VOL. I. NO. 6.
LOUISVILLE: SATURDAYS AUGUST 13, 189S.
PRICE FIVE CENTS.
The Laying of the Corner Stone
of the Monument to His
It Will Be (he Figure of a Soldier of
Freedom, Erect and Proud, the
Embodiment of Courage.
The Exercises Will Be Held in Dublin
on Monday A Great Day for
WHAT THE INDEPENDENT SAYS
Monday, August 15, will be a good day
for Ireland. Maybe not for the nritish
Ireland within our Ireland, but it will be
a gladsome day for National Ireland. On
that day there will belaid the foundation
stone of the memorial to Theobald Wolf
Tone, the military genius and hero
martyr of the Irish insurrection. Timid,
unthinking people, people who can not
grasp the moral and lesson of great men's
lives, say that the history of our country
is only a biography of those who
failed, says the Dublin Independent.
Alas, it is the story of succession of great
endeavors failures if you will, but fail
ures that were heroic and epoch-making.
Over the dead bodies of those that failed
we will step dry-shod to victory one of
these days. Thank God it is to the mem
ory of those who died on the scaffold and
in the cell that we do honor today. No
heroes who led conquering armies, but
patriots who in days of dismal crises
stepped out from the ranks of the fearful
and timid, and died so that the lesson of
our nationhood might be read aright, o
that those who followed would learn how
self-sacrifice would hallow defeat and
sanctify the despair of the common peo
ple. Wolfe Tone was no creature of cir
cumstances. He fashioned the opportu
nity, he molded the circumstances; he
laid the train for a holy war; he primed
the piece, and fell dead across the breach.
His entire life was a pure and earnest
struggle against the foregin power that
: had neither Hofer's basis nor Wash
ington's resources, limited though they
were; he had no exchequer, no arms, no
men. Yet he created a revolution that
threatened the sovereignty of E.igland,
and if the winds had not played him
alse in Banlry Hay he would have de
clared the constitution of ati Irish repub
lic from the steps of the capitol. "From
Ireland he was driven to America, from'
America he sailed to France. There, in
a new republic, just feeling its strength,
and trying its wings, he told the story of
his country's wrongs, and by his genius
and persistency secured the help of the
most feared military organization in the
world. He set sail to the shores of the
Isle in the West with the most powerful
military expedition that ever anchored
off our shores. Storms arose, and the
ships were scattered like white sea birds.
Again he labored, and planned, and
plotted, and another mighty fleet of war
ships set sail from the Texel. And at
Camperdown the sun set on the ruin of
his hopes and the destruction of the
Dutch men-of-war who had the grim pur
pose of freeing old Ireland from the cen
ter to the sea. But Tone never wavered.
He set out once again; this time on a
hopeless errand, arid in Lough Swilly he
fought a fight as bravely as did Sir Rich
ard Greville when he fought the little
Revenge against the entire Spanish fleet
off Flores, in the Azores. The last scene
in his life was the saddest of all. After
the mockery of a trial, the dim cell and
death. His whole career waa spent for
Ireland. He told his advisers who begged
of him not to set sail on his laut voyage
that he would go to Ireland if he went
only with a corporal's guard. And
bravely he set out and unflinchingly he
gave his life for the land he loved best.
Not one halting, one turning aside marks
his career. From the very first he fixed
his eyes upon the pilot star and coursed
along. A heroic struggle it was, great in
its infinite effort, terrible in its tragic
sadness. France has her Napoleon, Prus
sia her Frederick, Russia her Peter,
Sweden her Charles. All fought for con
quest, lust of, power urged them forward,
ambition swayed and directed them. But
Ireland has this man Wolfe Tone! Not
a soldier who, like the English Wolf or
Nelson, died supreme in the moment of
victory, but a simple soldier who loved
his country and died ingloriously; one
who was n failure if you estimate men's
work by immediate results, but who was
no failure before God or man if to leave
.an example that will encourage in the
years that are unborn, and if a name to
inspire noble actions and goodly sacrifice
be the work of heroes who mold men's
minds and train a peopled yearnings. So
it will come to pass that this 15th of
August will be a great day for our Ire
land, and a. great day, too, for that Ire
laud beyond the sea, It will be the
manifestation of a national purpose; it
will show," the vigor bf our beliet in our
destiny. The statue to, be erected to Tone
i will be no pensive figure, no symbol in
Ibronae of the sorrows of Erin. It will.be
typical of all that ia combative in oar
It will be the figure of a Soldier of
exact and pood, the eaabodi-
a nation that has borne more sorrows and
suffered more injuries than any other,
The monument to the heroes of 1708
will be erected on the site of the old
The readers of the Kentucky Irish
American will be furnished with a com
plete report of the proceedings and inci
dents attending this great event.
