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But, for all that, we can't say The Widow Cannon stirred not one much about it, Hughie—we can't say much little bit, lest she should disturb the poor about it. Where would we, an' where boy's slumber—his first for many days would all our neighbors be, but for it?” and nights. But her lips began to move

“ That's right, mother. That's right again in prayer, and a disengaged hand That's what I've always sayed when I to tell the beads. Occasionally her eyes heerd them complainin' again' it, that, were turned up to heaven, but mostly like you, lost their nearest an' dearest be they rested upon the now placid, smiling it. It's ill our comin'l to say a hard word countenance of her poor boy, who slept on. again' the sae. Mother, open the doore.”

“For what, a leanbh? Are you too “ Mother ?” warm, a paisdin ?2

Yis, a mhilis ?1 Is it awake ye are ?" “ No; but I want to see the sae, an' to · Why, was it sleepin' I was, mother hear it. There's a moon, isn't there?” dear?"

“ Yis, Hughie dear; there's a moon, · Ay, sleepin', a mhic dhil.s. A Sweet an' a bright wan, thank God,” his mother sleep." said, going to the door and opening it • There ye are—an' I thinkin' I went wide.

through it all." Mother, are ye too tired to rise me What, darlin'? Was it dhraimin' ye up a wee thrifle in the bed, an’ let me head were?” rest in yer lap, till I see out ?”

* Ay, dhraimin' I suppose it must 'a' “ Tired ? No, no, Hughie. No, no.

been. But I thought-mother!" Aisy, a mhic-gently now. Don't sthress What is it now, a mhic ?" yerself, a paistin mhilis. There now, " Who's callin'?” there now, lay yer head there. Now I hear no wan callin', Hughie dear." can ye see the sae away below thonder “ Listen! Don't ye hear? Hear to (yonder)?”

that! Who's that? What's that?" “ Yis, yis, mother, thank God.

I see

“That? Oh, that's the bar, Hughie it-I see it. The yalla moonlight baitin' dear--that's only the bar ye hear.” down on it has it like flowin' goold. Oh, Is it the bar? Well, mother, as I mother, it's beautiful!"

was sayin', I thought I had got up an' fed “ It is beautiful, a theagair-beautiful!" Johnnie, an' then pulled out the rakin's

The Widow Cannon's house was far up i' the fire, an' made myself a dhrop i’ tay on the Ardaghey hillside, and the sea out in the porringer, an' then harnesshed at Inver bar and beyond was plainly vis- Johnnie, an' yocked him, an' away with ible through the door from the corner in the both of us away to the sthran’, to see which was placed Hughie's bed. A muffled if the boats was in. An' when we got to music, too, could be heard ascending the sthran' there wasn't a boat in yet, nor from the bar.

there wasn't a cadger come upon the Hughie lay quietly gazing, gazing. sthran’ with powny or donkey. An' then

After a while two yawls were plainly I saw it was the moon was shinin' bright seen far out darting athwart the yellow upon the wathers, makin' it look near like path which the laid along the day. There was the big white sthran' waters.

sthretchin' from me to the right an' to the “ The boats,” Hughie said, “are aff, left, with niver another sowl on it but mother, the night.”

meself an' Johnnie, the powny. An' the “Yis, Hughie; they're aff.”

Inver Warren over beyont me; an' the Then Hughie again relapsed into si- Fanaghan banks risin' up black behin' lence, watching and thinking. A smile me; an' the full tide washin'in an' of sweet content, his mother saw with br’akin' in wee ripples that had a dhreamy, gladness, gradually grew upon his coun- sing-song sound, at me feet. tenance and played about his glistening far, far away, away out on the wather, I eyes. And presently, to the sweet murmur could see the yawls an' the boats hard at of the bar, his eyes closed, and he slept. the fishin'. An'all at wanst, mother, while

I was lookin', what does I see but wan ? My little boy. • Off; 1. e., at the fishing grounds.

