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POETRY. AIT AFRICAN DISTINCTION. ••Parson I'se somewnat not right in my min'; Bot, sarobln' myself, I 'Clare f cunt flk- De cause what at present am troutolin 1 me so; An' dogged if I knows why my sperrtte is low. Ton tote me dat when I come Inter de church My aoul it would shine like de gold fin a perch, An' dat netoer no mo' I'd be heavy an' dark, ' But gay an' as tree as de blue bird an' lark.\ d hardd terr libb terr dee ng te m Bible w» yer preach, ck ob a loach «Tse tried har te li te d gospel yer pe, An' has bung ter my Bible w de Buck ob a loach; I has sold all my cotton an' gin to de po' Aa much as my neighbors an' mebby so mo', At church I'se been dropping 1 de dimes in de box, An' fur de whole cause I has worked like a ox, An' clar 1 doan 1 know why my heart it am sod When deLawdHlssel knows I'se done nothin' Dad.\ \My frteny sold the preacher, \I knows ye air good An' would gin ter de church much mo' if yer But glnntov'ter church ain't all of de flght- Ter should gin ter de preacher—dat strikes me as It lightens de heart an'oils up de soul- Come, gin me a half ob dat hog What yer stole.\ slous alive I\ the member replied; ir think, BrudderJeems,datter yer I'se As de Lawd is my jedge. as I kneels at dls logr- m swat by de trone dat I neber eats hogs, As true eus the Gospel what St. Peter wrote, De meat what I tuck good parson, was shoat, He's fat as a bear, ies ? rollln'in grease I Gome down ter de house an 1 I'll gin yer a piece 2\ — Opie f. Read, in JS. Y. Mercury. My Little Mistakes. - BY J. FITZGERALD 3I0LL0Y. The l J hetans had a baby. Tom sent ine a telegram .announcing what lie call- ed the happy event; for I had known him sincere were both at school, where ha was generally called the Fat Boy, and many of the fellows entertained the rooted idea the he was a lineal de- scendant of the \fat boy\ whom Charles Dickens has. immortalized in Pickwick. Tom Fhelan was not only a fat boy, but, in accordance with the promise of his youth, he became a fat young man, with a mellow face like an over-ripe pear, and an amply proportioned per- son. Indeed, it was because of that genial, happy look and general air of comfort which his fatness imparted, that little May O'Rourke fell in love with, and finally married, him. For this sufficient reason Tom thought her the wisest woman of her, generation, and quite believed in his inner con- sciousness that Nature had endowed her with rare and admirable taste. Twelve months ago I had acted as * Tom's best man; he had asked me to stand by him to the last, and I did. I saw him through the painful cere- mony, during which he was stared at In the keenest way by all the bride's , including eight charm- ids, not one of whom, time, vouchsafed me a 1 for by comparison with the .^joonjl was an uninteresting man had not the heart, the courage, the good taste or sense to take any woman for better or for worse; therefore, in the presence of this noble specimen of hu- manity, the bridegroom, I was insignifi- cant. If ever a man was uncomfortable in his life, Tom Phelan was, under the uninterrupted gaze of these fair crea- tures and of the crowds of the wife's relations assembled for the occasion in all their strength and glory, iuside the walls of St. Bride's Church, Dublin. At the breakfast some one made a long speech, in which so many magnifi- cent things were said with so much grandiloquence that the bride began to weep, ana poor Tom, who thought it his duty to harmonize in all things with the feelings of his new-made wife, was about to allow himself to be overcome and shed a few tears also, when he caught the stern and reproachful glance of his new-made mother-in-law, and , that one glance decided the matter, and •wayedliis emotion immediately. '•' $mr him through it all, poor fellow, ^ as I promised. I was true to my trust, and at the last moment, whilst the car- . riage which was to convey him and his bride away waited, I extracted a few grains of rice which had lodged them- selves in his left eye. and picked up his best hat. which had been rudely knock- ed off his head by the .blow of an oid slipper from some friendly hand. 80, as I commenced by stating, they had now a baby, and they made as much f UBS and excitement over the fact as if it were the most wonderful, instead