Keeping Up the Heart,
[The following pathetic verses,
Harper's Weekly, were among the late Jam
T. Field's latest poems]
They sat in grief beside poor Hood,
Who Tay in angnish on his bed,
But smiling still, in hopeful mood,
Though pierced w ith pain his weary hea
inted
Tha doctor knew he could not mend,
“ Your heart is lower placed, my friend,
Than usual in the human frame I
“And if my heart is down so low,”
* There surely is—excuse the mot
More need for me to keep it up I
No Time for Hating,
Begone with feud ! away with strife;
Our haman hearts unmating !
Let us be friends again! This life
Is all too short for hating!
50 dull the day, so dim the way,
So rough the road we're faring
Far better weal with faithful friend,
Than stalk alone uncaring !
The barren fig. the withered vine,
Are typesol selfiah living;
But souls that give, like thine and mine,
Renew their life by giving.
While eypress waves o'er darly graves,
On all the way we're going,
Far batter plant, where seid is scant,
Than fread on fruit that's growing
Away with scorn! Since die we must
And rest on one low pillow;
There are no rivals in the dus
No foes beneath the willow,
So dry the bowers, so fow the Sowers,
Our earthly wav-discloses,
Far better stoop where daisies droop
Than tramp o'er broken roses !
Of what are all the joys we hold
Compared to joys above ns !
And what are rank, and power and gold,
Compared to hoarts that love us?
So fleet oar years, so full of tears,
So closely death is waiting;
God gives us space for loving grace,
Bot leaves no time for hating,
—d. J. H, Duganne,
PRINGLE'S FLAT.
“You will have a beautiful day, my
dear,” said Mrs. Hope, as she looked ad-
then at her daughter-in-law, Mary Hope,
whose honeymoon was at its full.
“TI am so glad I said the young wife.
“What lovely weather we have had
ever since I came here! not at all like
what some of my friends predicted when
they said we ought to spend our honey-
moon in the East.”
Dick Hope at that moment sprang
out of his buggy lightly, and gallantly
extended a hand to his wife.
“ Nonsense I” exclaimed Mary Hope.
“ 1 am not such a helpless creature that
I can’t get in myself ;” and she stepped
lightly into the buggy, with a merry
langh.
Mrs. Hope the elder gave an approv-
ing nod: “It’s just as well to let Dick
koow you can help yourself. These
Western men —-"
“ Need managing like other men,”
interrupted her daughter-in-law, with
another laugh.
Old Mr. Hope, coming down from the
stables at that moment, eyed ihe horse,
seven hundred dollars on that turn-out),
then stood patting the horse’s neck
kindly. He was an admirer of fine
horses, and his judgment was songht
far and wide on all points of horse
flesh: * There's fine mettle here, Dick.”
“I know it,” said Dick, proudly.
“Cheap at four hundred,” said Mr.
Hope. * Have you tried her yet?”
* I think she's good for two-twenty-
one without much of an effort.”
* Why, isn't that a fast horse, Dick?
asked his wife, whose curiosity wa
used.
“ Just middling,” answered her hus- |
band. * We have them ont here faster |
than that.”
“Tt is fast,” said his father.
used to think it impossible, but we have
got so far on now there's no telling
what's in a horse. I like this mare very
much. If it was anybody else's, I'd—
“Come now, what would you give,
father # said Dick, banteringly.
“It's all in the family, so I'm saved |
*‘A hundred more wouldn't buy her,
father. Just say to anybody that covets |
my new mare I won't take a cent less |
than seven hundred dollars. Why she |
goes like wind.” i
* That reminds me, Dick,’ you'd best
take the road round by Drake's.”
“And lose a good half-hour,” said
Dick.
“ That's a long way round, father,”
said the elder Mrs. Hope.
“You take my advice,” said her hus-
band. “I mean coming back. It]
doesn’t matter going. It it should blow |
you will find it safest.”
