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SUPPLEMENT TO THE DAILY BULLETIN.
HONOLULU, II. I., "WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 9, 1884.
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"The Woman of the People"
AT THE MUSIC HALL.
TO TUB KD1T011 OF THK SYDXUV
daily Ti:t.Kni(Ai'ii. Sir, Excuse mo
tor trespassing on your valuable
space with so long a story, but n
scries of incidents of such domestic
interest having just come under my
own observation, the lesson that the'
set forth will, I hope, be a suillcicut
extenuation for placing them before
your readers. If I may bo allowed
to adopt something like the style of
novelist, 1 tell the talc thus.
- It was near the hour for closing
the bars in Sydney, and it was Sat
urday night, just the time for the
weekly wages to be wasted in "shout
ing," just the right time; for was
there not the Holy Sabbath, the day
of rest, to follow, so that one could
have a long sleep, and get rid of the
effects of hist night's carouse.
What else was the Sabbath instituted
for?
A woman, j'oiing and but for the
pinched and careworn appearance
pretty, had been seen for some time
past peering in at the various drink
hhops, evidently in search of some
one.
A shout of laughter, and a volley
of oaths, and a besotted wretch was
thrust violently out of one den, and
immediately pounced upon by two
police officers with whom he strug
gled frantically in his drunken mad
ness. A woman's scream, "Oh, sir, let
him go please."
take him home,
quietly with me,
dear?
Useless appeal
"I'm his wife; I'll
You'll come home
George, won't you
than the wife, and the woman stands
at bay. "You'll not dare to touch
his blanket, George. You shall kill
me first."
"Stand aside you fool. I will
have it!" She remains' firm in front
of the sleeping infant in its cradle.
Then the husband degrades his man
hood to the last extreme. He strikes
her strikes the gentle wife whom he
should protect the mother of his
boy. She reels and falls.
The horror of what may result
from this suddenly takes possession
of the wretched man. With a cry of
agony he falls on his knees by her,
"Why George, old man, you look
down in the mouth : out of work still,
eh?" For heaven's sake lend me
the price of a jilass," is the only
nmwer. "Not if I know it; I am
too much your fiiend. Come home
to tea with me and Susan, and we'll
all go to the- theatre afterwards; I'll
treat, and to-morrow just come with
me to the workshop, and I believe
Hie 'boss' will take you on again.
You are a good workman if you'll
only he steady." Off they go to a
cosy tea in a bright, pretty parlour,
made brighter by the cheery voices
of the industrious workman and his
as big. A struggle at the doors, but
they do manage, all three, to get
seated. As the story is unfolded,
George sees much of his own the
happy bride wretched by her hus
band's u insobriety, the home denuded
of all comfort, the child in danger of
perishing, then the heart-rending
episode of the despairing mother plac
ing her infant in the foundling hos
pital, and George groans in anguish,
and oh ! how vigorously he applauds
when ho finds that the drunken
father reforms and rescues his child
and is re-united to his loving wife,
never again to make her suffer.
The drunkard had
assaulted one policeman, and that
nut all chance of release aside.
Gcortre would have a Sabbath in
police cell.
"Fined 10s, or one montn, is tne
decision of the bench on Monday
morning. Then comes the query,
' 'Can j'ou pay the line? George only
looks stupidly around him. An
eager female voice calls to him I'll
get the money, dear, in a little
while."
There is a stir in couit, another
case of drink conies on, another and
another, and by-and-bye, the poor
young wife re-appears with the
"money for George's release, and
linking her arms in his, leads him
away to their dingy tenement. He is
silent and sullen, she tearful but
gentle. "I'm sorry, dear," she
HayS when she usher him into the
room, "but I was obliged to sell
the drawers, the carpet, and the
bedstead to got tho fine."
He speaks at last, "Do you mean
to say that I must lie on the floor?"
"1 I'm afraid so till you've been
in work again for a few weeks."
With an oath he flings himself
down on the mattress, and she is
content to let him lie there. Pre
sently he starts up, "I'm cold, give
me another blanket." "There isn't
another, George, but that in baby's
cradle. Don't you remember? You
sold that big blanket on Saturday."
He rises and goes deliberately to
the cradle, with the evident intention
of stripping his child of its bed
clothes. The mother now is stronger
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calling her by a thousand endearing
epithets and begging her forgiven o?s.