DUBLIN'S LORD MAYOR
Visits the Distressed Districts on the
West Coast of Ireland Will
The Lord Mayor of Dublin, with his
Secretary, Mr. Thomas Kennedy, and
Mr. William Field, M. P., have returned
to Dublin after a week's tour througKth "
distressed districts of the coasts of West
Cork and Kerry. A visit will be paid
immediately to the distressed districts on
the coasts of Mayo and Galway. At the
conclusion of the tour of inspection a
report will be drawn upgivingthe results
of the relief operations, showing the pres
ent state of the affected localities and
offering recommendations for their per
manent improvement. This report when
published, written as it 'will be in thor
oughly impartial spirit and from actual
experience and observation, will be adoci
ument of the first importance. It will
help materially to throw new light on the
economic and social conditions of the
cottiers in the congested districts, and
thereby aid in bringing' about reforms
which are urgently needed. So far as
the coasts of Cork and Kerry are con
cerned, the Lord Mayor and Mr. Field
found the most convincing proof of the
good work done through the agency of
the Mansion House and othei relief com
mittees. The seed potatoes supplied
promise an excellent harvest, and the
spirits of the people are very hopeful.
One thing has been proved by the im
portation of new seed into the localities,
namely that the seed should be periodi
cally changed. It is not necessary that
the seed should be imported from Scot
land, inasmuch as the varieties of soil in
Ireland are so many and so distinct that
an inter-county exchange of seed will
suit all purposes. As a first result of the
visit to the South, Mr. William Field, M.
P., is about to ask a number of questions
in the House of Commons. Those ques
tions will have reference to the suggested
extension of the railway from Kenmare
to Berehaven on one side and Waterville
on the other, the provision of a suitable
dredger for the raising of sea-sand for
farm purposes, the erection of a Technical
of boat-slips aVRhodes and Keifs, a'nu'of
a pier at Renard for the landing of fish.
CUDAHY OUT OF DEBT AND RICH.
John Cudahy has recovered the fortune'
he lost five years ago on the Board of
Trade. He has paid in that time 2,000,
000 in debts. It was in August of J 803
he was caught "long" oh pork, the panic
preventing banks and friends coming to
his assistance. Now he has paid all
claims and is rich again.
When Mr. Cudahy walked out of the
Board of Trade five years ago his tvealthy
brother, Michael, handed him a check
for $100,000, saying; "John, take that
and use it."
John Cadahy has used the money with
remarkable sagacity. The report is that
he is not only out of debt, but making
money by thousands of dollars in Board
of Trade speculation, in the packing
business and transportation enterprises
A prominent broker said of Cudahy's
success: "Cudahy has displayed a com
mercial keenness as rare as it is remark
able. His native resources are practically
inexhausible and his nerve has never
been surpassed in Chicago. He made,
lots of money selling pork short last year
at the time the Montreal syndicate was
supposed to have the product cornered.
He was bullish on wheat during the
Loiter campaign. He made money on
the long side, and then became short to
his large profit."
CROKER'S ATHLETIC TRAINING.
"There are few men of his age who
could have followed Mr. Croker in the
swim he made at Loner Branch on Sun
day afternoon," said a life-time friend of
me lammauy leaaer last week. "De
spite the occasional rumors of ailments
Which he is alleged to have, he is phys
ically the equal of any man of his size
and age in this city. He is built from
the ground up as a muscular manHand he
has never injured his constitution by dis
sipation. He is very moderate in his
uses of stimulants, and, although he
smokes a good deal, his nerves' are un
shaken. His most conspicuous charac
teristics are his coolness and repose. I
have never known him to betray any sign
of nervousness, although there have been
times when he has been burdened with
enough work to swamp two ordinary men.
Mr. Croker's early training in politics
was in tlie davs when no man could be a
ward leader unless he was physically a
good man, atitx If such were the qualifi
cations to-3ay Mr, Croker could still
raa"ke good his claims. The muscles in
his legs and arms are like iron, and ap
parently without any effort on his part
he is always in good athletic training.