Dick, who was adjusting a strap, |
looked off east and west, smiled in a
satisfied way and observed: “I don't
see any signs of a storm.” i
“ Nor I" said his father; “but no
one knows anything about the wind
here. 1'll never forget the sweep I got
twenty years ago coming over Pringles
Flat.”
“That is where we are going, isn't it, |
i ak?” Mrs. Dick Hope looked the |
Pl st trifle anxious as she turned to her |
actisband. “Was it so bad, Mr. Hope?” |
© “Bad! Bad's no name for it. Why, |
it blew my wagon as far as fiom here to |
the barn, blew the horses off their feet, |
tore up trees and lodged me against a |
rock that saved my life.”
“That must have been terrible,” said |
Mary Hope.
“Pon’t let him frighten yon,” said |
Dick, smilingly; “lightning
strikes fwice in the same place. I'm all
right, you see. The only time I was |
blown away was when I went East for |
you. Are we all ready now? Basket
in, mother?”
Mrs. Hope nodded gayly, Dick lifted
the reins lightly and away the new
buggy with its happy occupants sped
over the prairie.
It was early morning. The fingers of
the dew stretched upward, dissolving
the shadowy mist that hung over the
prairie and the thin line of woodland
that lay away off to the west like a
fringe on a neatly-cut garment. The
Joung wife inhaled the perfumes ex-
never |
above the horizon. Such a sunrise
Mary Hope had never looked on except
among the mountains. There were tints
of crimson, amber and gold ; and above
all white pillars rolled majeatisally,
palaces more magnificently and stately
than any that the human mind could
conceive,
‘“ How grand!” she sail,
looked smilingly at her,
“The mind of man cannot measure
all its beauties,” said Dick, ashe lighted
a cigar and settled himself down for
some * solid enjoyment.”
us Dick
in
on
1
FRIED
VOLUME XIV,
Iiditor and
SS UT ENE TN
(
19
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1881.
A rE SS HR EARNER
ir A SAS I
NUMBER 19.
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i “Is it a mile, Dick?
i
| their game. It's the atmosphere, Mary.”
t's a small place,” said his wife, as
Iving a little below them.
|
{ wall was rushing down upon them; 3
to Dick
An awful fear possessed
| There was a hush, a stillness, in
{as chilling as the terrible cloud behind
1 i" he exclaimed des
:
“ y £¥
C0 ong |
Hope's eyes as black
{ the river. ** And that is the river.”
i “We'll be there in twenty minutes,”
said Dick Hope, *“ when I want to intro
t Arrow, Ak
MAre s out like an
t moment another sound smote
that was
like Lit
I'he mare plunged,
a sound
worlds.
| their ears
i crash of
in this end of the State.”
| the young couple in amanner that made
| Mary Hope's cheeks glow with gratifica
tion. Her husband
sally admired
kind as was ever produced west of Prin.
gle's Flat,
hours they remained in the town created
a ripple of talk. There was something
about Dick and his wife that made peo
ple turn to look at then.
i
WAS A Iman univer
good wishes and tossed kisses
| them,
“ Now for Dan's Rock,” said Diek, as
backwanl glance at Pringle's Flat.
| “Pretty, isn't it?
“ Pretty?" said
| Dick, it's lovely!
his wife.
See the light on tae
{ Her owner had lost all control over her,
But one thought animated Diek Hq
i as he clasped his wife with !
arm, while he held fast to the rein
his left hax hutting his teeth like
t thought was, **I're
we reach the river bottom !”
is
3
i
i
The earth groaned under their
the rush and
illion locomotives
them. Diek Hope in
turned and clasped his young wife
He did not see the mare:
t but his wife's face, an
ing in it terror
His own was ashy gray
his youu
foot
roar and
i
iit
A
| soream of
sound like
an
als
5 abst ix
ened SLIDOLIVELY
nothing
. A
someth struck to
heart. ui
wife's
that
}
IR wien
}
he turne
and
1
8 her last appealing look upon
moved her lips, His one
AL they might die together.
then that
a
ed to them all the
It seem
| were really on fire.
i pretty, too, the streets so wide,
fort about it! Why,
wonderfully clean and neat
| ing towns to please people.”