of .'the most natural, thing in life. The day after receiving the telegram I had a letter from Tom, in which he described the infant as the finest baby his sisters, his cousins, and his aunts—and, collec- tively, their names are legion—had ever seen. It was a boy, and nothing would please him but that I should, a fort- night after the receipt of his letter, cross the channel and stand god-father to his first-born. No doubt he considered he paid me a compliment, for he seemed to lay great ^gasrittes on the fact of my being request- &\> ed to stand in such a position to the , \flrflt-born and gave me to understand the honor would not be so great if I were, in the coming time, asked to hold • the same position towards other little types of humanity that, in the course of years, he fully expected—nay, hoped —would present themselves. I would do anything to oblige and aid a friend like Tom Phelan, even to get- ting sea-sick; sol crossed over to Kings- town suffering that malady in all its horrors, during which time I did not ex- actly bless this young Phelan on whose account I had undertaken the journey. My old friend was waiting for me on the pier, his round, ruddy face beaming with happkiess and brimming over with smiles. I felt at that moment thatiie must be a complete contrast to myself, for mal de mer always made me look the color of an unripe lemon, and cer- tainly did not improve my temper. \Well my boy,\ he said, seizing my hand, and jerking it up and down as if he had mistaken it for a pump-handle, \how.are you?\ \Very bad. We have had a rough eight,\ I replied, as briefly as I could, whilst I watched two porters disputing tor the possession of my portmanteau. X suppose Tom saw that I was yet offering from the effects of my voyage &nd was somewhat out of sorts, for he did not speak to me for some time. When he did it was in atone of re- proach. \Fitz you have not asked me how he is,\ he said. \He!—whom?\ I inquired, rather aiystified. * k Your little godson.\ \Oh of course; how stupid I am! I oeg your pardon, my dear fellow; how is he? All right, I hope.\ (\if the fond parent had only heard my fervent prayers for his heir a few hours ago!\ I • • thought to myself, feeling for the first time in my lire a bit of a hypocrite.\) \He is a wonderful big infant, they cell me,\ said the affectionate parent, with an air of pride and some assump- tion of indifference. \Is heV\ I asked, with what I hoped was a tone expressive of interest. Tom was so good naturedthathe had already forgiven me my want of thought. \When is it to be, Tom?\ I said pres- * \What?\ he asked. \The christening, of course,\ said I. \Wednesday he answered: \and we have decided to leave the selection of his name to you.\ \My dear fellow, that is too much re- sponsibility; if I gave the boy a name he disliked, like Christopher or Tobias, prAlonao or Simon, he would never forgive me when he grew up, but would hate me to the day of his death.\ \What nonsense you talk, Fitzl You can talk it over with May, and come to some arrangement.\ \One question,\ said I, abruptly stop- ping in our walk towards the brougham ;hat was to carry us to Tom's comforta- ble hornet \shall I have to hold him at the font?\ \Yes—that is.no; upon my life I can't say. Why'/\ \Because I have never held one be- fore, and I am sure I should let it fall. I have never seen one—having no mar- ried relatives or friends—except in a 'bus or in a perambulator in the streets; and I am rather afraid of them—I am, upon my life. I think they are all bad- tempered and bad-mannered, and have a common habit of working themselves into frightful passions about nothing in particular, just to plague people and make them uncomfortable.\ For answer my friend shook his fat sides with laughter, and, when he could speak, said: \You talk like a bachelor, Fitz.\ \You forget I have not had twelve nonths' experience of matrimony.\ I laid, hitting him home. He only laughed all the more at this; my reply seemed to tickle his fancy. • * 4 It would be the best thing in life for youif3 r ou had; it would make you a happy man,\ he said, when he recover- ed nimself, \Take my word for it, you don't know-what-comfort is till you're married.\ \I am not very miserable in my pres- ent state of blessed bachelorhood, and in no hurry to make a change,\ said I. \Then you are wrong, my boy. Do you know why I sent for you?