The examiner., 1885-06-13

Reform school on Tuesday for the offense
 Annie M. Fenn, wife of Attorney E. J l Fenn, died at her residence, 29 South Mair
 St., June 4th., after four days severe sick
 ness. Mrs. Fenn was born in Birmingham
 Eng, Jan. 12, 1861, and was the youngest | daughter of the late John Cooke, a draper | She was educated as a teacher, and taught
 five years in the public schools of Birming- ham, prior to her visit to this country,
 three years ago, when she met, and mar ried MT. F. in the following fall. Her
 death wat sudden, and great surprise to
 her many new-made friends. Hundreds
 called to the house and at the memorial
 chapel to pay their last respects to the de,
 ceased. The day that Mrs. F. died let
 ter from her mother told of a loss at home by fire of their large mill, with machinery, tools, and two houses, all uninsured. The
 widowed mother, it would seem, is having
 her share of affiiction now to be augmented
 when she hears of her daughters sudden
 death, while hoping to make 8 surprise
 visit home this autumn.
 Tutor Hadley's appointment as labor com
 missioner creates much comment from in
 telligent workingmen here. He is said to
 be a clever young man, if not very hand
 some, and doubtless has some theoretical
 knowledge of labors rights and wrongs.
 Still we don't believe he ever earned dol lar in his life at manual toll, nor do we be- lieve Yale College, with it's free trade doc tr1nes, to feel any friendly inclinations for the poor oppressed wage earners of the State.
 Sewers, churches, and other large con- tracts seem to go out of town to contrac- tors who will employ Italians, Chinese, and other cheap labor, while our own mechan- lcs, who must pay the piper, must go with out work. Isn't it about time for poor tax payers to wake up?
 The state of Connecticut having sold it's three per cent bonds at premium the other day, why should the laboring man of Waterbury have to pay six per cent mort gage on their houses, when the security is from two to five fold the ammouut loaned? Is not mortgage absolute proof against loss if carefully drawn. Four, or at the most, four and half per cent is all that should be paid to the money kings.
 Bless us, how the city's money is wasted. At the last meeting of the finance commit tee $25 was voted for cutting down two elm trees on Bank street, $25 for moving the stone crusher, retail price paid for Tagging, curb and cap stone for street and sewer de- partment, and !$f, 800 for concreting over the walks on the park. The city fathers don't seem to care how fast the treasury is depleted.
 The other day. walking through Bank street, we ran against honest Deacon L. s. Bronson, who was in brown study. The lines on his forehead were deeply corrugat- ed and yet his mood was not unpleasant for a smile rippled oyer his features as I re- cited to him verse 15 in chap. 14 of Paul's eDistle to the Romans, which the Rev. Dr. Anderson made use of when he laid aside that never to- be- forgotten book mark. Have you got copy of the revised edition about you. said the Deacon admitted that had not, but offered to procure him one within an hour. No, no matter, said he, waving his hand merely wanted to assure myself as to the truth of the rumor that the assembled wisdom of the divines had abolished hell altogether. Can you tell me? l suggested my memory might be as short as the man who stood on box to en- ter his pantry window to remove his watch and pocket book. And there is no hell? he inquired, a triie nervously as it seemed. None, l returned sadly; the bottom has fallen out of the dear old fire and birthstone theory; they have substituted the word
 SAcOI WHICH n0anS SlLnply the grave. What the preachers will do about it is quite uncertain just yet, but how does it concern so good and virtuous citizen as yourself l inquired. An! he exclaimed, heaving a sigh, if you were sixty five years old, and spent forty of it in rearing large family, and building up lucrative grocery busi- ness, as I've done, you would be glad of the abolition of he'll yourself. There ain't prosperous cod-fsh man in tho nation that isn't glad of it, although he may prefer to say nothing. I tell you, hell was awfully hard on us while it lasted; so now it is gone eh? We'll, welll ''Shoal, ,"-um, that sounds a good deal better. Have some brandy be- fore you cross the street; plenty of it in- side? Hold! there comes our prosecuting agent. l have my doubts whether the pull pit will take kindly to sheol as substitute for the pit of punishment; but as quaffed my enlivener thought the general impres- sion, even in those liberal days, would be that the poet, Burns, was right when he wrote, Ut takes hell and hangmans rope to keep the gilt edge butter tub in order when it stays in dark cellar.
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