“I'm glad vou like it.
church, to the left ¥
| house there."
“Glad you like it.”
“Why, Dick?"
“It's yours.
{ went East for you.
it when we return, if we have time.
That was Dick Hope's way.
The drive to Dan's Rock occupied an
hour.
“Now for a trial of your stre
said Dick, a: he tied his horse to a
at thé base of the great rock and assist
ed his wife to the ground where the)
were to lunch.
“ Must I elimb up there, Dick
{ Mrs. Hope.
I bough
"
said
Dick
flung
literated.
hen } rail hi vy wi he
When he recovered his senses he
1
3 IR
ie close
did
like
The awful storm
{ he tornado,
beside him.
div ide th
vy
ei.
i ntl
{in his teeth, so to spe ak, tossed
ath,
i they were Iving the water was 80
| that it icarcely covered them
| Dick sat up and spoke to his wif
The n hi pu
ntarily, in a weak,
here was blood on his face
i could not f
sand. He
and, again grasping
DOArse YOO
¥
Wi
i Way.
See
straex
§
Whether was
river he dashed inte
of +
3 8
NY
ears that came into
! does not know to tha
Yum Yaa
F318 (AY, HL»
his eves became clear, i
came out for to-day. You've heard
much of the view from Dan's Rook that
| you want to see it for yourself. Do yon
! know you remind me now of Parthenia
| fetching water from the spring ?
i Parthenia tamed her husband, didn’
she, Dick? I'm glad your mother
saved me the trouble.”
That was a lunch Mary
recalled in after years.
SO
P
‘
Hope often
| ward. It was the first time she had ever
her tarn to such straits that he gladly
eyes and viewed his tormentor,
Then they slowly mounted the mass.
Such
view!
| view to the west.
i
i
{
| left there"
“Hasn't it a curious shape?”
They manufacture it up there.”
“There's a valley back there that ex
i
i
i
more of it. The wind rolls down the
valley and plays the very deuce with
the water in the valley sweeps down |
and then—look out for trouble.
. » » }
it once; that is all I want to see.”
“It is really awful, Mary."
“And now it looks like—like
this beautiful scene.
away off there, Dick.”
“ About the size of a man's hand ?
see it.”
his wife.
i
it is time we were moving now?
“We have only been here
while.”
*It's three hours since we stopped at
“My goodness, Dick!”
and the water washin
r breast. Hel
felt her hands, her cheeks.
Iv i
i
.
fi€
\ : T 1%
He summoned al
for supreme
i carried he
the dry shelving h
Mary Hope slowly opened her eyes and
looked at her husband, Then sli
her hands slowly up ber face
covered it.
Dick saw the tears coursing down her
©
" Don't — don't, M IY " he
QI
beach under the bl
to
ches ks.
said.
“1 can't help it
with pain or guief ;
living, becanse we both are spared
Dick's strength returned
toods up and looked about
hat moment he did kt
was coatless and without vest or sh
Lie was naked. He pressed his eves with
h down
1
it's because vo
all
$0
5 4
us
not vy U
shirt ;
his hands and lobked himself
like one awakening out of a dream. He
looked at his wife, still sitting with her
face covered with her hands: * Mary,
we are almost naked. There is nothing
on me, and vour dress is in ribbons”
He looked up and down the river in a
helpless way, still pressing a hand t
any sign of
the buggy or the horse.” Then he
his glance at the bluff back of them,
Come, let us go up on the bank.”
He had to carry her,
“It is the horrible fright, dear Dick.
he
d
Ra
on
Do yon
My eves are so full of sand,
$
“ Mary, look over there,
©.
Evervthing looks blurred.”