Neighbours flock in, and kind hands
attpnd the injured wife, who slowly
regains consciousness, and then he
rushes out, simply because he fears
to meet her mournful eyes. He
wanders for hours, wondering wether
he hadn't better make a hole in the
water. Then a craving for liquor
besets him, but he has not a coin. Ho
asks for credit in two or three places,
but gets laughed at. Presently a
hand is laid heartily on his shoulder,
and a healthy bright-eyed fellow, with
his basket of tools, hails him,
wife, and the drunkard cannot help
drawing the contrast between this
happy home and the one which his
conduct has ruined. Tea over, a
wash and a brush-up is the next
thing, and Susan puts on her Sun
day bonnet. " What theatre are we
going to?" asked George, "Tho
Gaiet', of course, it will 'do you
more good than anything- or
anybody. They are playingj 'The
Woman of the People. I have been
there three times and could seelit 30.
But hurry up, or we shan't &et in.
Hundreds are turned awayTevery
evening. Pity the theatre isn't) twice
court on a chargo of being drunk
and disorderly. Yours, &c,
It. COTTER.
19G Dowling-strcct, Woolloomooloo-
"God forgive me, and let me take
this lesson to heart," is his prayer.
"How can I thank you, Bob?"
Bob grasps his hand. "Thank me
by amending your ways, old fellow.
Go home and tell your wife your
resolve, and to-morrow you shall be
back at your old bench. I can safely
promise you that."
All this happened only a week ago,
but George's wife already has a smile
upon her face, and I may safely
predict that their little home will be
refurnished by degrees, and that by-and-bye
people will forget that
George ever appeared at a police
DAILY LIFE OF THE POPE.
The Pope, though unseen, still
reigns over subjects more numerous
than those of the Cu'sars were. Hirt
is still the old Rome, with its hoary
atmosphere of antiquity, its tortuous;
streets, frowning walls, and dim
grandeurs. As to the new Rome,
with miles of square blocks of bos:
like houses, broad windy streets ami
rare unfinished spaces, no one could
associate these w itli Papal memories.
The Pope is now 7-i, a tall, thin, ivory
complexioncd man, with a benignant,
expression and smiling lips, beating
the stamp of indelible firmness tho
expression of a man to bend, but.
never to break. Leo XIII. is tall ; he
wears his years well : walks upright,
and thus makes the most of his
inches. His hair is snow-white, and
naturally forms into a crown about,
his highly-developed brow ; his long
face is serene, his small eyes dancing
with intelligence; add to this a
harmonious sonorous voice and :i
wide knowledge of languages, which
he speaks with the correctness of a.
professor. As Archbishop of Perugia,
lie was greatly loved by laity and
clergy ; ami that he loved Perugia is
attested by the number of attendants,
he bi ought with him to Rome. There
is no effort about him ; no straining
for effect. He pronounces no elo
quent bravadoes, like Pius IX., and
commits no blunders. His arc the
arms of diplomacy, the old Papal
weapons, which lie wields like a
veteran ,Svhile he patiently and surely
awaits their action. (Political ami
Jnous, cautions' and linn, the Papacy
under him again becomes one of the
great political institutions of the
world. It is impossible to forget
that the temporal government of
Pope Pius was disastrous, and that,
mounting tho Papal throne in pos
session of all its plenitude, he at his
death had lost every vestige of power.
On the other hand, never did Catho
lic so obediently gather round their
high priest as now. An early riser,
the Pope's first hours are spent in
private prayer. At seven o'clock he
celebrates mass.v At eight he break
fasts upon a cup of chocolate, and
meanwhile reads despatches. At,
nine he receives the Secretary of
State, Cardinal Jacobini, and then
such ecclesiastical perfects and sec
retaries as are in waiting.. At twelve
come princes and ambassadors, and
at one o'clock fellow prayers and :t
most frugal dinner ; a little exercise
is procured b' a visit to the chapels
within the Vatican, and thence to the
garden, to which he is carried through
the long halls of immortal sculpture
in a most daintily constructed sedan
chair lined with white satin. As the
Pope is fond of gardening, it is here
he receives such casual visitors as
are admitted, discoursing to them
often of his shrubs and flowers as a.
refuge from more important and
difficult subjects. Exchange,
To endeavor to work upon the vul
gar with fine senses is like attempt
ing to hcw.a-block of marble with a.
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