\ he said, ooking at me suddenly, and, as I thought afterwards, speculatively. To stand godfather to your son, of course.\ \That is one reason; but I have an- other. May and I have Jaid a plot. I'm afraid I am spoiling sport by telling other. May and I have p I m afraid I am spoiling sport by telling you,ou, butt I'mm hangedd iff I cann holdd myy tongue.\ fraid I am spoiling sport by telling bu I' hange i I ca hol m \ I am the victim of your plot, I sup- je?\ I inquired mildly. \You are, my boy. We want to make pose?\ I inquired mil< \Toil are, my boy. - you as happy as ourselves by marrying you to one of the brightest and best of jirls; she is just the one to make you as happy as you could desire.\ \Upon my life, you are awfully good, both of you; but I have no inclination to join the list of martyrs—I mean to— to enter into tho holy bonds of matri- mony.\ \ We will say no more about her un- ;il you see her.\ \When will that be?\ I asked, feeling rather curious to see the woman whom my friends had decided was to make me a happy man. u On Wednesday morning; she is to be one of the godmothers „\ There was much ado about that christ- ening. The cake was of a gigantic, size, as if ordered with a merciful con- sideration for the healthy appetites of the sisters, cousins and aunts of Tom Phelan and wife. The previous night a dinner was given to celebrate the event more fitly. I was dressed early, and went down to the drawing-room, where Tom was talking to Mrs. McFum, a lit- tle woman with a twinkle in her eyes and a juvenile capon her head, who prided herself on being connected with the family of the great MacFums, to whom Brian Boru himself was but an upstart, and the lords of Kildare and Leinster but \mushrooms me dear, if it comes to that,\ as she used to say with a sense of pride expressed by a sudden backward jerk of her head that made the lace of her cap flutter airily and the roses tremble from exaltation, in more senses than one, on their wire stems. When my host had introduced me, and she had nodded her juvenile cap in recognition of my best bow, she went on with the narrative of what her dear friend Lady Ariadne had said to ler when she was last in London, which Tom had interrupted for the purpose of Introducing me. I saw that he was impatient to get away, but there was no use in his striv- ing to stir from-Mrs. MaoFum justthen, who started with afresh anecdote of what Tom Moore had told her he bad said to Lady Blessington when she sang \Believe Me if All;** and so I was left to make acquaintance with the guests already arrived, all of whom were stran- gers to me. \Charming day this has bean,\ said a young lady, who evidently took pity on my forlorn condition. \Charming—beautiful I replied, looking at the speaker, who had the most wonderful gray-blue Irish eyes I had ever previously seen, which had now a merry look in them they strove in vain to conceal s She gave a pleasant, soft, musical laugh when I had spoken. \You forget it has been raining all day,\ she said, looking at mo with a quizzing gaze. \So it has,\ said I, remembering the fact and laughing with her at my words: all the while I felt myself blushing. - \I only spoke of the weather to break the conversational ice,\ she said. \You are merciful,\ I answered, wondering if she was laughing at me. \Am I? I saw you were a stranger to us, and Mr. Phelan is being instruct- ed in the pedigree of the MacFums, I suppose, and cannot get away for u quarter of an hour to introduce you,'? she said, with a friendliness that set me at my ease at once. \Will you allow me to do myself that pleasure?\ \I think I can spare you the trouble,\ she replied, in •'•« most musical of voices. \You 1 • come from London to stand godfather to baby?\ \I have,\ I answered, wondering how she knew, and watching with pleasure the arch look that suddenly darted into her wonderful eyes. I began to think that she had one of the most interest- ing faces I had ever seen: her lips were red and saucy, and were, I thought just then, made to kiss and be kissed. \Shall I point you out the godmoth- er,\ she asked, watching my face as she spoke. \No—that is, yes,\ I replied, think- ing of what Tom had told me, and just a little curious to see his beau ideal of my future wife. \There she is, at the other side of the room, in a gray silk dress, talking to that s^out little man with the brown wig.