She did not answer him, It was not
ie
from
the moment he seated her on the prairief
Then she ut
tered a loud ery.
“II expected as much,” said Dick,
“ Nothing—nothing man ever
“Oh, Dick,” she exclaimed,
ngly, “there is nothing left of the
sob-
heap here and there—something like
len chimneys and smoke and fire.”
“That's the end of Pringle's Flat,
Mary."
He looked back over the prairie—
back to the fringe of trees that skirted
myself when I think you took me be
”"
“It can't be.
ing out his watch.
“It's the grandest day of mv life,
I wouldn't
anything.
| down the rough places. Once in a
an hour was
Then they
got into the buggy and turned home-
red-letter day. At least
Drake's.
don’t we?” said Dick.
| pared to enjoy the drive home. * But
| didn’t your father tell you to go home
| by Drake's?”
“The other is the better road.”
“You know best, Dick.”
Dick's mare went at a slapping pace.
“ She smells oats,” said Dick.
“Look at Pringle's Flat, Dick.”
‘ Pretty, isn't it 2”
{ “There is not a leaf stirring, one
| would think. It looks so restful over
| there! It might be a deserted village.”
| “It does look unusually quiet, now I
| notice it. But then this sun is terrible.
| See if you can find our honse over there,
ed above the horizon a light breeze
sprang up, fanning Mary Hope's.cheeks,
caressing her hair lightly, and sighing
through the thin selvage of trees which
Dick's father had planted along the
roadway before his son was bern. The
od of day wheeled his chariot aloft, ra-
Siting, as only the summer can, the
rarest tints of amber, and crimson and
gold, until the purple glories, rolling
aloft like great billows, gradually arched
themselves into the semblance ofa gate-
way ; through which Mary Hope caught,
in fancy, glimpses of the celestial city.
She did not speak, but sat perfectly
quiet, drinking in the beauties of the
most beautiful morning Dick Hope had
ever witnessed in the West.
+ There is Pringle’s Flat,” said Dick,
suddenly, pointing ahead.
“Surely we have not come seven
iles, Dick?”
Ni Searcely, How far is that ahead?’
*
{ There was a long silence, then the
| young wife gleefully pointed out the
| house, and there was another long
| gilence which was broken by Mrs. Hope
saying suddenly: “ What is that curious
sound I hear?”
“I hear nothing.”
“There! Do you hear it now ?”
| Dick inclined an ear. They were fair-
| Iy clear of the rough land at the base of
an's Rock now and the mare was trot-
ting rapidly. Suddenly her driver's
firm hand brought her upon her
haunches. Dick listened intently. His
wife was right; her ears .were keener
than his. There was something in the
air,
At that instant Mary's hand clutched
| his arm convulsively as she: cried out:
‘Oh, Dick, what is that back of us?”
She was looking back with horror-
stricken eyes and pale lips.
Dick turned, A cloud like a black
The trees
had disappeared; they had been swept
of the earth. Then he
his eves with his hand and
looked across to where Pringle's Flat
had stood in all the pride of a new
town. Dick Hope suddenly
her hand, saying: “Let us pray.”
Among all those who witnessed the
awe-inspiring tornado that swept Prin-
gle’s Flat until not one stone stood
upon another, killing, maiming all
living créatures in its path, none have
such vivid recollections as Dick Hope
When they refer to their
terrible day thev
speak in a low tone, reverently, as
dead. « David Loney, in Lippincott,
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told Mining in California,
Part of town of Sonora,
| lmmne coanty, Cal., is built
{ Several gold bearing quartz veins
{ through this hill. These for thirty ve
| past have been worked at various times
| afterward abandoned and then taken up
and worked again, Sometimes they
yielded richly, and again not all.
the Tao
on a hill,
ran
ars
at
go pocket veins.”
have elapsed when not a pick has been
struck on “ Bonora Hill.” Yearsago the
writer took up, and for a season worked,
a portion of the hill-without success,
Within the last two years out of this
same portion £300,000 have been taken,
of which £200,000 was *“ all in a beneh.”