The London correspondent of the New
York Tribune says in a recent letter to
that paper: "There is a solid basis of
wlf -interest underneath the good feeling
existing between England and America,"
The remark is not strikingly original.
It has frequently been observed that the
English art not in the habit of waisting
their friendship on people not worth
Coming to America in Numbers
That Beat All Previous
By Thousands Come BrJgbt-Eyed, Rosy
Cheeked Colleens In Quest of
Work and Liberty.
What Emigration Commissioner AlcSwee-
ney Witnessed During a Recent
Visit to Ireland.
SCENES AT THE BARQE OFFICE
In this month more Irish immigrant
girls have landed in New York than in
any other July since 1810.
The Majestic brought over 400 immi
grants last week, half of whom were son
sie Irish girls with cheeks like apples and
lips like cherries, says Edith Sessions
"There,ll Be a Good Day in Ireland Yet."
What is the meaning of this sudden in
flux of immigration from Erin ?
If you ask Commissioner McSweeney
he sighs and shakes his head, and says :
" It's because they can't live in Ireland.
Times are constantly growing worse there.
There is no hope for the Irish peasant.
If you travel in Ireland everywhere you
hear the question, When are you going
" It's not the question, ' Are you going
to America?' but when. And the answer
always is, ' When I've saved enough
money,' or 'When mother dies, or
' When my sister sends over my passage.'
They are always looking forward to it
from their childhood. They expect to
go as much as they expect to go to
"And you wouldn't wonder at their
eagerness if you could see the barren and
desolate Ireland they are leaving.
"Last summer I went to Ireland. I
traveled with a priest who had not been
home for thirty years. I knew him as a
genial fellow, to whom I supposed tears
were unknown. As we drove through the
country toward his boyhood home, what
was my amazement when suddenly he
burst into tears. The sight of desolated
Ireland broke his heart.
" So these young men and women who
see no future in Ireland turn instinctively
from their own loved island of sorrow to
America. And how do they save enough
to come with? Let me tell you a fact.
Six and one-half per cent, of all the pas
sage money of Irish immigrants is fur
nished from this side.
"What do they expect here? Poor
creatures, for one thing they expect to
pick up gold, in the streets. They expect
to improve and rise in the world. Yes,
many of, the girls expect to marry young
mechanics or artisans who have got a
good start in life."
If you ask Agent . Patrick McCool. who
looSta, after these pretty Irish girls as a
shepherd guard hit lamb, who is here,
sincere worker his idty eves flash and
the red in his ruddy OMeks grows deeper
as he says proudly-: jSInsli people love
uoeriy. as uiey are,
and grievous taxation
dened by unjust
fixation that even
the English Tories t!
they come here to
pe it and enjoy
If you ask Father
priests ut the Mission
Rosary, the harbor
ahill, one of the
f, Our Lady of the
girls in New York, h
Will gravely say
"The primary object'Af these girls is to
earn money to send baek to their parents,
perhaps to save theald homestead, to
keep their fathers niidjiiotlicrs in comfort
in their last days." .
And so, whether iniearcli of bread and
gold, or on .the gloriojfe quest for liberty
or the sacred errand tcisave the old home,
these troops of cleaijfeyed, red-cheeked,
honest-hearted lasses wre pouring into the
country this sumnierfln greater numbers
than ever. ij
When the Majestic! landed the immi
grants at the Barge Office last week hun
dreds stood waitingftin lines, eagerly
watching for the fnnftliar faces to come
up the stairway from Uae steamer. Every
sturdy young man ii' frieze jacket and
tweed cap, giasping ma bag as though he
expected to have it&orn from him by
force, every blushing,, shy maid, fright
ened at the throng aid the newness and
strangeness of everything, was anxiously
scanned bv the watc&rs.
Suddenly a cry of & Michael, me lioy,
God bless you 1 " or "Nora, me darlint 1 ''
Strong, red, hard-working hands
grasped the travelers. Brawny arms
snatched them to faithful hearts. Tears
leaped to fond eyes and rained down
longing faces, and everybody else groaned
Annie Ryan, thin, sorrowful, with
hands that showed the marks of ceaseless
toil, was looking earnestly for her little
" Shure, she's only a child. ' I'm wild
wid thinkin' somethin' may have hap
pened her," she was saying to a friend.
The faithful, anxious eyes devoured
every young girl that came up the stairs.
A bright red spot apri
eared on either pale
cheek. The roughe
led, knotted hands
nervously clasped an
At last there can
up the stairs
tyfcical Irish beauty.
