The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1874-10-20

neck it will adorn, and of bright face that
will smile thank you tor it. In one of the
upper rooms you are shown the dehcate
wax-work flowers, made by the patient fin
gers OF the nuns, which go to adorn many OF
the affairs in the churches; with a sweet, sad
smile the sister places in your button-bnle
tiny bunch, which you pay for, more for the
association and the smile that accompanies
it, than for any love of the adornment. You
are next shown the school-room of the little
girls. For a moment the busy hum OF their
voices is bushed as you enter, and, child
like, one of them whispers. isn't 1t beauti-
ful, !" as she looks at the dress of the lady OF
the party. About the desk of the nun are
gathered the fayorites, and one little golden
haired beauty sits perched upon her desk
well she knows that the tap on the desk
for quiet is not meant for her
for her merry prattle doesn't cease. What
think you, can you now hate the system? or,
do you not rather in your minds pardon
that which for nearly two hundred years has
given to young innocents, to the poor, the
old, the unE rtunate home where Is shed
about them the love ard purity OF lives con-
secrated to the service, and for which the
outward world may well mourn? /, for one,
have deeper love ior the black-robed nuns
VINO fit about our streets on their errands
OF mercy. May their system, while 1t does
this good, never cease.
The drive now takes you by pretty cot
tages, and past green fields clad in their
summer beauty. High up the sides of the
mountain lie the cities of the dead, on
either hand the scenery IS besuti
ful. Now, while about YOU Is
seen no vestige of even farm
house, a something borne on the breeze as
sails our nostrils, simultaneously we sniff
the air; hal beef, sententlosly observes Z Q
lawyer. Spring chicken, my Lowell replies
his wife; tits roast pork, declares their
more western companions; the hoary wretch
on the box murmurs, sausage; but whence
the odor. turn in the road reveals-wbat?
Ye GOdst butchers cart on fire; the driver
whips his horse; anticipations are high;
Tainly strives the boy to stay the incipient
conflagration; our evident interest, plainly
adds to bis enjoyment, for he excitedly
blows his fingers and dances playfully at
intervals; now his horse becomes interested,
and fans the flames by attempting
to run race. Chickens, beef and legs of
ham dance a miniature can-can through the
smoke as we 60 by, and blank looks of dis
appointment are on our faces, for the greasy
cart and the woe-begone look of the victim
of spontaneous combustion are enough to
take away eur appetites for dinner, and for
supper also, if it wasn't so far away Sure
this is very Satan of sJehu that we have for
a driver. for when we think we are on the
high road to happiness and dinner, he stops
his horse and takes us up into high place,
and shows US, not all the kingdoms OF the
earth, but one of the prettiest sights that
the eye of man has seen. Great rivers,
that seem like threads of silver, run
glimmering through the fertile plains; pretty
villages dot the landscape; nesting below
us lies the town; the huge bridge seems but
a thread, and the mighty st. Lawrence but
babbling brook; and far as the eye can
reach in the distance stretch the mountains
hazy blue. Enough, oh, jehu! we cry pee
cavI, take US, Oh, take us to-dinner, aud
he does take US through streets that
seemed named for all the saints in
Chrstendom. and lands us safely at the hotel.
Now comes the infaillble shopping of every
visitor and / am afraid that some of the
purchases are made more like those at an
auction sale, because they are cheap, than
from their utility. However, every one
does it, and why shouldn't you? Attracted
by the rows of nuns entering, you follow in
to the Church ofNotre Dame; huge and barn
like appears the interior of the church,
which is the largest on the continent,
and capable of holding 10000 people, along
the sides, where there are not affairs, are
the copfessionals, with the names of the
confessors above the doors; groups of fair
penitents await their turns outside of those
OF the popular priests, and one close-veiled
figure lifts the curtain and hur-
ries away only to have her
place quickly occupied by another. 90.
wicked, wicked world!' Your sense of the
fitness of things is considerably disturbed
by seeing in one corner decorator at work,
aud evidently as devoted 10 MS art as the
kneelIng figures about him are to the service
that is being performed. The lighted can
dies around the altar form a weird. fasci-
nsting picture, more living and beautiful
than the pictures you see on the walls. You
leave before the close OF the service
with new picture engraven on your
memory of the vast, high edifce.
the officiating priests about the altar. with
its tnsel aud glittering show, the rows of
nuns and kneeling worsnippers, for Ills the
last you see of the strange sights of
Montreal. Tonight you 60 aboard the
boat, and sleep and dream OF what you have
seen and wake to find yourself in -, but
where will reserve until my next.