\ \Do you mean- \Yes that tall angular lady, with the little bunch of curls at each side of her face. She has been a beauty in her day, and has just come in for a thousand a year, since which time she has had six proposals of marriage and has stood godmother to a hundred and twenty- jhree children. Before she came in for that legacy no one ever noticed her; and though her manners have not changed in the least, the world has only now suddenly discovered that she is one of the most amiablo women living. Now, I always knew that-fact, and stated it openly, though no on9 would believe Whilst my new friend spoko I felt that she was watching my face keenly. This, then, I said to myself, was the woman whom Tom Phelau had assured me would make me a happy man. Tho lady was at least twenty ytars older than I was; but any disparity in that way Tom evidently thought woul.i be made up to mo by the fact of my fu- ture wife possessing a thousand a year I began to think that my friend's character had undergone a change. I had always considered him far from mercenary; but probably the cares and expenses of his new life had made him regard money in a different light from what he had done in the old days; and he thought he would do me a friendly turn by marrying me to a woman old enough to be my mother, because of her wealth. I was sorry for Tom Phelan. Marriage, I thought, had not raised the tone of his mind. I looked over at him then, and saw a cheerful look on his round pleasant face, as if something had occurred that made him very happy. Probably, I said mentally, it is one of Mrs. MacFum's tales that makes this most good-tempered of men delighted. When next Hooked at my neighbor, she too, I thought, had a^nerry expres- sion in her eyes, that seemed to spring from a look she exchanged with Tom Phelan. \So that lady is to be baby's godmoth- er?\ I said presently, directing my gaze to the lady in gray silk, with the little bunch of curls confined by tortoiseshell combs, edged with a row of pearls, at each side of her thin palo face. \Yes. *You must let mo introduce you. Indeed, you must know her. She is one of the feost and kindest of wo- men.\ I began to. wonder if my new friend was in the plot, too, and it' she were en- gaged by Tom and Mrs. Tom to lendhei assistance towards the desired end of marrying me to this spinster. I felt as if I should like to get up and run away out of the house and out of the toils that these good people evidently sought to ensnare me in; but the voice of this girl with the gray-blue eyes, that now sparkled with humor, and anon melted into tenderness, almost in. the r.arne minute, as only Irish eyes can, held me a prisoner. I was unwilling to r'qove from her side. Though she did not tell me her name, she told me all about herself in a frank, naive manner, that completed the charm she held over me,, and made me her faithful bond-slave from that hour to this day. Her father was in India, she said; she and her mother were living in Bray during his absence. She expected him home next year, when she feared they would leave dear old Ireland, and go on the Continent. Then suddenly, in the midst of her confidential chat, she asked me once more to cross the room with her, and get introduced to the lady who ^#as to t>e godmother to Tom Phelan's baby. Before I could answer she stood up, and waited for me to accompany her. Miss Fay was the name of the spinster, who was a mild, agreeable gentlewoman, with sad eyes and a gentle manner. When my new friend had introduced me she suddenly disappeared. Soon after, some people who cauie iii engaged Miss Fay's attention, and I was left alone.\ Then Tom Phelan c&rno up to me, beaming all over with smiles. \You have not lost much time in making her acquaintance, Fitz, old boy.\ \No I answered dryly, understand- ing what he meant. \What do you think of her?\ He looked at me with his head on one side and a broad smile on his face. \Think of her? She is very amiable.\ This in a stiff tone. \You will get on famously together. She is the woman to make you tmppy, old man.