Morning journal and courier., 1890-06-16

bath, and we pitied her in vague sort of way. Why, Sundays with us were dreadful; we had to go to church and sis through with his sixthlys, his lastlys and conclusions, which we never understood any mora than If it had been foreign lan- guage. Then came the Sunday school, when service, which was more tedious than the one of the morning, we were 50 very tired. Then @ long twilight and evening followed, and we did not know what to do with ourselves; true we had our Sunday. .sch hoel books to read, but they were about very good little girls, who at the end always died and went to heaven, and that made us very sad indeed.
 Sometimes our good aunt and uncle, the worthy deacon and wife, would come In and sing with father and mother the old hymns they sang long ego, when they were young and sang in the choir in the old unpainted "mesting house," in the days before stoves were even thought of; when the people used to come to "meeting'' and bring foot stoves filled with glowing coals, to keep themselves warm. It was the sweetest and the sadest music I think ever heard. Hymn after clear, beautiful voice, singing "counter, {" until the tears would start, and would go to bed and cry myself to sleep out of self pity, It WAS 80 lonely.
 For many long years that dear quartette have besn singing the songs Of the Redeener in the new Jerusalem.
 We were so glad when Monday morning came and we could romp> and play to our hearts, content. What good times we used to have when VIC wsns to school in the little red school house that stood on @ bit of land at the junction of three roads! Strange tni- tials and queer hieroglyphics were cut in the | uoo hot mo fhFnA sides of tho room, and curious paper wads adorned the walls. In the center stood a ! long box stove, around which VIC clustered l frosty mornings to receive it's grateful warmth. After school was dismissed what 1 racing and remping we had as with sunbon- l nets hanging ct our backs we ran panting and breathless to our goal!
 Out of the mists of years one girl comee wildly before me, the leader of all our frol- 1 ic5; she was our champion; could run faster, and climb taller trees than the rest of us. She was very smart, with such wonderful memory. Her lessons were always perfectly recited, although she was never seen to study Perched on the top of the highest wood pill
 with us, her willing subjects seated modestly at the foot, she would charm us for hour
 with the stories she told, some of them I dc not doubt originating in her own brain. | Another of the girls was the biggest dunct
  l long words in our reading lesson, and how l good natured she was when we laughed, a 1 we always did. The earliest and most de
 licious bow apples, and the largest gillyfowers l che brought for our delectation.
 I The there was the dignifed girl, who neve
 ran or romped; whose hair was alway
 smooth and shining; her dress, also, wa
 immaculate. She was near-sighted and wor' 1 spectacles, which we thought was the caus' l of her great dignity.
 Oh! those halcyon, golden days of child l hood, gone forever; but the memory of that l delightful time shall be ever fresh and green Our wise mothers knew what they wert 1 doing; they knew that we, restless littl' l creatures that we were required freedom ans exercise: that our muscles were being de .veloped and our bodies growing shapely, ant
 that we were laying the foundation of healtl
 and strength for the coming years.
 The city school girl, 30 pale and quiet, car
 never know the pure delight that the health!
 fun-loving country girl enjoys. They would
 not understand it, and perhaps would turl away in disgust from the sun-burnet | creatures. RACHEL ROGERS.