The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1856-08-07

OF wnat immunity and love they are the expires
sion: Not always" looking up from her worl
to MIR; Tiliotson. I" don't of course believ,
that all Catholics are sincere in all their many
forms, any more than believe that all Protest
ants are sincere in their few forms. But We
are not their judges. One, only. is their Judge
the all.seeing, allknowing one, God. They
are In His hands, and there /, for one, am
more than willing to leave them. He is Ger
tainly very msrciful, very forbearing towards
them. de has let them take root and branch,
here on the earth, under the sky that are His
not ours, as Protestants not ours, in any
sense, to the exclusion of one of His creatures
even the vilest that crawls."
our opinion, then, of our duty towards
Catholics is-what is your opinion on this
head, Mrs Hadden ?" Mr.. Tillotson asked
What do you think we ought to do, if we
ought not to be Know Nothings?"
we ought to let them go on, unmolested,
with their own chosen rites and ceremonials,
until the spirit quite goes out of them-of the
rites, mean-and then the rites themselves
will fall We ought to look upon them as men
and women like ourselves, capable Of all the
sociablhues and amenities of everyday life
capable of approaching, as heartily as we do,
these and all the like qualities, when they meet
them in rs. We ought to be kind towards
them, as we are kind towards Others not aim.
ing-hke an archer, at his target-to fix them
fast in Professionalism; but good spirit of
meekness coming out of US, should make them,
in common with others, feel that we love Jesus,
and have been with him. This is the only
way would work upon them, upon their love,
through my own. And it should all be spon-
taneous; my good will and my good action to-
wards them. l would never fla myself for it.,
with my hands folded-as if l felt myself a
saint-on my breast, and my lips drawn into a
quicker, ready to emit, oh, such wondrous words
of goodness and zeal! This is Mrs. Hovsy's
way. She ISLANDERS her neighbors beyond all
mercy. / knOW why it is" addressing herself
first to Mr.. Tillotson, then to Ada; al know
she is bitter and censorious because she has
too much bitter bile in her stomach, poor wo-
man; but this don't alter the fact that she has
very little love and Christian charity in her.
But she tries to convert her Irish girl, Julia
She deplores her errors with upturned eyes and
clasped hands. She began upon her one day
when was in there. Julia said she, wink
ing at me before Julia looked up, but when she
face as Hood would call it. She went on
Julia, you go to mass every time the priest
comes along, don't your yes, ma'am, every
time that can do 'And you confess all of
your sins to him p 'All that / can think of
] do, ma'am, looking up with a face to shame
Mrs. Hovey's low cunning. Is was honest and
pure like dear little baby's face 'Oh, well,
said Mrs. Hovey, gathering herself up to moni
torial stiffness, sud folding her hands snugly
upon Der breast, don't 60 to mass any more
Let mass go. Go to our meeting, our Sab.
bath-school, and - The girl interrupted
her. She couldn't bear another word. Tears
were in her eyes; her voice was all choked up
with tears, and she looked up to Mrs. Hovey,
like poor, tempted, suppliant creature, as she
said, slowly waving her head, And the very
last words my mother said to me, Mrs. Hovey,
when | came out past her at the door in old
Ireland, were, that if didn't 60 to mass and
confess my ssas, should lose my soul; and
wouldn't lose my soul for all the meetings there
be in this town. 1t was worth something to
see such face as yulia's was" Mrs. Hadden
added looking through her tears. 81 wanted
Mrs. Hovey to let the girl alone, and so re-
minded her of what St. Paul said of mans
conscience in connection with eating meat
You remember the passage? But she couldn't
Nth .h.t at abe eEdf1 es she hs
if she didn't do her duty towards the Catho-
lies, they we're in such great error.
"Yes, WELL" said Mr.. Tillotson, rising to 90,
zone can easily guess which is most likely TO
renopnce her error, Mrs. Hovey's Julia or your
Kate"
~ think so. Must you go, Mr.. Tillotso1
When you come again, / will contend less.
Perhaps l will. But this Know Nothingism
does take such hold of me! Have you heard,
by the way, what Esquire Clarkson said when
he came back from Tennessee? He has been
there, yos knoy, to visit the Cavenders."
eyes, l know. But wast haye you refer
ence to?"
HTo what he says upon the influences that
he saw there, of Know Nothingism. plant.
er, who was a dispassionate and very intelli-
gent man, told Esquire Clarkson that he and a
great many others were beginning to find out
how much more efficient emigrant labor is than
slave, and TO employ emigrants more and more
upon their plantations and that, on this very
ground, the institution was falling into the
shade there-grsdually, of course, but surely !;
and it would do every benevolent patriotic
heart good to know that. But now, see how it
is This planter said-and one can see that
he must be right about it-that, Just so far as
this Know Nothingism checks emigration, and
puts emigrant labor at discount, it quickens
Slavery and helps it on. ] tell you, Mr.. Tillot-
son, there is no end to the misehiefs it is do
ing and 1 confess / have no patience with It,"
"And don't blame you a Bit" said Mr.. Til
lotson, good-naturedly. q l shouldn't have, if
I looked upon the matter just as you do"
sound, practical sense"
81 an slow, compared with you, Mrs. Had
den. Perhaps shall get round to where You
are, after while"
"Good 1 greet you so far off"-shaking
hands with him as he was ready to 60. "Stop;
let me 60 to the closet and get some grapes to
send to yopr wife and Mary. You've no idea
how nicely Ours are keeping, packed in the new
way"
"Thank you; but isn't it something to be
ashamed Of that you, With your single acre of
land, treat me and my family to grapes, aspar-
agus, tomatoes, and one thing and another, all
the year round, while /, with my two hundred
acres, can only offer you corn and potatoes
We're going to do better, though, another year.
Mary's head is full of the Paradise she is going
to make of the great garden, another year.
She's going to have grape-vines and roses,
everywhere, believe. You know that great
ledge at the back of our garden, that has been
such an eyesore to me-"
Yes, Mrs, MADDEN knew. She thought it a
rich thing. covered With MOSES of so many
shades. She would give more for it than for
an acre of his best land, if she had Q plenty Of
room for it az be had,
Mary seemed to be Of the same mind, Mr..
Tillotson said, only she wanted grapevine on
one side. Mary used to run over it like kit.
ten, he said. He had seen her and her kitten
or the tip-top of it many time, the kitten with
her back and tail raised little; both of them
standing there, as il the air had IS much to do
as anything in keeping them where they we're.
This was when Mary was eight years old, or
so, and her kitten six months, or so. Now, in
the summertime, both liked to get into its
shade. When Mary was still anywhere, it was
vixen she was sitting, at night, in the shade Of
the old rock,