\' This with au-air of patron- je and superiority. kT Y\ou are very good,\ said I, humor- Ing him, and thinking at the same time bow-changed he Was. \Now Fitz, I have arranged that you shall take in Mrs. Carey to dinner. May will introduce you. I want to ask you to make yourself agreeable to her; not too agreeable, you know, as you can do sometimes to women, for she has a hus- band, though he is in India. A safe distance,-my-boy.\ \All right,\ I said. Tom hurried away, and .just-thetfdin- ner was announced.'tho host giving his arm to Mw. MaeFum. Tha hostess pointed out a lady to rue, •whom I was to take down to the dining-room, and in a lew minutes we were comfortably seated. Mv new friend sat opposite to me. I could see her brijrhtface smiling across tlio ilowers. Her eyes at once dazzled and fascinated me, and her voice made my heart flutter in an un- accustomed way. The lady whom I hac) taken down, and who now-suit besidt me, was a stout, solemn-faced woman, arrayed in black velvet, who spoke very little. I was glad of this latter fact for I could not, I felt, keep up a con- versation. I was listening to the voice of my new friend, who talked well and wittily with her neighbors. Occasional- ly she directed an odd sentence to me across the flowers. When dessert was over, my neighbor in black velvet, with whom Tom Phelai had unnecessarily warned me not tc flirt because of her having a husband in India, took up her fan and commenced to wave it.gently to and fro. \How hot it is!\ she said to me, in i voice as subdued as if she spoke in i church. \Yes I replied, \the night is close but we should not complain. If we had to bear the heat that your husband is at present enduring—\ Suddenly something went against my new friend's breath, then every one at my end of the table became all at once silent,, and I saw that though some of them seemed grave enough, others strove to keep themselves from laugh- ing-outright. Tom Phelan, after a mo- ment's keen struggle, strove to look as if nothing in particular had happened, What was ttie cause of all this I had not the slightest idea, but that something wrong had occurred there was no doubt. Mrs. Phelan at this instant caught Mrs. MacFum's eye, and rose from the table; the other ladies followed. My neighbor, whom I had taken down, was thelastto rise, and as she did so gave me a withering look, which I long re- membered. When the door was safely closed. Tom Phelan threw himself back in his chair and laughed until the tears rolled down his fat cheeks; the other men joined him, looking at me the while. \What is the joke?\ I asked; \I am out in the cold.\ \My dear fellow, Mrs. Carey, who sat next you is a widow.\ In a moment I saw the blunder I had made; I had taken down the wrong wo- man to dinner. An hour afterwards I had completely forgotten my little mistake; for by some chance I found myself by the side of my new friend, waowas seated at the I turned the leaves of the music, bend- ing over her until I touched her once or twice. Her voice was soft and sweet; it stirred me in a way 1 had never be- fore experienced, and made me strange- ly happy and sad almost in the minute. When she had finished singing, and whilst I was yet bending over her, on pretence of closing the book, our eyes met for a second; hers grew soft and liquid, and seemed to melt into a w orld of tenderness. My heart gave a great throb, and then I knew far better than all tha words could say that we two had fallen in love. When a man comes to make such a discovery, a sense of delicious happi- ness rills him, and makes all the world seeia brighter than words—which are poor things at best—can tell. Three hours ago, and I had never met this woman; then fate—accident—chance- call it by what name you will, hadflung us together; and a nameless look in her eyes, some stray tone in her voice, the touch of her hand, had woven a charm for me that at once mocked at and set to flight my ideas of happy bachelor- hood; that revealed to me reelings and hopes which I had never known before, and which made me feel that come weal or woe, this Was she who must walk by my side all the days of my life. Do the gods sport with men as in the olden days? I asked myself. An hour after she had sung that song, by some strange accident we found our- selves in the long garden that runs at the back of Tom's house. It was a glorious night in June; the air was cool and balmy, the smell of the flowers de- ightf ul; a young moon was in the cloud- nss sky. \Weil how do you like Miss Fay?