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particular boat comin' glidin' in swift, me very like some

callin'—very. sthraight along the sort of yalla river that Well, mother, as I was tellin' ye, me father the moon made from where the wathers he says, “We're short of a han’ since we an’ the skies met, right up to my feet; in lost Micky Dinnien, and we can come but along this goolden river I sees the boat poor speed on the fishin' grounds. We comin' faster an' faster, far faster than seen you, Hughie, come down with the any of the boats ever does ; an' it was powny to the sthran', an’ we rowed in, to comin' rowin' right up towards where I take ye aboord. Will ye step in like a was. I seen there was a lady all in white good chile, Hughie, and pull on the bow in the bow i' the boat, an' when it come oar for us? But I minded, mother, how near she was standin' up an' callin' me you promised, an' made me promise, I'd with her finger. An’she looked iver such never take to the fishin' afther what hapa beautiful lady, mother, when they come pened ; so I had to refuse him. “Father,' nearer still. An' when they did come says I, “ I'd like to do as ye ax me, an' nearer, into within wadin' distance, an' take the bow oar. but I can't--I can't. Ye they turned the boat roun’ so that they know,' says I, ' how me poor mother's so faced me, an’ shipped their oars, I knew dead again my ever goin' in wan i’ the every wan was in the boat. An', mother boats; and ye know her poor oul heart dear, who was it but me father was at the it's nigh bruck already ; an' I'll never have helm ! me father himself ! An' James it sayed that I was the manes of br’akin’ an' Pathrick Magroarty was on the afther it out an' out.' 'An’ God bliss ye, me oars! an' Feargal McCue on the second son, for mindin' yer poor mother's wishes bow! Just the very four, mother, that so,' says me father back again. An’ with went down in me father's boat. An' that, mother, who should appear but yourMicky Dinnien, that got saved, his oar it self up on the bank above me, an' ye was lyin' along the thafts with no wan to called down to me : Go with yer father, pull it!

Hughie- go with ye poor father.' I “ But the most curious part of the was ever so glad when I got your laive to thing, mother, was that I wasn't wan bit go, for I was burning to go.

I threw me surprised to see them. Lookin' at them arms roun' Johnnie's neck, an' I called to there, I knew right well—minded right ye, “Mother, come you down an' take well--that they were dhrownded ; but, all Johnnie home, an' don't forget him while the same, I somehow thought they were me an' me father's aff.' The white lady she still alive—ye know, mother, how dhraims was standin' up in the bow of the boat now, does go that way?"

and she was wavin' her hands to me to “ Yis, Hughie; yis, Hughie. 0 God come. “Come, Hughie,' she calls; 'come, rest their souls, Hughie !"

wee Hughie! the tide's laivin', and we'll “ God rest them, mother. Well, as I get sthranded when we should be on the sayed, when the boat come as far as to be fishin' grounds. I waded into the wather near groundin', they swung her round, be immediately an' out to the boat-and I Feargal McCue shewin' on his oar. An' was just almost beside the boat-within a then me father, he rises from the helm, step of it or two, an' the beautiful white an' he says, “ Hughie,' says he, we're short lady had her hands sthretched out, to give of a han' since we lost Micky Dinnien' a help in over the bows, an’ I was (him was saved, mind you, mother) — sthretchin' out my hands tor'st her, when ‘short of a han’,' says he, since we lost there's comes a smooth swell that shook Micky Dinnien,'an'-mother, do ye hear?” an' staggered me where I stood, an' I

What! what! a stoir mo chroidhe ļ1 thought I'd 'a' fallen backwards—but the What is it?"

white lady at that sthretched out further to Who's that callin', mother? Listen! help me, when I wakened ! Now-hear it now!"

• Mother, wasn't that or not a wondher"Hughie, Hughie, a thaisge, that's the ful dhraim ?" bar ye hear again. The noise is risin' “Yis; wondherful it was, Hughiean’ fallin', as ye know it always does. mighty wondherful, me poor fella. It was That's the bar, a paisdin.

a very sthrange, oncommon dhraim. An' “ Is it the bar, mother? It sounds to Micky Dinnien's oar, too, was idle! And · Store of my heart.

they sayin' they'd lost Micky!"


