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As a final mark of respect, bright and early in the morning, the coffin was hoisted oo changing off as the miles slowly went} by, bore it at long last, and by the| longest route, to its grave up the! steep boreen at Centreville. Most} willingly did the whole countryside augment the toils of their tired | bodies by trailing and straggling | after the bier, wailing and chanting their griefs. — During the wake, a tall young girl had sung us a keen of the Croppey Boy in the time of The Troubles, which brought tears to every’ eye. The deep hood of her dark-blue cloth cloak flung back on her shoulders bared the raven-black hair of a Munster peasant girl. She sobbed the boy’s farewell to his old mother as he told her: “At the pele, of Ross did my father fall. At Gorrie, my loving brothers all. I’m going to Wexford to take their place _ To free my nation and my race.” Then, soft and low, she followed ‘the tramp of his brogues to the church to make his confession to the holy father. The tune seemed to take the natural gait of its subject: The boy, he entered the empty hall, _ What a dismal sound makes his light footfall! In a silent chamber, dull and bare, Sat a vested priest in a lonely chair. ’ The youth, he knelt to tell his sins, At Confiteor Deo, the youth begins, At Mea Culpa he struck his breast, - In broken murmurs, he tells the rest. “TI have no hatred against things, my country above my king. So bless me, father, and let me go To die if God has ordained it so.” The priest said naught... With sparkling eye, the youth looked living up. The robes fell off, and in scarlet there Sat a yeoman captain in a fiery glare. Her yoice rose in a wail as the keener told of the heavy-booted sol- diers dragging the youth from the altar to be hanged and quartered. A dirge like that was as a tuning fork in my youth to strike the true note of Irish feeling. In the heart of every Celt whose bare feet had trod on Irish soil there was a hatred of English rule—not of England herself, mark you, nor of the English people —but a black-hearted hatred of Eng- lish rule in Ireland so sizzling hot that it scalded the blood streams. The causes of Ireland’s bitterness and woes may be arguable, of course; but not with any profit by men of Irish blood whose emotions have been aroused. Nothing then is, but feel- ings makes it so. (Holy, jumping, suffering cats!—old John Trueman would say to that.) In my hoyhood days, every emigrant ship brought to Canada the seeds of poisonous, PIMPLES ¥ Add an equal amount of cream, or sweet oil, to Min- ard’s, apply the mixture . A simp ment w 26 Clear ancient strifes; and it is the merciful providence of God that such wicked- ness and bigotry failed to thrive long in the sweet, virgin soil-of the most tolerant country in the world. But in their short day they made an in- effaceable impression on the pioneer life of the Ontario countryside. Revolt was endemic in Ireland throughout the last century, and English rule was maintained in the island by the constabulary and the military—ably assisfed by the escu- lent, farinaceous tuber. The police and the garrisons cowed the spirit of the populace, and an ill-balanced diet of potato weakened the resist- ing power of the Irish Celt. Yet in view of the large Celtic Trish migration into British America in those days, it must be apparent to everyone that Canada could not have survived as a British kingdom had it not been for the sincere loy- alty that grew up in Irish Catholic hearts toward the struggling young country and her English queen. The truth is man is capable of a divided allegiance. He can be an Irish rebel and at the same time a loyal Cana- dian subject of the king. As with the saddle-bags of the Methodist cir- cuit rider, there may be two separ- ate compartments to the heart. In Canada, and as a Canadian, Paddy Slater never found any trouble lov- ing both his country and his king; because in Canada, the crown stands for nothing less than the decent and respectable public ideals of a kindly- minded and democratic people. Of course, it was old Victoria Re- gina that brought this mystery to pass. For sixty odd years the great queen reigned as truly a goddess in the minds of the small children along the St. Lawrence and its great feed- ing lakes as had the divine Mother Hathor, in old time, in the minds of the Egyptians of the Upper and _ the stout shoulders of the men, who | Lower Nile, Regina was all power- ful, and she dwelt remote as a god- dess should. The queen stood for every possible sort of goodness. The children prayed for her, and in diverse ways we prayed to her. Her face may not have launched a thou- sand ships, but it was the face on every coin a youngster clutched in his gummy fist; and in her name, and for her honor, generations of Cana- dian children had 4 glorious holiday that ushered in the most beautiful season in the Canadian year. Her transcendent virtues may have been a myth, but as true as God’s word, they firmly established a great king- dom in America, which circum- stance, as you'll admit, is one of the wonders of the world. Young folk nowadays read snippy things about the old queen, but old men and wo- men will feel what I am trying to say! So it happened that for years Paddy Slater was a stout tory in