remaining in sin, and rejecting
Part I. God's grace; but mark my words," he said, raising his voice still higher, “a time will come, and it is very close at band, when the very trees on your estate (From Lady Augusta Dacre to Miss Bear
trice Maxwell.) will cry out against you, will speak to you, and tell you truths such, nay, the very
Bruton Street. February, 188-, same, I have spoken to you this day. I MY DARLING BEATTIE, am no prophet or saint, nor do I work These few lines are intended to prove miracles, but soon, and very soon, you to you that I have not forgotten my promwill verify to the letter the truth of these ise, and to convey my hope that you, on my words, strange sounding as they may your part, will follow my good example. seem to you.” But,” said the old man, Before you left London, during our bewildered and rather taken aback at the last lesson at the French class, we two loud, authoritative voice of the priest, and registered a vow to keep up a regular cor. struck at the novel statement, but,” he respondence with each other, endeavoring said, “it would be a great blessing if my to inake our letters interesting and ele. trees could speak,” and he repeated the gantly phrased, like those of Madame de words again, as if he knew not what else Sévigné. to say. “Blessing or not,” said the priest, Well, dearest, I will not fail in the main “ listen to what they say," and without a part of our agreement; I will write regu. word more he sank into his little boat and larly. But, with regard to the rest, I know bade his men swistly row away, leaving that I shall always be a sad defaulter. the old sinner on the shore puzzled and this note is as dúll as proverbial ditchperplexed, and it would seem not too well water; it is, in fact, nothing more nor less pleased.
than an empty excuse for the writer's un. And now, what is the sequence of this worthiness. I have seen nothing, heard strange (may we or is it wrong to call it nothing; what can I tell you of? Furtherpious) stratagem? The guilty priest soon more, phraseology was never my strong after was recalled to England, and spent point, as you know. Pardon what is my six cold suinmers there, and as many misfortune, not my fault, and believe in more miserable winters, and then returned my good intentions. For anyhow, dear. with pleasure to the tropics. Soon he est old Beattie, I am, and shall always made inquiries, and was surprised to hear remain, Your loving friend, that the old man was living still. But the
AUGUSTA DACRE. sermon which the tree had preached had at length made its way, through God's grace, to the hardened heart. Shortly after the old man made his peace with (From Miss Beatrice Maxwell to the Lady God, for becoming sick unto death, a
Augusta Dacre.) priest happened, as good Providence
Greenleaf Manor. February, 183, would have it, to be journeying that way, MY DARLING GUSSIE, – and joyfully liastened to his bedside with Do you really mean you have nothing the message of forgiveness and love to to tell me? Why, the folks who indited the now contrite sinner, and, like the good brilliant letters in good old times, wrote Samaritan, poured in oil and wine into about the merest nothings frothed up into his deep-wounded soul. Brought back by great appearance like the omelette soufflée the sacrament of penance to his God, and your mother's cook serves to such per. left in safe keeping, the old man soon fection! after died in peace. One thing I heard Talking of cooks, you should see what of him worthy of notice and significant to our Jane designates "a pancake." It inany sinners such as he was - he ac- might be useful as an extra.thick double tually said the rosary every day. sole for a well-regulated country girl's
And here my story has an ending, and walking-boot. I know about walking. with it shall end this description of our boots now, because papa said to me yesjourney and our quaint doings among the terday, quite severely, Indians.
My dear Beatrice, your shoes are no IGNATIUS SCOLES. thicker than an ordinary sheet of paper."
“Oh, papa, I assure you," said I, lifting was as dark as when I used to be locked up first one foot, and then the other, in into it, naughty. The big globe that remonstrance; “I do indeed assure you." never explained its use to me, (nor to
“Let her alone,” quoth Anthony rudely; Mademoiselle either, for that matter,). “by the time she's got a nasty cold and a stood, according to custom, tilted up on red nose, she'll have learnt to wear sensi. its two remaining legs in a far-off corner. ble boots."
The piano was open, grinning and My dearest Gussie, how thankful you showing its old discolored keys at me, in ought to be that you are devoid of broth- triumph over the misspent hours of iny ers! Brothers, dear, pervade the house youth. I longed to take Ollendorff out (I might almost say the grounds as well); of the bookcase, and sit down at the they smoke, they whistle, they shout, they table, and translate: “The good grandacquire an intolerable method of making mother for the scarlet coat of tlie malia noise and bustle, whilst yet they have cious grandchild out of the green arbor an unaccountable appearance of doing came. nothing. They leave all doors open, And to think that one short day has except when they bang them loudly; they wrought this revulsion of feeling! That make all smooth noors gravelly, and all day was yesterday. Mainma and I went rough places slippery. Their hats and to the drawing-room. We started off sticks lie on the piano, their dogs on the bravely in the pumpkin (I should say, the armchairs, whilst they themselves invari. carriage); the horses looked sleek and ably deposit wet coffee cups on velvet triumphant; the coachman and footman tables. Out of doors, they positively can. were decorated with bouquets of flowers. not walk upon the paths; they simply As for mamma, what with her feathers must jump in and out of the flower-beds, and lappets and diamonds and train, I or balance themselves on the stone cop. trembled to go near her; whilst your ing. Moreover, they possess the most Cinderella was decked in finery from top disgusting pets, pink-eyed ferrets, a sulky to toe - a symphony in white ! raven or two, some lame weasels, and Mamma is in bed to-day with a very se: many others, whilst the sports they delight vere cold and threatening of bronchitis, in do not admit of description.