“ That was the very thing, mother, I Och, mother, mother, it's not here I thought strangest of all."

should be lyin’at this time in the mornin'Hughie, we'll say a Pather-an'avvy an' I havin' to go buy me load yet, an' be for the rest of yer father's sowl, an' the as far as Pettigo afore nightfall, an' be sowls of the crew."

goin' up Enniskillen sthreet with the first • Yis, mother, do."

light the morra mornin'. Mother, mother, Then the widow slowly intoned the let me up. Put me on a dhrop i' tay, an' “ Our Father," and Hughie took it up butter me a bit of oat-cake, an' I'll give a fervently at “Give us this day," and the grain i' corn to poor Johnnie. Mother, widow poured forth her soul in the “ Hail why don't ye let me up, I say? The Mary! full of grace,” while poor, wasted, boats is in two hours ago. Look out. emaciated Hughie clasped his hands and There isn't a sign i'wan of them on the with streaming eyes strenuously pleaded a wather !" “Holy Mary, Mother of God;” and both “ Whisht, whisht! Oh, Hughie, a thaisge, then chorused joyously a " Glory be to the whisht an' lie quiet. Don't ye know, Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy a gradh, ye're far through with the sickGhost, Amen."

ness? Oh, Hughie, a paisdin, whisht, “Mother," said Hughie, “I'll sleep." whisht with ye !"

"Sleep then, a chuisle mo chroidhe, Mother, I must be on the market sleep. Thank God," said his mother. pavement of Enniskillen this time the

And ere she had finished the sentence morra mornin'. Mother, why will ye Hughie's eyes had closed, and he was hould me, an' you hearin' them callin'? again asleep. She still held in her lap his Don't ye hear, mother ? Don't ye hear? head, as she had done now for upward Hughie! Hughie! Hughie!Don't of two hours. She bent down and left a ye hear them, mother?” light kiss on his pale brow.

Och, Hughie i'me heart, lie down

quiet. Or what's comin' over ye, Hughie ? “ Mother, is that you, there?”

No, no, Hughie ! ye musn't, ye can't go “Yis, Hughie, a leanbh. Are ye aisy?" for to rise, a leanbh !"

“ Mother, what are ye doin' there? “ Hear to them, mother! Hear to Who's callin', mother ?”

them! * Hughie! Hughie! Hughie!' “ I'm only aisin' yer head, Hughie, Don’t ye hear? Ay! ay! Och, call you holdin' it up-an' restin' meself sittin' from the doore for me, mother-call you, here. There's no wan callin', Hughie. mother dear, for my voice'll not let me That's the bar, ye hear.”

call loud, whatever's come on it. Call " Oh, but there's some wan callin'- "Ay!' mother, an' tell them I'm comin' callin' me, mother, Listen to it !"

as soon as poor Johnnie's fed." Hughie's voice was very low.

Yis, Hughie, a thaisge, yis. If you Hughie, a mhilis, no. It's the bar. lie quiet I'll call to them.” Sure yer own mother knows."

"Mother, what do ye mane? Lie quiet! “ Is it near mornin', mother? What an' the boats in !-an' the light on the time is it?"

sky—an' me havin’ to be goin' up Ennis“It's near mornin', Hugrie. The first killen sthreet this time the morra mornin', sthreaks is on the sky.”

mother !—forty long mile, an'a tiresome “ The first sthreaks on the sky, an' me journey for poor Johnnie. It's a long lyin' here! an’ the boats in! Mother, journey, mother, but—1—must—' what day's this? What's come over me, His poor mother had to force Hughie anyhow, that I've lost the memory o’ what back upon the bed. It didn't take much day it is?”

force, indeed. Then he became quiet, “ This is Monday mornin', Hughie, suddenly. The look of anxiety and una thaisge."

rest slowly passed from his features. His ** An’ the morra's market-day in Ennis two hands closed in a faster clasp upon killen-isn't it, mother ?”

one hand of his mother, which in the “I suppose so, Hughie, I suppose so. struggle he had caught. A smile of sweet But, a thuisge, don't, don't be disthressin' peace settled upon his white, wasted face, yerself about them things."

and the cadger-boy started upon his last Pulse of my heart.