Canada, and, in the man’s day, a great supporter was I of Old John A. (Rt. Hon. Sir John A. Macdonald, leader of the Conservative party and Prime Minister of Canada, 1878- 1891). Yet I found on several occa- sions that my loyal sentiments would not stand a sea voyage. No sooner did Paddy's feet feel the cobbles of Dublin and the cry of caller herring strike his ears, than the heart of the man gave a leap like a goat, and he became an Irish patriot and rebel again. Boise yuhd, ma vourneen! Erin go bragh! (Victory to you, my darling! Ireland for ever!) Putting a conquered people to the sword—as the Jewish Jehovah sometimes direct- ed—would have been a deal more kindly than crowding disp d late in coming for the curing. Even with a tasty bowl of boiled potatoes sitting beside it with their great brown coats on, let me explain that a piece of soggy bone-shot sucker makes a mean principal meal for the day. Not that Martin Kelly and his wife themselves ate much of the rot- ten fish. In those days, no matter how humble the Irish Catholic home, hired help and such like always ate at a separate table. But at that, I made shift to get along om food that was better, per- haps, than Martin himself had eaten as a lad. In the morning, I had my macquashter (porridge cake); at the noon hour, came the boiled fish and potatoes; and for supper, I had some stirabout with a bowl of buttermilk. Fast days, however, were an extra trouble to me about the Kelly place. There was no clock or watch to teJl the time; and, during the day, Mar- tin, for that purpose, considered the place of the sun in the heavens, Before I sat down to eat on a fast day, the man’s scruples for my con- science required that I point out to him a star in the heavens as evidence that night had actually come. Did you ever notice that stars have a way of shaking in the sky? I would probably have stayed on at the Kelly place, and grown up to cobble shoes through life, like other great thinkers, had it not been for the wicked disposition of the O'Leary heifer. At an evening milking, the young cow was cross and uneasy because of an injured quarter. Per- haps I was a little rough in strip- ping her; at any rate, she measured her distances accurately and by stealth, and then she hit me a wicked kick in the pit of my stomach; a vicious puck it was, that knocked the wind clean out of me, and sent the milk pail flying. As I lay gasping for breath, Mrs. Kelly let a scream out of her at the loss of the good milk; and Martin promptly hauled me into the house by my lug to attend to my requirements. I was given a sound beating; and that night I went to bed without my stir- about. It was in the, full of the moon; and an empty stomach helps to rake up annoyances. No wonder it is a wrinkled, cynical face that leers in through windows in the quiet watches of the night. The man in the moon knows all about the joys and sorrows of the human kind. It is during his hours for riding .the heavens that their young are born; and the silly creatures also do their love making in the pale moonlight. In the hour before the dawning, our worn bodies stiffen and our souls de- part. The moon listens to the cries of the afflicted; and, like a ghostly father, hears the confessions of our tortured souls. And the bitterest of human heartaches, the moon man can tell you, are caused by the cruelty and injustice of those in authority. Why, I asked him, should a lad be beaten because a cow kicked over the milk pail? I put a listening ear on myself and waited till the quietness down below was disturbed by Martin snoring fine and easy. No answer being forthcoming to my question, in tled my few things together with a cord, and dropped them through the window. I might have been stepping on eggs so gentle was my tread. I followed after them, and slipped away up the 3rd line, to let Martin Kelly beat his old pan and holler his head off in the morning. In the dint of my long journey, I was scared for peasants into rough ground like Con- nemara or obliging an entire subject race to live through centuries in the dire misery and carking poverty of the mud tenants hovels of Ireland. The pig, the barley, the butter and the poultry went to the towns and to England to pay the rent; whilst the Irish tenant lived on potatoes and a drop of the buttermilk. Even the year of the great famine saw a heavy export of food products from Ireland. To the great mass of the inhabitants, the British crown has al- ways stood in Ireland for misrule and oppression. Ireland has made an unhappy front-shop window display of British rule. However, let us thank heaven the arrogant Irish Celt has never had a chance to found an empire for him- self—and disgrace us all entirely. CHAPTER VIL How times change! Nowadays, it is a fat Methodist who comes with a motor hearse to take our bodies to the graveyard; and if the dead Cath- olic is an elderly man, among the pallbearers you will notice one or two Orangemen looking & trifle: awkward. With a sharp eye to business, that undertaker-man sends me a fresh calendar every New Year's; and he has the politeness to mark each fast day with the picture of a little fish. At Martin Kelly's, every day was a fish day for me. In the spring spawning season, he had bought him @ wagon-box full of fish in the sucker awhile b I saw a man walking