The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1878-10-03

AID 20 you've gradualed, Tom, my
boy be said.
Yes, ihs yoaRg man replied, sullenly
With sB hoDora, VI eoarsef
With 20 hoBors. never WAS intended
10 make mark In The world
/ Have yoa chosen your profession y ask
cd Ihe msjor, ebeerily, pretending not 10
see the lads disseminated isee.
/ No. IL does not matter mach what !
do. some fellows have money 10 begin
/ the world with, aud some talent. Bob
Fitch had an aptitude for medicine; his
brother for the law while Joe, there, isa
born mechanic. But have no capital Of
any sort. dOn'I know why God sends
useless people into the world
| The major made no reply. lie saw that
Tom was bitter uuder some college do
| feat II was no tune for serious repfoot
/ lie turned 10 the children, therefore,
who were climbing his knee and bringing
their stools, ia expectation OF story.
An Irish story, please.
A duel, Major, said Jack.
| No, no! Lady Leigh's ghost, pleaded
Mary.
Tut, tut You know my sloek too well.
Let me see. Did ever tell You Of man
who lived in his cofiins
No! On, 20 onl their eyes dilating
with the delight OF new horror,
Il was la 1920, began the major, toast
ing his feet comfortably, that wss sent
on a visit to my uncle, farmer in Coun-
ty Cork was about your age, Jack, a
hearty eater, u good shot, aud great
deal ionder OF fun than OF books.
Ny uncle's house was great, low,
rambling building, with plenty OF win
dows, and big, roaring fires; uutidy aud
comfortable; tull aud running over with
children, dogs and servants. ! was
stunned 1T first with the scale on which
the eating and fun aud frolic went on.
My uncle was only dairy farmer. In
this country he would have felt IL right 10
save every penny for his eleven children.
Bot in Ireland be felt it TO be his duty 10
keep his table illIed with poor friends the
year round.
They're unfortunate, my aunt replied,
when questioned why they were there
Isn't that resson enoughl
la the kitchen IL was just the same way
Besides the cooks, farm hands, laundry
and loom women (for the Indies wov'
their own linen ihen), there was legion
OF old, blind aud deaf retainers cntlerins
up the passages.
! They're not beggars; they're all OF use
said my aunt, plscidly. They earn ihei
bite and sup.
Old Molly, now? she cannot hea
thunder, | suggested.
oh, she sits 10 the sun aud looks atte
the hens
And lame Davy5
Her7he goes for BARN Oeast) twice
/ week, triumphanlly.
! And the idiots, Patsy and Barney
. Why, child, they're innocent! Go
have them in His keeping
My uncle's way of life was that OF hi
neighbors. suppose it was extravsgar
aud foolish; and yet, when ! remembe
s how the poor and helpless were receive
y and fed, as II sent by God, | wondt
sometimes If there were not better wi
dom than economy in it,
There was one young lad in the hou'
= with whom | soon for med friendship
His name was Dick Clancy. lie was
D hard student, and was reading his III
10 nlanitss IN the village school, preparat,
~ TO entering Trinity College at Dublit
Is Clancy n kinsman Of yoursS ! aske
my uncle.
No. lie is what IL called poor schola
When poor lad wishes 10 receive All e'
ucstion, be il taught without charge
any school, and goes from house to houl
: staying at each as long Ms he chooses.
= poor scholar is always welcome. v
Of think Gods blessing goes with hin i'
the love of learning.
We were at supper, remember, wht
be said this. Ii was will stormy nigh
The ground was covered with snow, Al
the wind blew flerceiy from the sea. In
hull of the storm, we heard knocking
the gate.
Run! cried my uncle. Who can
abroad on such night as thisT
When the men nnbarred the door, Q
OF them steppe hastily back.
lie Kit in the coffin, sir!
The snow blew with frighful gust
- TO The ol,en ball, as four men entered,c
rying bier, which they sat down, a
4. then hastily retreated. On the bier re
- ed what seemed to be an open cofiin.
The cloth wSs thrown oa, aud FRI
=. within the coffin 3 mans bead rose up
God be with you sll herel said heal
voice.
God be With you, Kit, replied a doz
nd voices.
yus Who could have turned you out
anch night, lad said my uncle,
81 oh, would come. was al La
ana O'Nelrs aud they were 10th TO see me
and Bat said | am due al the tqnire's !
in rn not dissppoinl him. And ! bad
.rty sAlve for the misthress' barn to brings
isls The wash for throat, Molly. knew ,
Icouldn'l do without me aunudcr day
Thrue for you, Kit. esme IRON bali
- people 10 The room.
Take him 10 The Gre, said my un
ID who was cutting The beet slices OF
Tor his supper.
KH was, found, msp who bad .