and I have a sore throat. But that is But to revert to yourself. Tell me nothing; mamma says that people who everything, dearest Gussie. Such is our go to drawing.rooms before May always bargain; am I not your second self, and do catch cold, and after May there is such have you not promised to bare the secrets a rabble nobody can get comfortably preof your heart to my friendly eye? Joking sented. apart, if you have no secrets as yet, write I was an hour and a half dressing, dear to me of your daily life. Do you feel Beattie, on my word of honor. A French yourself to be really “out"? Remember hairdresser came, who said my hair was that you are now bursting your shell, too long in some places and too short in about to take your first peep into the others, so he pinned a lot of curls on the great world (like Miss Burney's Eve. top of my head, where they wagged in a lina, and all the other heroines we have rickety, uncertain manner all the afterread of and discussed), whilst I, in these noon, and he tucked my own plaits away dreary solitudes, must ever remain at the back under a pyramid of wbite Your ignorant country cousin, feathers and tulle. I caught sight of myBEATRICE MAXWELL. self in the looking-glass once, and thought
of cousin Fred's description of the Zulus
on gala-days, but Monsieur Lefer was (From Lady Augusta Dacre to Miss Bea- little fat hands in ecstasy. Poor mamma
pleased to see me smile, and clapped his trice Nlaxwell.)
came in every five minutes, looking eager Eruton Street. March, 188-. and furried. Her own feathers were DARLING BEATTIE,
but she did not care ; she It is quite true; I am "out.” But I was only anxious for my proper appearfeel, ob i feel, like some Cinderella who ance, and her maid Claudine was perpetis utterly unworthy of her grandeur; 1 ually sent to aid my good Susan, though wish myself back in the schoolroom an she only succeeded in terrisying the poor hundred times a day. Dear old school girl, whose presence of mind bad forsaken room! I peeped into it this morning, and ler early in the morning. grew positively tearful. The rain-stained Claudine appeared every time with a blinds were pulled right down; the room long white thread banging down from
each side of her mouth, and a needle hid- the princesses, making my curtseys as den away between her lips, and she best I could, jostling all the great people merely gave my train a contemptuous I had so longed to see, till finally I heard little shake in silence, and then went mamma whisper : "Cheer up, Gussie, it quickly back to mamma.
is all over !” I had made as many curtWhen I was finally proclaimed to be seys as possible, but oh, such curtseys ! ready, all the maids in the house came to and I had kissed her Majesty's hand, but look at me; I turned round and round for oh, how awkwardly! When I recollect their benefit, and they were delighted. the mingled grace and self-control with Our old housekeeper cried a little, but the which our dear Madame M. taught us to housemaids were unmistakably pleased. perform this ceremony, with the table. I found it very difficult to walk down cloth carefully pinned to our skirts, I canstairs, however, and was perforce obliged not but feel certain that I disgraced myto take short, mincing steps like a genuine self. fine lady.
Now, dearest Beattie, you see I have Mamma and I sat a long time in the obeyed you; I have written you a lengthy carriage, in the string of people all going description of my adventures. I will not to the palace. Mamma had brought some pause to read it over ; were I to do so, I sandwiches, and we ate some. I longed should probably not dare to post such to give two or three to a little crossing. rubbish. As it is, I throw myself on your sweeper who looked very hungry; but indulgence, and remain mamma said that my doing so would cer
Your loving friend, tainly attract a crowd, and the anecdote
AUGUSTA DACRE. miglit sind its way into a society paper, which would be a dreadful thing, espe. cially for a girl only just "out."
Dear Beaitie, do you remember that last year
(From Miss Beatrice Maxwell to the Lady
Augusta Dacre.) we carried a large bowlful of plum pud. ding to the old woman at the corner of
Greenleaf Manor. March, 188our square, and thought nothing of it? I Oh, my own darling Gussie, I do in. must be growing old very quickly, for 1 deed envy you! Only to think of your am already conscious of regret for my going to court, dressed in rustling silks past youth !
and satins, feathers on your head, “rings What pleased me best on our arrival at on your fingers, bells on your toes”! Be the palace were the beefeaters in pictur. happy, Cinderella, for it is not chronicled esque costume, and a nice, broad, warm that your namesake ever regretted her staircase, where my shoulders and elbows tatters and her dark chinney-corner. began slightly to thíaw. There were some Neither can I believe that you do. But charming gentlemen with long wands, where, oh Cinderella mine, where is the who talked to mamma; they looked like prince? Surely you have met him by magicians, and the ladies in white or light this time. Well, jour story is strung on colors, slowly ascending the stairs, seemed silk and gold; the thread of my homely like fairies who were presently to take narrative is, per contra, nothing but a their place in a transformation scene. My commonplace dull grey woollen yarn, or heart beat violently; I thought each mo. cotton, at best. Papa blames me for not ment that we should perchance meet the sufficiently loving the country; why, then, queen, but mamma reassured me, and did he send me to be “finished” in Lontold me I should have plenty of time for don, under the superintendence of Aunt preparation.
Arabella ? Aunt Arabella never praised Alas! she was quite right. We re. the country. mained for nearly two hours, first in one I feel finished, dear, in more sepses room, then in another, in the midst of a than one. First of all, Anthony's premultitude of tired ladies, whose pretty dicted cold has seized me. You talk of dresses were all crushed, and whose train's chills in London, but the excitement of were awkwardly gathered up in their arms. going to the drawing-room would assurWhen the final moment arrived, I had edly have warmed me for the next ten lost all presence of mind, and I have now years. Have you any idea of what the no distinct recollection of what happened. country can be, submerged under a slush I heard mamma say“ Come "impatiently, of half-melted snow, the air heavy with a then some one gave me a genile push, penetrating niist, the trees holding out some one else pulled out my train. 1 through the wet silence their leafless and staggered hurriedly past the queen and convenient branches like so many incen