St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1880-02-13

not have founded the Herald, but 1t Is
question whether even his father
could have conducted it better along
the peculiar course it has followed since
its foundation.
Charles C. Waite, founder of the Bre-
WORT House, hotel much patronized
by aristocratic visiting Englishmen,
who also held a large interest IN the
magnificent Windsor hotel, is dead.
He was, although by no means poll
tician, a prominent member of the I'm
ion League Club and of several very
'toneyn and scientific societies and will
be missed. Another celebrity of re-
firing disposition has passed away at
the ripe age of 80 years, namely, the
genial William Cooper, brother to good
old DIR. Peter Cooper, and scarcely sec
Ond to him in the performance OF good
deeds. He was a very wealthy man and
connected with many of our most lnt1u-
entail financial institutions, besides de-
veloping taste for gentlemanly sports,
which he kept up to the last. He was
good judge of fine horse, and Com
modore of the Atlantic Yacth Club for
another thing, where l was first intro
duced to him three years ago, and got
warmly trOunced at billiards by the
veteran. The members turned out in
strong force, in many cases, at cOnsid-
cradle personal Inconvenience, to at
tend his funeral. He was born in a
farm house which stood within a few
feet of the office | am writing this letter
in.
An agitation is going on among the
Irish societies, which will probably re-
suit in the omission this year of the fla
nous st. Patrick's Day parade, and
sending the money which it would have
cost to aid the suffering poor of Ireland.
1t is thought better not to "drown
the shamrock" in the customary way,
with whiskey, while it is now drowned
ia its native land with tears. With all
their faults, the Irish are warm-hearted
and charity is a passion with them. If
the parade were always omitted hence
forward and forever, and the Orange
celebration on July 10Th as well, peo-
pie generally would be better pleased.
We shall miss, but not regret the Won
drous hats of the professionals.
read the other day in the American
Exporter a letter from Australia, re-
porting the remarkable success attend
buC vi w
at the Sydney Exposition, recalling the
sensation among foreigners about them
at our own Centennial. Their pOpulari-
ty here seems to be daily on the in
crease with nine out of ten intelligent
people.
Money and melody, stocks and silks,
j0stle each other in friendly and fash
ionable manner at a ladies' stock eX
change up town, where the fair dab
blers in the wares of. Wall street are
aided by a young and lovely guide,
philosopher and friend to make their
Investments. While they watch the
tapes they can chat on dressmaking and
babies, and when the agony is over with
business hours, they can console them
selves for their losses, or sweetly con-
slider their winnings while enjoying a
bountiful and elegant free lunch. A
superb parlOr organ tempts skillful fin
gers to pour out dulcet strains of music,
and they have real jolly, sociable
time of it. 1t is decidedly pleasanter
arrangement than the unscrupulously
conducted "bucket shops" which fleece
the unwary, and which, by the way,
the Stock Exchange authorities have
vowed to suppress and commenced a
formidable attack on.
Two cOlored gentlemen of eccentric
habits and some nOtoriety have just
shutf1ed off this mortal coil. One who
lived till ninety was known as "Pop
Hunt" and accumulated a large prop
erty in real estate and otherwise. He
was more or less fortunate in his loves
and his successive wives were invaria-
hi ruhita 10 nd
denied himself everything but the bar
est necessaries of life. Perhaps the
severe regimen they had to share with
him, was the cause of the mortality
among the companions of his couch and
conscience. The other old gentleman
was not so thrifty, and was eternally
sent to prison for vagrancy and petty
Otfenses. His skill as Il Whitewater
was recognized as something artistic
and extraordinary, and his voice was
powerful. His last words were breathed
in music as he chanted a hymn and
waved his kalsomining brush in cell
in the city prison.
Lent is approaching fast, and the
final gaieties of the season are crowding
together. The Liederkranz Ball, which
is the great social event in the German
fashionable world, long looked for and
looked back to with fond memories, has
come and gone, and among other signs
of the day, the glories of the Theatre
COmique, Harrigan and Harris estab-
lishment for the cure of the blues are
about to be temporarily dimmed. Their
Mulligan Guard Christmas, which has
made more sides ache than perhaps
anything they ever before produced, is
to be withdrawn, and another attrac-
ton about which profound secrecy is at
present observed, is promised.
RADIX.