The age-herald., 1902-03-30

get to honor the self-abrogation and the heroic work of these seven gentlewomen, who in a corner of a savage new world opened the first school in America for young women. Their ancient nunnery is now a ruin, but another and a fairer rises a little way below the town. Close to where the great brave river sends forth its thicl1-throated murmur 1t stands, set in great bowers encompassed about by oranges trees.
 Old Bernard de Mariguy was one of the most picturesque and interesting of that group of brilliant men who dominated men and matters in old New Orleans. He had imense wealth, and when he laid out his Fanbourg Mariguy he called two of its streets Craps and Bagatelle. This was in honor of the two games of chance over which he lost a fortune.
 In the golden sunshine of a winter day stroll down Chartres and Royal street. The various life of the manytongued. multi-colored people is an endless fasci- nation. Here are the most curious little shops imaginable. wherein all manner of handicraft goes on. In these narrow ways dwell men and women who repair every thing under the sun, and hard by are the priest who patch up souls much the worse for wear.
 The secondhand furniture stores are seen in almost every block, and pathetic
 
 has blighted so many household in this French quarter. The proprietors of these shops look like dusty secondhand shad- ows among their heterogeneous collec- tions; even the children who play "hide and seek in and out of the ears and penates of broken up households have secondhand look. Some beautiful an- tiques are to be found in these shops, for the houses of the opulent Creoles were of rare and costly furnishings They are literally patronized by the rich Northern CTS who visit the city in great numbers during the Mardi Gras season and later winter months.
 At the corner of Bourbon and Orleans streets stands what was once the old Orleans Theatre In the dancing hall at- tached to it used to be given the famous quadroon balls. Over It's beautiful mar be floors have twinkled rapturously the feet of those fatally beautiful feurs du nal. Stop now at the doorway of this old building and ring the bell. Who comes in answer to its summons? The door swings voicelessly open, and there before you stands a Sister of Charity. She is black, and the old Orleans Theatre is now the convent of Notre Dame de Bon Le- courd. The sisterhood 1t shelters are the descendants of free persons of love-.
 Just in the rear of the St. Louis ca thedral Is Pere Antoine's garden, sweet with mespilus. acacia and the olive or charity. Running along one side of the cathedral and going hand in hand with the garden is Pere Antoine's alley. No man in the early days of New Orleans was more beloved than Pere Antoine de Pedella, who for fifty years married, bap- tized, confessed, shrived and buried the people for each side of the cathedral stands a quaint arched building of Span- ish architecture. with dormer windows pricking up from its roof like bats ears Once the place of assembly of the illus trous Cabildo, or the municipal council, these are now quite the most picturesque buildings in New Orleans Opposite them lies the old Place at Arms, now Jackson Square, quiet. beautiful spot filled with semi-tropical plants and quaintly chop ped shrubs. Where now stands the equestrain statue of Jackson, once rose the public gallows, on which pirates and condemned criminals were executed Be- low the square lies the Frech market whose salient features are known to all the world. A visitor learns to wonder at the multitude of good things to be found on New Orleans tables. The fish depart partment alone is enough to make the most heathenish of mortals long for Lent The naturalist finds there subjects for study, and the artist pictures for his brush. The great meat section would tempt a trappist vegetables are innu- merable in variety, and fruits equally so. Game of all kinds is plentiful. Cream cheese, a Southern delicacy, and pure milk are also sold
 There are many shrines to which pill grimages are made. One of the most famous of these shrines is that of St. Roque. Far away in the lower suburbs is an humble cemetery which gives no evidence of occupancy by the wealthy, yet women clad in silks and laces wear fly wend their way to 1t on foot. and off, ten come from long distances, Walk in. Behold the cross-mounted chapel around which clings so lovingly g mantle of