This fact may give an idea of the uncer-
tain character of gold mining as it ex.
ists to-day in California,
made no noise outside of its own
cality. Had it happened in a new
ritory it would a been published
lo-
other. Buch deposits still exist through-
out the entire gold-bearing region of
California. But na, one need rush
thither in the hope of finding them. It
is simply hunting the proverbial needle
in the haystack. Men may spend their
lives in such search, and Letorns when
they have worked through barren quartz
to within a foot of the * pocket,” death
and after a lapse of time the next adven-
turer may reap the reward which should
have: been theirs, There is a great
amount of gold under the soil in Cali-
fornia, but it's very difficult to say just
where it is. —New York Graphic.
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|
|
HEALTH HINTS,
even tea and coffee,
injnriouns
children,
af
amnearly infallible peptic
wit-day passed in cheer
it-door exercis:
o M Phys
SUX
dive 18
I'l
juires
cian says: Digestion
Never eat until you
of leisure for digestion
n hour of exercise
1
Cill bx
After re
every pound of
sure
st then Rive i
£0
i, or white earth, is used to
gars, oream of tartar,
only nsed articles, its
ends to pr duce disease of the kid-
nevs, bladder and stomach,
Writes Mr. labouchere: I arrived at
Milan from the Lake of Como. I felt
hie sy ans of malaria, and, instead
or a doctor, shut myself up
and two
1@ my only nour
This regime
those who
ver to pnrsue the
find it worth all
doctors ever
for two davs
ng which tin
le monade,
cared me. Were
1 1 £
t i MAIATIAL It
sane course they would
that
iN
rench navy,
{ n rly stages of Ly
1 fever coffos almost " specific
nst typhoid He gives it to
two or three tablespoonfuls of
offoc every two hours, al
Leas x onfuls
undy wine. The bene
is immediate A little lem
f magnesia should be
alt a little q
18
f
ever,
black
ne with one or two
t or Burg
of
ter awiilie u
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A Rank Feast in India,
tting in the center
sits the ve
Milky cream
chief
'
: Tr
fnaer
swWeels
ir
a
uld
oh savored
alwavs
'
tread io,
is pro
th
de death,
bu
nght a glass o
onfection
Fi
Arrant thie maelves,
in a silver tray the altar,
cured from the This
into the clothes of the guests
the pan and betel. This
the areca pounded, and
nelosed in large, green, sue
It appetizer, a
the manner
just before din
:
Ee is
POSES,
nt leaves. is an
n just in
iropean wonld drink
r al ry and bitters.
withal pleasant, and
reddens lips, This is
admired by the native. Then
agar and milk, and pound
coarsest lollypops,
is spoken dh rng the feast.
upon his meal, and
to highly honor their
and their h before
tender ead. When
gentleman thinks
appetite, As when
nrope ght
ut to her host when
i 80 drunk
forget how she reached home, na-
tive of a certain caste thinks he is cour
ous when he the repast was so
It
ng after a grand
three people to
3
i
just same AS &
taste is acid,
the lime
5 $
ghtly the
\
18 bent
who wish
sliamae
.
th
ill
ORI
sitting down a
breaks
tafledd h
a
hk
said she had been as to
80 WK
Ha vs
18 $0 ¢ indigestion,
TURE severe
1 uncommon thi
r at least two or
gorging : and then another
be given, which, proba.
more Thus is death's
not permitted to rust. A sweet
shop is a frequented place, not
v by the vounger members of the
community, but by the sage and hoary.
But be bought without
wrangling. Though a man may buy a
pound of the self-same article for ten
vears running, he would each time try
reduce the price, and the seller,
knowing this peculiarity, invariably asks
double the real price.