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By Amory H. Bradford ONGREGATIONALISM was the Disciples of Christ. The Episcopalian

Church polity of the Pilgrim and Presbyterian communions have felt

Fathers and of the early days in the influence of Congregationalism, and in New England. At one time in the history many respects are as distinctly independof our country it numbered more adher- ent as the descendants of the Pilgrims ents than any other form of ecclesiastical themselves. government; and at all times it has been One of the claims of those who advoconspicuous for the intelligence of its cate the unity of Christendom on the members, the intellectual strength of its basis of the Chicago-Lambeth Quadrilatleaders, the amount of its gifts for chari- eral is that the Episcopalian body has ties and missions, and in its influence on practically united Congregationalism with the life of the Nation. For a hundred Episcopacy ; while one of the most emi. years after the landing of the Pilgrims it nent officials of the Methodist Episcopal was the dominant Church polity of the Church not many years ago thought it New World. To-day the number who necessary to warn his people against the prefer this form of government is much Congregationalizing tendencies which are larger than those who bear its name. at work in American Methodism. Con

All Baptists are Congregationalists, as sidered as a body whose adherents may are also Unitarians, Universalists, and the be counted, it has a respectable but not the large and rapidly growing body known as first place among modern Protestant com








munions; considered as an atmosphere, cipal Fairbairn. Since that meeting the it is doubtful if any other Christian denom- inroads of death have been many and ination is so pervasive or influential. serious. Drs. Dale and Allon, Professor

The first International Council of Con- Stearns, Principals Reynolds and Neuth, gregationalists was held in London in the Rev. Herber Evans, the inspired

Its President was the late lamented Welshman; Thomas Green, W. F. ClarkRobert W. Dale, D.D., of Birmingham, son, and many others, have entered into England. It is difficult to say positively the larger life. where the suggestion of such a gathering The second Council will meet in Boswas first heard. It was mentioned by Drs. ton beginning September 20. The PresiHannay, of London, and Dexter, of Boston, dent will be the Hon. James B. Angell, at the National Council at St. Louis. It LL.D., President of Michigan Universeems to have assumed a more definite sity, and the preacher will be the Rev. form at a meet

A. M. Fairbairn, ing of Australian

D.D., Principal Congregational

of Mansfield Colists some time

lege, at Oxford, later. It

England. The surely advocated

officers are in Canada. Per

lected by the haps the feeling

Committee that the time

Arrangements. had arrived for

At the last meetworld-wide

ing of the Counoperation

cil the President atmospheric and

was an Englishsimultaneous.

man and the At the meeting

preacher in London, in

American. The 1891, delegates

Committee to the number of

the Programme three hundred

for the approachwere in attend

ing gathering is ance; one hun

constituted dred from the

follows: the Rev. British Islands,

Drs. G. A. Gorhundred

don, A. E. Dunfroin the United

ning, Arthur LitStates, and one

tle, and H. A. hundred from

Hazen, of Bosthe rest of the

ton; P. S. Moxworld. That first

om, of Springgathering

field, and Amory memorable in many ways.

H. Bradiord, of Montclair. The Council presented were of enduring value. The will number four hundred, of whom two consecrated scholarship of the denomina- hundred will be from the United States. tion was well represented. Among the No business will be transacted except a memorable papers and addresses were little that may have reference to its own those of the President, Dr. Dale, on “The perpetuation. The sessions will be enDivine Life in Man ;” that of the late tirely occupied with the presentation of Professor Stearns, of Bangor, Me., on papers on the great practical and specu“ The Outlook in Theology ;". the ser lative subjects which have relation to the mon by Dr. Goodwin, of Chicago, which religious life of the individual and to the was especially remarkable for its ultra- kingdom of God. After the delivery of Calvinism; the closing addresses by Drs. the prepared addresses there will be opW. E. Griffis and Joseph Parker, and the portunity for discussion of nearly all the various speeches and addresses of Prin- subjects by the members of the Council.







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