Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-11-14

Rejected Montreal Man Mnrrfes His
Sweetheart After SO FEARS.

A Rejected Montreal Man sTnrrfes His
Sweetheart After SO FEARS.
The Montreal Star gives an interesting love
sketch from life. Thirty-six years ago there
lived in that pleasant little town down the river
called Sorel-very little it was then-a youth
and a maiden. The name of the youth was
George Beaupre, the name of the maiden Mary
Ann Pearce. They beionged-to families of mod
crate circumstances. He with the strength and
devotion of honest young manhood, loved this
maiden. and wooed her with that earnestness
which only such q lover can. He was given
every encouragement, was, some say, actually
accepted, was congratulating himself at least
on the smooth courSing of true love when sud
denly rival appeared. and everything for him
turned black. The rival was one Jacob Savage
OF the same town. Pretty soon she and SAVAGE
were married and settled down in the place. and
then young Beaupres hope died out. He tried
10 work on as before. but could not. He closed
up his business, settled up his affairs and
started to the far west toward which so many
adventurous spirits were about that time
shaping their course. From that day to
within few weeks ago he had not
set foot in this part OF Canada. He had
worked hard. saved carefully, prOspered and
lad up property worth at least 500 600
He had never married. He was getting I'D
toward 90 years OF age. Several weeks ago he
took an idea to come back once more to see his
friends. and he started east He searched out
relatives in SOrel and Montreal. but found few
that he remembered. He inquired for the woman
VINO. as "a giri had so many years before thrown
him overheard for a rival. They told him she
was widowed, her husband had been dead MANY
years, she had been living several years in Mon
treai, went to call upon her. met her. and then
He found her getting old, in poor circumstances,
with several children. but that made no differ
ence: he saw only the girl of 80 wears before
On Saturday they were married by his lOrdshp
Bishop fabre, the wealthy bridegroom being
content with no other di@nitary than the highest
in that part of the country. He has bestowed
all the happiness that wealth and affection can
upon his bride and her children and in a short
time they will go To his home in the Black Hills
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Dean Stanley on Children.
Canon Farrar in the Contemporary Review for Noyem-
Ii is impossible to recall or define the charm
which breathed through the Deans annual ser
mons to children on Innocents' Day. 1t cannot be
explained or initiated. 1t depended in no small
degree upOnt the place and the man. The darkol-
ing December afternoon, the chandeliers simply
wreathed with masses of ivy. the dim religious
light Of the choir the beautiful shining faces Of
hundreds Of little children, boys and girls, from
the schoOlboy home for bis holidays to the child
in the nursery; the simple and appropriate music,
the brevty of the service and sermon, the gentle
voice and loving manner and homely words of
the speaker. made up a scene never to be for
gotten, never to be reproduced. Childless him.
self. the Dean loved children with an almost pa
thetic tenderness, and it was delightful to wit
nc3S his manner. when he was speaking to them
or conducting few of them over the Abbey
lie was 1OId of quoting the quaint remarks
which little boys and little girls had sometimes
made to him. Nordid he at all feel that lie was
condescending when he addressed to them such
simple words as these:
forget tn say Your prayers ornin. and evening Never
be ashamed to say tein 1t Will help to be good
not pick up fool II or improper stories Never tell
lie BE very kind to poor dumb animals. Remember
On one occasion he spoke to them Of ''the
Chldren's Psalms;" on another of the Chill
drens Creed" In 1878 he delighted the little
ones with the story of st. Christopher. told as
only he could tell it. In 1877 he preached about
sick children, and illustrated his sermon by
the Heir of Redclyfe; and by the different
effects which club-fOot had produced on
the minds of Byron and of Sir Walter Scott;
and by WOrdswOrths "We are Scyen," and
Moultrie's Three Sons" He was sure to intro
duce into these InnOcents' Day sermons any re-
cent event and anecdote which would interest
his juvenile listeners. In 1875 it was the hero
ism displayed by little Billy Button at the burn
ing of the Goliath In 1876. it was the courage OF
modest little fellow named Hammond Parker in
saving four drowning comrades on board the
EXmOuth. In one sermon he told how he had
come into possession of an Old tattered gram
mar, which had belonged to Adam Sedgwck
when he was a little boy, and how the boys
hand had written on the first page the lines:
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace
To silence curious tongues Be just and fear not.
Can only one who was present ever forget the
broken voice and streaming tears with which he
told the story of two little Scotch boys-Reuben
and Sandie? The story was as follows: Ona cold
winter day gentleman in Edinburgh had, out
of pity. bought box of matches of poor little
shlvering boy, and, as he had no pence, had
given him a shilling, of which the change was to
be brought to his hotel. Hours passed by, and
the boy did not return. Very late in the even
ing mere Child came to the hotel 'Are you
the gentleman that bought the matches frae
Sander" YES" "Weel then. here's fourpence
out o. yer shlin'; Sandie Gamma come. He's
vera ILL., cart ran over him and knocked
him down, and he lost his bonnet and his
matches and yer seyenpence. and bath his
legs are broken, an the doctor says
he'll dee; ard that's a." And then, putting
down the fOurpencP on the table. the poor Child
burst into great sObs $50 fed the little man"
said the narrator. land / went with him to see
Sandie. The twolittle things were living almost
alone: their father and mother were dead. Poor
Sandie was lying on a bundle of shavings. He
knew me as soon as | came in and said: Il got
the change. sir. and was coming back. and then
the cart knocked me down and both my legs
were broken. and Oh! Reuby, little Reuby! !
am sure am dying. and who will take care of
You when | am gone: What will We dO!'
took his hand and said would always take care
of Reuby. He understood me and had lust
strength enough to look up as if to thank me;
the light went out of his blue eyes. In a
moment
He lay within the light of God.
Like y bale ipon the breast,
Where lie wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary "a: rest.
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