ahead of me; but I discovered at last it was only my shadow. the full moon cast before me on that turn- ing of the road. “At cock-crowing time, William Marshall found me sitting on the wash bench at his back kitchen door. “T have run away, I have, Mr. Mar- shall,” I told him, “because the man beat me for the cow kicking the pail over.” And I showed him the swol- len whelts on my back, “It’s heart scalded I am to be troubling you, sir; but if you'll let me stay with you, Mr. Marshall,” I pleaded with him, “I'll be a good Catholic boy, and I’ll work hard for you.” “Don't worry, Patrick, we'll. see about that,” he told me in a kindly tone. “Oh! Mr. Marshal,”’ I cried, cross- ing myself, “if you only’ll keep me, naught will I ever do to hurt you!” At breakfast time, Mr. Marshall and his wife were having a quiet talk on the side. Oh! me, Oh, my! those dainty, well-buttered slapjacks soused in maple syrup! “Indeed!” said Mrs. Marshall, in a louder’ tone, “it is not in our house we'll ever begrudge a child the bite of bread he'll be eating.” “You'll@be a good boy, won't you, Paddy?” she asked me pleasantly, “and you can be doing the chores at the school for Mr, Michael Hughes, and you might rid up his dirty cabin.” run; but the salt had been a trifle The tongue on that woman did be so soft and sweet that she did be drawing the secrets of the world out of men and little children. (To Be Continued) Importance Of The Rocket Lindbergh Says Value Of Its Use Cannot Be Estimated Colonel Charles A. Lindbergh pre- dicts commerce ‘must look to the rocket if we hope to attain speeds of transport above a few hundred miles an hour.” In a letter to President Wallace W. Atwood, of Clark University, Wor- cester, Mass., read at Clark’s com- mencemient exercises, the aviator- scientist said rocket experiments by Professor Robert H. Goddard of Clark might lead “a rocket enthusl- ast” to predict “in an unguarded moment ... that we will eventually travel at speeds governed only by the acceleration which the human body can stand.” Lindbergh's letter, written in Eng- land, said that “from the standpoint of science the rocket offers the only known possibility of sending instru- ments to altitudes above those reach- ed by sounding balloons, Observa- tions taken outside of the earth’s at- mosphere, or even in the higher levels of the atmosphere, would be of im- mense value in the study of such subjects as astronomy, meteorology and terrestrial magnetism.’ He also said that “from the stand- point of war we must consider the fact that rockets may carry explo- sives faster than the airplane and farther than the projectile.” Earlier Professor Goddard explain- ed he and his aides had solved a knotty problem of parachute con- struction to permit bringing the rocket and its delicate instruments down gently. He said a gyroscope had solved stabilization problems and the new task ahead was to streamline and lighten the projectile to permit its fuel to carry instruments and a radio transmitter farther. Colonel Lindbergh's clared: “The importance of the rocket lies in the effect it may have on science, on commerce and on war. An at- tempt to estimate its future in these various fields might well be likened to an attempt to prophesy the fu- ture of the airplane at the time of Langley. The problems are some- what similar and the possibilities as great.” The King Of Denmark Has Very Simple Habits And Tastes Are Democratic King Christian of Denmark, who celebrated the silver jubilee of his reign the other day, is a nephew of the late Queen Alexandra and a brother of King Haakon of Norway. Countless stories are told about his simple habits and democratic tastes, and most of them are true. When a republican moyement was started in Denmark after the war it fell through because everybody agreed that the King was the only possible president. When two Socialists ostentatiously stuck their hands in their pockets as he passed he went up to them with a smile, held out his hand, and said: “Allow me to introduce myself, gen- tlemen. My name is Christian the Tenth.” He walks and rides about Copen- hagen daily like any other citizen, and takes his bicycle with him when he goes to the Riviera. He is an expert yachtsman and shot, and has been known to speak five languages within five minutes—News of the World. letter de- Can Be Avoided Centenarian Believes Worry Greatest Menace To Health George Laramee, cousin of Sir Wilfrid Laurier, celebrated his 100th birthday at Victoria, B.C., in May, and advised those who would reach a ripe old age to get up early and work hard. He was born just outside Mont- real, May 5, 1837, when William Iv. was on England’s throne and has lived under six British sovereigns, There is scarcely a wrinkle in his clear skin, his hearing is excellent, but his eyesight is dimming. “It really does not matter,” he told a re- porter, “for I was never good at reading. I can still see well enough to chop wood and go walking.” . * “Get up early and work,” hoe ad- vised and added that he slept only five or six hours at night and never took a nap in the afternoon lest it interfere with his regular sleep. The greatest menace to health, Mr. Laramee believes, is worry. It was a hard thing to avoid, but a serene mind could be cultivated. Is A prominent airplane-maker says that airplanes will never be very much cheaper. But parachutes, sooner or later, are sure to come down. 2207 FOR EV ET the most for your money. all their extra features do not cost one cent more than ordinary tires. 