Scarcely sixteen, she
was as round and
Her dark, curly
plump as a partridg
hair fell over her
s&ouldcrs. Her eyes
glowed like, stars
d her cheeks were
like the blush, of a
Annie Ryan gave
great dry sob and
caught tier baby si'
er, sue wliotn site
left toddling about t
e old home, to her
breast. 'Oh, acushl;
And everybody in
the crowd murmurei
too, and wiped
their weeping eyes.
A big, stalwart, ruuuy, checkeu young
Irishman stood looking, not at the pretty
girls as they passed, (before him, but at
every old woman. Tin McPartland was
there to find his old mother.
She came at last, a tiny, wrinkled little
old woman, with a bread white cap and
emblazoned all over hi
nut tue wen are
young Irishman was i
ashamed of her
a rap about the
looks. He did not
droll, cap and the awk
a mighty laugh he
the little old
woman clean, off 1
; and held her a
Sweet Nora Sullivan, from County
Down, with hair the color of amber and
cheeks like scarlet satin, shyly conde
scended to tell me a little of herself.
"Yis, ma'am, I've lift brothers an sis
ters in Ireland. I've a good place waitin'
me in New Haven. I'm to sind fur the
others as soon as iver I can. Homesick?
Oh, no ma'am" very bravely "I'm not
after bein homesick. I've fri'nds to meet
me whin I get to New Haven."
Close by, Ellen Dolan, with a face like
a Madonna crowned by a quaint, bell
shaped hat, crouched over her luggage.
She raised her heavily lidded eyes pathet
ically. "It's homesick Oi am, ma'am."
she murmured, and burled her face in
Pretty Maggie Maguire, sweet as a bit
of sweetbriar, modest and shy as a violet,
came timidly along. Her sister was to
meet her, she told the officials.
A flashily dressed woman, with blon
dincd hair and hard face, stood waiting
with n man of sinister features and inso
"There she is," said the woman as she
caught sight of the child.
Rushing to her, she embraced her with
exuberance and introduced her "cousin."
Pretty Maggie's eyes grew larger as she
took in every detail of her supposed sis
ter's appearance. "It's foinc yez arc,"
she said; "but what is it yez have done
to your hair, Rose?"
Rose tossed her head and laughed and
said: "Come, child, you shall look as
fine as I do before long. I've got a splen
did place for you in my cousin's boarding-house.
You won't have to work hard,
and we'll fix you up grand-"
"What cousin is he, Rose?" the little
girl asked. "Oi don't remimber him at
all, at all."
"Of course not, stupid," returned her
sister. "He left Ireland when you were
a baby. Come, make haste now."
The conversation made me uneasy.
Some way I did not like the look of this
pair. I wished somebody would inter
fere. I looked around. Was there no
one? There was some one.
Directly in their path was the imposing
figure of a black-robed Catholic priest.
His usually kindly face had grown
severe. His stem eyes searched the little
group before him. The yellow-haired
woman quailed and dropped her eyes.
"What is your name, child?" said
Father Henry, of the Mission of Our
Lady of the Rosary.
"Maggie Maguire, father," said the
little one, dropping a timid courtsey.
"County Kerry, father."
"She is my sister, father," put in the
woman, glibly. " 1'iff taking her to my
"Oh, you are," said the priest, freez
ing the woman with an icy glance. " The
little one will not go to your cousin's.
Come with me, child."
"You've no business ," stormiy be
gan the woman.
" Take care," said the priest, quietly,
but with warning in his cold voice.
The woman slunk back.
The frightened child was taken to the
shelter of the mission across the park
one more saved by the vigilance of the
good fathers whose special province it is
to look after these innocent wayfarers.
After this dramatic little1 scene I made
myself known to Father Henry.
"That's only one of many," he said, in
answer to my questions. " These poor,
innocent girls would be the prey of de
signing people were we not on hand to
watch over them. But I've something
pleasanter to do now, which, perhaps,
you would like to witness. There is to
be a marriage at the mission. A young
man and his sweetheart have come over
together and leave for Montana this after
noon, and wish to be married before set
So we went over to the mission, and
there, sitting side by side, sheepish and
blushing and blissful, wers Michael Shee
han and Kate Harrington, sweethearts
Nine years ago-Michael came to this
country and went to Butte, Mon., where
he has worked ever since in the mines,
earning his $3.50 per day.
Six weeks ogo he went back to Ireland
to find his boyhood's sweetheart and
bring her over to share his lot.
