The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1897-01-01


lovable girl is not forgotten, Perhaps
she was not setting an example (2on-
sciously) by means of her pretty hat,
Leastways it was an example, even !f
expressing only the personal liking OF
its owner of simple adornments. 1t
was pleasant to believe that she had
excluded birds and plumage from htr
decorations for a moral purpose. The
car was full of feathers and of birds
not one alive to tell the story
A shop girl once talked with the wri-
ter upon this subject. She said that
when she was formerly in milliner's
establishment her articles of sale were
the dead birds. One. day a lady GUS
toner took her greatly to task for the
cruelty. She had never before heard
about it. 1t was not exactly the way
to touch heart to tenderness. But
the lady had sat, every Sunday, be-
hind so many dead birds that she could
not close her eyes in prayer nor wor-
ship property" The sale of other
goods is now the girls employment.
She sells books, among which is Beau
tiful Joe" the charming story for chill
dren (no less for older readers.) Dear
Joe has influenced many a heart among
humanity Indeed, he himself says:
II love human beings. / love to have
them talk to me-" Joe speaks for the
birds, moreover.
The girl or woman that wears cir
clet of birds about the crown Of her
hat resembles the masculine plunderer
with the birds hooked to the belt
around his waist, himself a brigand in
appearance. One masculine writer has
likened the Woman's bird-beset hat to
a walking graveyard
In the millinery shops are numerous
varieties of birds. besides the separa-
ted wings and feathers. One has but
to examine to prove the sacrifice in it's
enormity. The shops. look like slaugh-
ter-houses rather than realms of fancy
Not alone the banlshing from the land
the beautiful birds of song, the CHEEKY
messengers of life that have their
rights as well as have human beings
theirs, but the shameless manner of
hurting and killing is a fragrant sin at
the door of every human family which
does not take thought alpu part in the
matter when cognizant. The more
beautiful the bird the worse is the cru
city practiced upon it, such as strip
ping it of it's wings and throwing it
down to die-the handsome wings to be
Haunted on milliner's hat. Too an
gushing to hear have some women
deemed the cruelties to the bird race.
And still they wear the plumage with
out the least conjunction. 1t is re-
| lief to remember other women, who at
"a hoo, ,,,r Go. a, R,.e.H
time the dreadful ravages, took off
their hats, removing wings and aig
rettes.
No truly Christ-like mind will shrink
from knowing, for sake of active inter-
est required The hideous crime should
| be abolished that brands the name of
won1ankind. If any are so ignorant as
not to believe the extent of the wicked
ness perpetrated by the other sex for
| the demand of women, let them learn
| in due season, thus deserving the name
| of disciples of the pure Jesus, who
scorned not one of the dumb creatures
in his heavenly Fathers creation. He
| it was who said, Not sparrow fail
eth. etc." and do you think that the
Fathers notice" is without reproof to
| the human heart?
Surely God knows the way in which
the bird falls. He marks the needless
suffering caused He knows the hui
man heart, it's capabilities of carrying
| out his law of love. Does not worship
| consist in fulfilling all of human capa-
! bilities with ever increasing knowl-
edge? Or does the religious edifice mo-
nopolize the duty of the worshippnS
spirit? Here is 6. metrical call to mer-
cy, whose signature it would be good to
| know
Just in front of my pew sits a maiden,
J A little brown wing ON her hat,
| With it's touches of tropical azure,
| And the sheen of the sun upon that.
Through the bloom colored pane shines
a glory
By which the vast shadows are stirred
But pine for the spirit and splendor
That painted the wing of the bird.
'The organ rolls down its great an
them
With the soul of a song it is blent
But, for me- l am sick for the singing
OF one little life that is spent.
The voice of the curate is gentle:
| No sparrow shall fall to the. ground,
But the poor broken wing on the hon
net
Is hooking the mereiful sound"
| ELLA ANTOINFTTTE HOTCHKTSS.