\ the girl who had taken my heart captive asked, looking at me from under her dark lashes. '\Very much; but—but—may I say My heart was terribly anxious to jpeak. \What?\ she asked suddenly; but I QOticed her eyes did not meet mine. \I like some one else much better.\ I could hardly get tho words out. \Probably you do—some one in Lon- don?\ \No some one in Ireland; some one I who is standing beside me now.\ I There was silence in the garden after I had spoken. .She did not reply or laugh, but raised her eyes and looked at me once; then I saw the color coming ' into her cheeks.\ j \I think I must go in now,\ she said ' presently, \or they will miss me, if they want me to sing.\ \Give me a flower before you go?\ I pleaded, not daring to say more. She stooped down, plucked a red rose, just touched her lips with it, and hand- ed it to me. When I looked at her there was the merry light in her eyes I had seen there when she first spoke to me that evening. In another second she turned and ran towards the house. I followed slowly. Just as I arrived at the glass doors of the dining-room that communicated with the garden, I came suddenly face to face with Tom Phelan. \Well Fitz, what are you doing out here?\ he said, with a smile that I was ill-natured enough to set down in my mind as a grin. He spoke as if he in- tended to express surprise, but failed. \Doing? Looking at the moon,\ Ire- died, staring up, as I spoke, into the lummer sky. \Don't you think a pair of gray eyes better worth looking at?\ he asked, with a merry twinkle in his own. \Perhaps I answered calmly. \I say, old man, you have behaved capitally—better than I expected.\ There was a sudden change in his voice that struck me. \How?\ \Tou have fallen in love—don't deny it—with the girl who will make you a happy man. You have done just as I wished, old fellow.\ • He placed his arm around my shoul- ders, as he had often' done when we were boys at school. \You make a mistake there, Tom; I have no desire to sell myself for a thous- and a year.\ \What do you mean?\ he asked; with surprise shining in his good-natured face. \I have no desire to marry the wo- man you were good enough to select forme—Miss Fay.\ Tom burst out laughing, this time' holding his fat sides as if he feared he should explode. \What is the matter?\ I asked, when he had almost done. \You will be the death of me, Fitz, if you go on making these little mistakes.\ \I don'if understand you,\ I said. \You cunning dog! I saw you both out here two minutes ago; and you have fallen in love with her, like a sensfble man, just as I wanted you to do.\ \My dear fellow, you said it was the boy's godmother you had selected for me; and that ti Miss Fay.\ \Miss Fay is one of them, Kitty Ber- fort is the other;\ and to emphasize his words, Tom Phelan struck me on the shoulder with a blow that made me stagger. \You are a brick,\ I said to him, seiz- ing his hand with enthusiasm. Poor good-natured Tom Phelan! His eyes grew dim just for a second, as he returned my friendly grasp. \Tom I said, \God bless your boy!\ I spoke in such a grave, impressive voice that the happy father burst out laughing in my face. This time I join- ed him heartily. Before 1 left the Green Isle, Kitty Berfort and I became engaged. When her father came back from India, we were married, and at our wedding- breakfast Tom Phelan—who, by the way, had that week been presented with remarkably fine twins—told the story of my little mistakes. 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Although profits ussy not be aa large as on speoolstion, they are more certain. A large advance in wheat expected. Special tele- graphic communication with leading markets. Ad- dress at once, for fnll particulars, the Managing f, EDWABD UsBUEY, LONDON, CANADA. 7* Director, ] JLIfTB©—LADIES TO TAKB OTTB NEW . • Fancy work at their home, in city or country, and earn t 6 to «1» per week, making goods for otir Fall and Winter trada Send 15c . ft* sample and W A d Fall and Winter trade Send l^ particulars. HUDSON MANUi 1 , 365 Sixth A N Xk Avenue, New Xerk, A RARE CHANCE &Alle n .66 < Beade8t.,N.Y., . _ areaaalt- a year selling this for agenta' ngorto ^^Ke^WSWKSSA exact coat of any proposed line of ADVERTISING la American Newspapers. tVldO-pag e Pam- pblet, 16c TOWS