Michael was red-faced and twinkling
eyed. He flaunted a gay green necktie
and an American flag on his coat, and he
beamed and glowed and glistened with
As for shy, sweet Kate, she could
scarcely speak above a whisper and kept
her syes fastened upon the ground.
" Niver a sweetheart have Oi had bar
rin' Kate," Michael confided to me.
"'Twas her face wur always beyant me
when Oi wurdiggin' away in thim dhurty
ould mines. It's savin' Oi wur from the
first day to go back nfther me Kate.
She's a bit sthrange, ma'am, but she'll
loike it when wance she is there. Thim
mountains is grand, and th' air so foine.
'Tis a dandy place, is Montany."
"Finer than Ireland?"
He moved uneasily, " Oh, no, ma'am,"
he said. "There is no place like the
ould sod, God save it ! "
In the cool, dim chapel of Our Lady of
the Rosary the little romance had its fit
The noble white head of Father Cahill
towered above the Irish lovers as the
stately priest, in long black cassock,
prayed over them and sprinkled holy
water upon them, and made the sign of
the cross in the air above them, and pro
nounced tlieni man and wife.
And then, hand and hand, the Irish
immigrants set their faces toward the
sunset, to begin anew the search for gold
in a strange land where the sun always
But they'll not forget old Ireland, were
it fifty times as fair.
BRAVE COL. BOQAN
Dies at His Home From Ill
ness Contracted While
ied at his
morningCOTHred home from
Cuba a few days agoi greatly debili
tated condition as a result of tlie hard
ships attendant upon the campaign, but
it was thought he would ally. He
showed favorable symptoms until Tues
day morning, when a sudden change oc
curred and lie died a few minutes later.
Col. Bogan was born in Boston and was
educated in the public schools. He en
tered the City Architect's office in 1878,
ane in 1885 was transferred to the public
buildings department and was its Super
intendent when he left for the war.
Col. Bogan began his military career in
1800, enlisting in Company D, Fifth in
fantry, as a private. He was commis
sioned Second Lieutenant in 1871 and
was made Captain in 1872. He was com
missioned Major of the Ninth regiment
in 1882, and in 1802 was appointed In
spector General by Gov. Russell, with
the rank of Colonel. On the death of
Col. Strachan, in 1893, he was .elected to
command the Ninth. He was a member
of the Charitable Irish Society, Mont
gomery Light Guards Veteran Associa
tion and St. Francis de Sales Catholic
Temperance Association He leaves two
After spending ten days in quarantine
on'Egmont Key, Florida, at the entrance
to Tampa bay, Brig. Gen. H. M. Duffield,
of Detroit, and his sou were released
Tuesday and allowed to proceed to Tam
pa. While the General shows the effects
of the climate and the malarial fever
contracted in Cuba, he is now in com
paratively good health, and has started
for home with his son.
RELICS OF BURKE.
Sir Edward Lawson has at his house,
Hall Barn, at Beaconsfield, some very in
teresting relics of Edmund Burke, the
famous Irish statesman, among them the
identical dagger which Burke flung on
the floor of the House of Commons in his
speech on the second reading of the
aliens bill, on December 28, 1702, to tes
tify his abhorrence 'of the principles of
the French revolution. It is a mere toy
dagger, made of wood. It was sent from
France to a manufacturer at Biamingham
with an order for a. large number to be
made like it, and Burke had only re
ceived it the same day from Sir James
Bland Burgess, on his way down to the
House. The celebrated dagger scene
was, like many other historic episodes in
the House of Commons, wholly unpre
meditated. The Earl of Howth and Lady Margaret
Domville, his sister, have arrived at the
Castle Ilovth for the season.' Lord
Howth, who has done, more for sport in
Ireland, than any man of his day, is mak
ing an exhaustive inquiry into the state
of the salmon streets of Ireland,
CARE FOR SAILORS
Father Dougherty Now Superin
tending Their Mission in
Archbishop Corrlgan and OtherPre-'
lates Are Deeply Interested
In the Work.
At No. 173 Christopher street, jus1- cj.
from busy West street, where 'lotigshorfc
men, stockcrs and sailors hang about, is
a little reading room, which is called the . &l
New York Catholic Mission for Sailors $ M
Even in these hot nights the room is
too small to hold those who would come c!
to read the papers and play games and
listen to the Rev. Father Dougherty's
words of inspiring instruction.
