Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1879-05-18
FORTNIGHT IN IRELAND. !"
KCMBKR FOUR.

miliar all changed now; a breakfaat of NUT
ton chops, bacon and eggs, at the " Cloth
Workers Arms" and a ride III a juantlng
car Of six miles through drenching rain, aid
| stood once more upon the tiled floor OF the
old church where [ was baptized, and gazed
upon the old pulpit, with its sounding board,
and precentors desk beneath; all of which
used to be clothed with such an awe and sol
emnity, when my legs We're too short to reach
the floor, and | was compelled to sit on that
hard seat for three long hours my poor feet
swollen from suspended circulation, and cold
from draught, and the absence of fires; and
looked from the high, diamond paned win
dow at the end of our old pew, upon the graves
of my kindred, among the rest, favorite Sis
ter; and recalled the day when forty or fifty
boys and girls were permitted to leave the
school house just across the road, to see the
first burial in that church yard, now so thickly
strewn with graves; the names on every stone,
familiar to me, and nearly every tenant of
those 60 marrow cells known to me; some
schoomates, some as matured men and w"-
men, and some i'll dacrepit old age; aud there
the wanderings of fifty years by flood and
field, over the bosom of broad seas, among the
great lakes and forests of the cas-, and up and
down the broad valleys of California, and the
barren hills and alkai plains of Nevada, aud
the great changes | had Witnessed during al;
that nomtdic life 1t Mas somewhat difficult
to realize that | had grAvl5ated back to those
early scenes; so changed, and SO different
from the picture photographed upon memory,
Bat there was, sure enough, and | was able
to look upon that conyregati N, and from well
remembered features, pick out one family af
ter another, till | almost imagined myself
back in childhood but when | looked up to
that high pulpit, and instead of the CHEEKY
face, and sparkling eye of my old pastor and
preceptor found ruddy faced, and whis-
kered Scotchman, whose broad dialect was
echoing through the high rooted building with
what he would have called So dirl, and the
precentors desk empty, and the occupants of
one elevated pew, who used to interest me,
all gone, and in their place, a red faced land
agent with some overdressed, vulgar looking
women, | felt as did the prophet when he
exclaimed g How are the mighty fallen p
The old custom is still kept up in the rural
churches. Service begins at eleven, and at
one the congregation " scales;' /. e., the
paeacher takes rest, and the people wander
out to eat a lunch, or gossip together
over the sermon and the audience for an hour;
''For some are thinking on their sins, an
some upon their claes," and reassemble at two
for another dose. In old time, Wattherd
McCook kept a tavern just outside the ''park,
and there the young folks sometimes wandered
to drink their beer on the sly with the girls.
None of the Tam O'Brien tribe, whom Kate &C
cused,
can cen at the Lords house on Sunday,
Tnoust drank wiz hirkton Jean ill Monday
There were none of that class there; but
simple country fellows, and bu1om girls, who
in the exuberance of their spirits, relaxing
while in each others company, were wont to
give 1.-The feck" of at least the fourth command |
nent, "a screed" now and then. Watthers Nc
Cook sleeps with his fathers, these many years |
tiIO Ills OlO uOStSIlC AO IOliSSA cAiStS. ilC AlC
park belonging to the church, is ploughed up |
and waving grain takes the F lace of the hearty
groups, who used to squat in knots on it's
Eelvety sward, and discuss the morning dds
,oorse," and neat ''manse' is built by the
church, where the Scotch pastor resides, and
With whom l dined on that rainy Sabbath in
1871. [ played on the green before he was
porn, and wentevery Saturday to be catechised
~ my old pastor-Bryco- that little brick
session room built out from the church, and
low used as tool house by the sexton. In
hat room | took my first lesson in music; in
hat old church | was baptized; there my
ather was elder and his father too, and that
louble pew at the west of the pulpit was for
ONE generations, and is to-day the ''sitting"
# the family of BLUCHER.
SAVE HM-We remember having read, in
letter from d tourist, description of the
difficulty of shooting the rapids and the slow
rocess of polling up stream again. Two Of
he settlers undertook to dispense with the
sual boatment, the boat was upset, and the
wo adventurers were swept rapidly down the
iver. A tall, gaunt shop keeper ran down to
he pier, crying: ''Save the red-headed one
'or booynn'S oal-a cava tho ono with ba rad |