»
fi
some die.
nothing can
tO
Californian,
—————
Gigantic Locomotives,
Ten iron giants for the Pennsylvania
Railroad company will be built this
summer at Altoona. They will be much
passenger engines, and are to be built
for the particular purpose of making up
time on portions of the road where
there are long stops. On the fast run
between New York and Philadelphia,
for instance, the time allowed is so
short that when there are unusual stops
letting off and getting on passengers the
ordinary engines cannot make it up.
Hence a monster locomotive, known on
the road as “No. 10,” has been built as
an experiment and tried on different
trains to what can be done. The
result has been satisfactory, but there
many ements that
elves which will be carried out in
the construction of the other heavy en-
that ar follow, In the slang
of the railroad yard No. 10 is known as
“Long-legged loco.” This comes from
driving wheels she rides upon,
hich stand feet and six inches
above the rails, or higher than a tall
man with a silk Ske has two
pairs of drivers forged for her by Herr
Krupp, the famous cannon maker. In
this is supposed to have ben solved the
highest aim that can be sought ina
to pull the heaviest trains
over all grades against stiff winds and
with the least possible liability toward
hot boxes or low steam on the quickest
schedule time. Her engineer says:
“Bhe goes like a bird and rides like a
rocking-chair.” Ever since it has been
running this engine has been making a
mile in fifty-seven seconds on np grade
with a long train in tow without getting
heated, She makes more than a mile
Of course
there is a great consumption of fuel. In
180 miles 12,000 pounds of coal are used
up. The water tank contains 3;000 gal-
lons, 400 more than is usually carried.
Everything else is on a proportionately
large scale. Only the delay in getting
boilers sufficiently large has prevented
the completion of two others of nearly
the same pattern.—I'hiladelphia Times.
{
«£6
are HNDros suggest
thems
' t
gines 0
BiX
hat on.
Ss
which is kept at Windsor, is raid to be
When the Queen
entertained the late Czar shortly after
the marriage of his daughter tothe Duke
of Edinburgh, gold plate to the value of
$10,000,000 was used. The custodian
ship of the gold-pantry at Windsor is
considered an office of great trust.
UNCLAIMED MILLIONS,
Interesting Matter for the Stevens and
Lawrence Families,
(Mass) Indepondent.)
For many years it has been known
that a Mary Townley, of Townley Hall,
in Lancashire, England, ran away from
her father's home and married a John
Lawrence, a seafaring man, afterward
coming with him to this country, A
large property has scerued to her heirs,
who have frequently been advertised
for by the authorities of Great Britain
and who have never been found. Ever
these advertisements first ap
peared the decendants of the Lawrence
families of this country have been inde
fatigable in their endeavors to connect
themselves with the person aforesaid,
and establish a title to her estate. We
give below the substance of what has
actually been learned by them during
all these Yours of labor and research,
Btoneham
[From the
since
WHAT THE LAWRENCE
LEARNED,
FAMILY HAVE
In 1683 John Lawrence, of Liverpool,
of a good family, and a scion of Ashton
Hall, second officer of the ship High.
flyer, plying between the ports of Eng
land and Holland, Captain Graham,
commander, sued for the hand of Mary
Townley, of Townley Hall. John law
rence being a Protestant, and Bir Richard
Townley, Mary Townley's father, being
a Homan Catholic, his suit was refused
Notwithstanding this, the couple eloped
and were married, in the city of Hague,
in Holland. As several have seen this
Arriage record, there can be no doubt
as to its existence, In 1605 Mary Town
ley, who by the above marriage had
become Mary Lawrence, about to become
a mother, went to England with her
husband, and tried to effect a reconecili
ation with her father, Sir Richard re
fused to receive her, and she returned to
the ship Highflyer, whieh had brought
her Holland, and on shipboard
«ave birth to twin sons. The ship put
funto port upon the Solway that was
nearest to Corby Castle, where Dorothy
Townley, who had married Francis How
ard, resided. Ix rothy Townl YY Was
Mary Lawrence's own sister. At the
Episcopal church in the village of With.
erell, the twins were baptized as John
and Joh lawrence, In a few
months Lawrence and wife, with
their twin returned to the city o
Hague, in He Hand, whet 1d 8 shor
time their son John died, Johnathan
surviving. In 1697 a daughter, Mary
Townley Lawrence, was born, and her
birth and baptism are properly recorded.