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Firestone GUM-DIPPED TIRES “MOST MILES PER DOLLAR’’ Infantile Paralysis New Serum To Prevent Crippling Of Little Helps For This Week Children Is Being Developed An effective serum to prevent the crippling of children and adults suf- fering from infantile ‘paralysis is being developed, a Rochester, Minn., physician said, as the result of a dis- covery the disease is caused by the common streptococcus bacteria which changes its form-and becomes a fil- terable virus. , Such a serum, which will prevent paralysis in victims of the disease if it is given promptly, already has proven effective in experiments on monkeys and on a few human beings during epidemics, Dr. Charles E. Rosenow of the Mayo clinic declared in presenting an exhibit of his work before the opening meeting of the American Medical Association. Studies of epidemics have shown they can be traced to milk or water supplies, he added. In one instance of a-mid-western city of 2,500,000 people where 700 cases of infantile paralysis were found the streptococ- cus bacteria was found in the drink- ing water and when injected into ex- perimental animals produced the dis- ease in them. “T believe that we can now prove without any reasonable doubt that infantile paralysis and encephalitis, a brain infection, are primarily streptococcus diseases and that as the streptococcus infection proceeds a virus phase of its developments ap- pears. In every case the presence of the streptococcus can be shown if it is caught at the proper stage of this change and studied under the proper procedure,” he added. If War Should Come Products Of Canada Will Be Bulwark Of Safety For England Arthur G. Street, farmer and author, of Salisbury, Wiltshire, Eng- land, said at Ottawa recently that “it a war does come the products of Canada will come as the greatest bulwark of national safety for the people of England. “Produce from Canada can go to England without passing 4 hostile country while produce from other countries would have to pass un- friendly territory and may never reach England,” he said in an ad- dress at an agriculture field day. “The duty of the British farmer is to keep up the fertility of his soil in peace time and I appeal to you to do the same. 3 “T will ask you to do your best for the farmers of Britain and Canada and not to quarrel as there is room for both of us.” Overheard on the street: “People | are funny. I'll bet if a fellow had) to belong to a club and pay two dollars in order to push a lawn- mower, there'd be & waiting list a yard long of fellows just dying to have a try at it.” ———— Jenny Lind realized net receipts of $176,675.09 from her American concert tour under the management of P. T. Barnum. That we may prove what is that good and acceptable, and perfect will of God. Romans 13:2. nou knowest what is best And who but Thee, O God, hath power to know? In Thy great will my trusting heart shall rest; Beneath Thy will my humble head shall bow. To those who are His all things are not only easy to be borne, but even to be gladly chosen. Their will is united to that will which moves heaven and earth and gives laws to angels and rules the courses of the world. It is a wonderful gift of God to man, of which we who know so little must speak little. To be at the centre of that motion where is ever- lasting rest, to be sheltered in the peace of God where all hearts are stayed and all hopes fulfilled is a wonderful experience. Only those who haye had it can understand the text “Thou shalt keep him in per- fect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee.” It is the very secret and mystery of solid peace within to re- sign all to His will without the least contrary thought. Canadian Singers In England Find Choral Efforts On Par With Those Of Old Country Canadians who went to London to sing in the coronation choir enjoyed their visit and found Canadian choral efforts quite on a par with those of England's. Invited from different parts of the Dominion the singers received their music before they left Canada but did not meet until they attended the first practice in London. “We found that we could quite easily keep up with the efforts of the other members of the choir and came to the conclusion that Canada is really suffering from an inferiority complex as far as her choirs are con- cerned—they are quite as good as anything we have met over there,” said William J. Miller of Ottawa Temple choir. Sounds Reasonable Rector Suggests Using Common Sense Regarding Whale Story Is the story of Jonah and the whale true? The Rev. D. B. Hart- Davies, rector of St. Thomas's Church, Edinburgh, raised this ques- tion in a lecture in London, “Com- mon sense alone,” he declared, “sug- gests that if a man can invent a mechanical submarine capable of preserving 50 men alive, surely it 1s not difficult to believe that the Al- mighty could, if He chose, adapt an animal submarine to be capable of holding one?” — London Evening Standard. Bats guide their flight by some sixth sense which warns them of ob- structions. Palestine has three times as many Arabs as Jews.