The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-10-31
THE PROUD CHILDREN.


A little boy and girl were once seated on
sb s dresses. See" said the boy, what
abeautiful new hat have got and what a
Sne blue Jacket and trousers; ana What
nice new pair of shoes. 1t is not every
one who is dressed as finely as L am.
Indeed, SIR" said the little girl,
have on a silk hat and pelisse, ana nue.
feather in my hat. know. that my Dress
cost a great deal of money, Tho how
"Not SO much as miho 'AN W.
81 know" y,.ia tho caterni,ler.
o,.L1ing near the hedge, you have neither
of Won any reason to be proud OF your
clothes; for they are only second-hand,
and have all been worn by some creature
or other, of which you think put meaniy'
before they were put upon you. Why,
that silk hat first wrapped up such worm
as am o.. .h.+ ~
'" "And :t6e feather exclaimed bird
perched upon q tree, was stolen from OF
east off by one of my race"
"What do you say to that, mise J" re-
,.sted the boy. swell, my clothes were
were neither worn by birds nor worms"
"True, said a sheep grazing close ny,
q of nv family before they were yours; and
s and az for the hat, know that the beavers
HaHe snnnlied the fur for that article and
NV friends the calves and oxen In that
field were killed, not merely to get their
4 Aesh to eat, but also to get their SKID 10
make your Shoes"
clothes, since we are indebted to the mean
est creatures for them; and even then we
u could not use them if God did not give US
wisdom to contrive the best way OF max
ing them fit to wear, and the means OF pro-
curing them for your comfort.
ONT OF STRAIGHTFORWARD ON FACT.
Jessie Mcdonald was hard at ,: WORK Eat at
the washtub, one day, when her little son
Fergus came rushing into the room, crylng
as II his heart would break.
nDaddy'll die up there" he sobbed
"they can't get him down."
WEie! up where ." exclaimed Jessie,
wringing the soap of her nands ana "lp-
ing them in her apron.
Ron the top of the factory chimney /; the
rome has slipped down, and they can't get
mn another, and the ladders are all too
short" l.,
the foot of the new factory chimney, round
which a crowd of workmen were gathered
in loud discussion. On the top of the
chimney stood Angus Mcdonald, lar oe-
4 yond the reach of help, to all appearance
4 When the staging was taken down. ne; tne
most skillful of the workmeD, had been
j left to do some last bit of work. By
strange accident the rope by which he was
to let himself down had slipped and fallen
where it lay in heap.
Jessie covered her eyes with her hands
HLord help me !" che prayed from the
depths of her anxious heart. A sudden
thought came as the answer to her prayer
Angus" she called, unravel your
stocking, man, and tie a bit of mortar tc
the yarn, and let it down to me-"
Off came one Of Angus blue socks, knit
of kho hoe of Il
self. He raveled it out, tied on the NOR
tar and let it down to the ground.
Meanwhile Jessie had sent for ball o
stout Irvine. The end of the Irvine she tiec
to the end of the yarn.
CHOW, draw the yarn up slowly" sh'
said. Angus followed her directions, ant
as the yarn went higher and higher, sh
let out more and more twine from the bal
in her hands. What steady hands the.
were! no tangling of the Irvine or droppin
of the ball. If she had been unroliing
clothes line, she could not have done
more quietly. At last, Angus called out
"All right I've got the twine; now, wha
are you going to DO 2"
cite on the rope" called Jessie.
There was not sound among the crowd
YOU could have heard pin drop as, wit
breathless interest, they watched jessie
her work.
She tied the rope and the Irvine togethe
as firmly as any sailor could have done
higher, higher, until Angus called ou
"All right, I've got the rope; stand froI
under!"
He secured the rope, came down han
over hand, and-ahi one can't tell aoou
such things OThe workmen cried Xix
children, and pressed round Angus an
Jessie with words of praise and affection
Then some one wiser than the rest sale
" Let them go home alone" Aud in th
little kitchen the husband and wife an
child knelt, and thanked God that the
hearth was not made desolate!
Old landmarks in Paris are giving wa
one by one. Many of the picturesque fei
lures of the Quartier Latin have bee