John Lawrence and wile, 1g}
from
®
Vis,
eT%
though
OUR
sionally ngland, resided for
the grea he time in the city
{ H when, with ther
m Johnathan and daughter Mary, they
grated to America, landing at Ply.
uth, Mass. They stayed in Plymouth
shi 4 noving from thence
o Nova Scotia. befall of 1714 they
eturned to Massachusetts, where they
ARTE, uns:
id
=
{
r
7 he Lawrence family Ww ho have s¢ cured
the above information,
descended from Johsathe
John and Mary Lawrence, who,
say, married Hanoah Robbins, i
pole, Mass. November 16, 17
danghter, Mary, they know nothing.
They do not know whether she remained
single, or married, or whatever became
That the Lawrence family have
n
.
of her,
done their work well on the other side
of the water, we believe ; but that they
have failed to keep Johnathan Lawrence
in sight on this side of the water, we
know The writer can
prove that Johnathan Lawrence, whom
they have tried to follow all these years,
they have completely lost track of.
Now, while the Lawrence family have
been thus earnest in their endeavors, the
Stevens fa Ys descended from Robert
and Mzry Stevens, who lived in Canter
bury, Coun., about 100 years ago, for
the most part ignorant concerning “The
Townley Estate” and of the efforts that
wore being made to gain
of it, have had in their possession a
document banded down to them by
Mary BStevous, aforesaid, and pur
porting to an explanation
of who her ancestors were and
where they came from And, aside
from this document, ther have known
absolutely nothing of thetr early ances-
tors. That the reader may the clearer
understand what follows, we here give
this document in full
The confession of Mary Btevens, of
Canterbury, Connecticut ;
“When I, Pamelia Ingalls, now Pame-
lin Cutting, wife of Abijah Cutting, was
I8 years of age, my mother, Byivia In-
lls, told me the following history
from her mother, Mary Stevens !
hegond «o doudd
POSSESSION
be
him and
| him, wl
{ forbade our marringe, Willams’ father
also forbade our marriage,
wromised him 1 would
do so, and our affection for each other
| took ship and came to this country,
| brought with me my mother Townley's
her estate, with other records.
exactly alike,
gold with a locket attached.
Fach of the lockets had engraved on it
the coat, of arms of our family. My
mother often told me that , :
custom in England, where there was a
large property, if it was not settled
while the giver was living, to leave
some token with it for proof of heir
ship. I have always understood at
beads,
my sister and myself for that purpose.
our proper names put down on the pas
senger list, so 1 told my bibl to
have his name registered as John Law.
rence, the name of my uncle.
of my husband's family, knowing that
my father Townley could prove their
knowledge of our plan to elope, and
and
and wife, paid a visit to brother Robert
Stevens, residing in Canterbury, Conn.
My mother, Mary Stevens, lived with
him at that time.
visit, my mother led me aside, telling
me in tears that she had something im-
portant to reveal. This is as near what
she told me as 1 can remember, not
having copied it: ‘My dear daughter,
I have been very ill, and fear I may
i
apart. I donot know what my children
will think, but hope they will forgive
me when I tell them that they have not
known their correct names,
and mother lived in England. My
fathier was Lord John Townley, of Lan-
cashire; my mother's maiden name was
Mary Lawrence, sister of John Law-
rence. My mother (Mary Lawrence)
was possessed of a large property before
she married John Townley. I myself
had property in my own name when I
left my father Townley's house. Fran
cis Townley, a relative of ours, was be-
headed in 1746. The government, at
the time of the execution, set aside a
portion of Francis Townley's estate for
the heirs of Mary Lawrence Townley,
married
without
to her sister Dorothy, who
Lord Effingham. They died
|
{
property to Mary Lawrence Townley's
heirs, This title (Lord Effingham)
was derived from the district he repre
sented. When I resided at my father's
i
i
i
i
erty was in my mother Townley's pos-
session, in trust, and I should have had
it if I had needed it. but when I left
home I did not dare claim it, as my in-
tentions to leave might have been sus.