Away down in the heart of the sailor
there is a feeling of deep reverence fcr
God. Out on the ocean where the sky
and sea make their only vista, all speak
of the Infinite God, who, like the ocean,
is deep and high and full of mystery,.
This little place, which is too cramped
for its great work, is loved by the boys of
the sea, and when they come ashore they
hasten to meet old friends and fine newv
"We don't obtrude religion upon
them," said Father Dougherty, the su
perintendent recently appointed by A'rcli,
bishop Corngan, to a reporter, "Yet;
we know that they are brOuglitj.Hlider.the
inflence of the religious spirit, as it is
proven by the excellent way ill which
they attend mass in the '.'neighboring
church of St. Veronica.', '. ' ...
The work was found necessarjpat first
by the establishment of reading rOm by'
other denominations. The CatliSlic boys
wanted their own place. ;,;
A committee was at first formed headed
by the Archbishop of New York, the Rev.
M. A. Corrigan, the Rev. Father John J.
Kean,-the Rev. David J. McCormick, the
Rev. I'ather Charles II, Parks,ch:plain
of the San Francisco war ship, the Rev.
Father Chidwick, of the ill-fated Maine,
and the Rev. W. II. I. Heaney, of the
Olympia. These men worked hard amid
many discouragements till at length plans
were formulated and the work was suc
cessfully carried on. N
The room at 178 Christopher street was 1
engaged, 2,000 books of an interesting-
kind were purcltased, tables and chairs,. .
games of every kind are there, dumb
bells, quoits, etc. On Sunday evening
a service is held, singing, prayer and ,
short instruction by the spirituaUlirector,
Father Dougherty. The attendance fills U
y Monday evening a concert is
,-en where the boys of the ships come
and with their own talents they make the
eveiiincr nass delithtfullv. '' 'O
Some time professional talent is en
o i J - .
gaged and the room is crowded, almost to
While I sat talking with Superintend
ent jonn Willie, the boys had tHst eome J
into port, Hail waslied away thit gritnepf
the boat hold, and the stoker, whoscCface
was intended to be clean, betrayed the
occupation which he followed. They;bat
down at the little tables and looked over
the papers or took hold of the "dominos'
and entered into a friendly game.'
Occasionally the priest, Father Dbugh
erty, drops into the reading-rboHL. not as
a minister as niucu as a maatt. The' J
room is open from 12 m. to 10 p. m. eyery
day. The sailors, while they have a"
chance, come in and read or write letters,
and oftentimes to enjoy a quiet smoke.
I watched some of them as they Were
deeply engaged in a game An old'jnaiv
"Old Larry," as they called them, a vet
eran of the late war, was telling thrilling
stories of the war of '01. He is in great J
sympathy with the boys of the sea. He j
comes as soon as the door is opened and J
stays till late. "Boy," he says, ''youl
don't know what war means. I remem
ber in '03" and the boys laugh in
"Monday night we have a goodtime,' J
sua one ot mem, who was playina
checkers. "We haye singing, recitation
and lots of fancy and jig dancing."
This- reading-room in ChristophJ
street, New York, is tlie first center '!
the apostleship of the sea in the lniiel
One hundred and ninety of tlie nien i
the ill-fated Maine were accustomed t4
drop iu this reading-room, and they art'
greatly missed by the boys.
Tlie boys are grateful for the work tha
is being done for them through thfl
"Bethel," and some of tlieni, collected
$100. It has been the means of recalling
hundreds of men to their duty to God "awl
their fellow-men. Many a poor "mother
blesses the day that her soil joined the
Holy League. She can stand, at the dool
and expect him home at the .appoiti
time, and docs not dread a.drunken
or a night of misery. Many a brolj
hearted wife blesses the reading-roon
The men in charge of this readings"
meet every incoming and outgoil
steamer. They welcome and invite.
b,py of the sea, or else they leave upl
the outgoing steamer books and uewsj
pers which -vill brighten their outwal
cruise. May jt coiitTMTtS-U
Most Rev. Dr. Walab, ArchUatui
uuuiui, n iuiu suiijwfroi ine ci
of the National school teachers in
ianu iu UK-jinn a minion oi aouarsecl
grants still unpaid, by the British Go
meut and for the same remuiteratkit
like services as is paid to the Englij
Scotch teachers'. In advocacy oi
claims the Archbuhop wrote le
the subject to the Freetuan's J
of cogent and unanswerable
in favor of the immediate pay
arrears to the National teae
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