pected,
who was the only heir to my father's
John and Mary Williams, took their
together. We
time after we
ware married a short
landed. When the min.
ister asked my husband's name he gave
him the name of his younger brother,
Joseph, not daring to give his own for
fear we might be traced and trouble
would e of it. So my name was
placed upon the marriage record with
the name of Joseph Williams. We
moved from place to place and finally
settled in Canterbury, Conn. Fearing
pursuit from England we called our-
selves Robert and Mary Stevens, the
only name my children have ever known.
When I had a family of children, four
sons and five daughters, my husband
left me and I have never seen him since.
I have kept my mother's locket very
choice. My children have seldom seen
When I was sick last year at my
son Hobert's house 1 left it in his wife's
mn. She does not know the value
of it. If the other locket is left with
the property, as will be the case, this
one will be proof of my heirship. There
is a spring to open it on the back, show
ing the coat of arms and name, I want
you ts After dinner I will ex.
plain to you more. (Brivia Ingalls
i expect to lea e mother's house
day, but after dinner my
Lemuel and wife, who had
planned to visit some other relatives,
determined to start immediately and
hurried me to get ready s0 as lo reach
the house they were to visit before the
storm began, which there were threaten.
ing indications of. I promised my
mother to return to her house on my
way At Robert Stevens’ house
GIB
Omg
gt
5.
i HORRORS
soe iL,
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t
nt
home,
Nhe did 80, It Was broken and she asked
me not to tell her mother about it. The
part the coat of arms was on was broken
into three pieces, After our visit to our
other relative’s house, brother Lemuel
and wife determined to go home by an-
other way. I have never seen my mother
since. 1 believe my mother told me
that Lord Townley (the husband of
Mary Lawrence) received the name of
Townley with the property title,
bot that she could not remember
what his former name, was. His
property was not large before he mar-
ried Mary Lawrence. The property
came to her.
lar to tell me that the property was
brothers and one sister (Williams) who
came from England to Amerioa one
bury, and they moved to Plainfield,
Conn. She was a Lawrence before she
was married. The youngest brother
(Joseph) married Experience Lawrence,
of Plainfield, Conn. My father changed
his own Christian name and retaining
it to his death.
was John or not, but I think she did.
brothers, married a Driar,
Joseph Driar, joined the Shakers at
Enfield, N. H.
that mother repeatedly said the place
her home was, was Lancashire.”
confession that the descendants of
Johnathan and Mary Lawrevice are dis-
covered.
When he undertook to discover the
parentage of Mary Stevens, he regarded
the so-called confession simply as a doe-
ument, containing somewhere in it a
key to the solution of the question of
who she was. He began the work de-
termined to find out the truth and re-
veal it to the family, In common with
the rest, he at first believed that Mary
Stevens was herself the veritable Mary
Townley, whose heirs haveso frequently
been called for by the English authon-
ties. Within the past three months we
have come into possession of facts that
clearly show this was not so, and that
the story Mary Btevens told her dangh-
tor Sylvia, in 1794, related tothe doings
of her grandfather, grandmother and
mother, and only in a small way to her-
self. We have ascertained the following:
Robert Steven vd Mary Hatha
A correc] names,
an officer
u
RaiITie od unde iz
ert Steves & father served as Be
one i f ihe
¥
i
wice was pul upon his head, and he was
y :
Ol
flee from England. Wary Hath
v Hathaway, whose
grandfather was one §f the early seitlers
of New Englond., :
"The Stevens and Hathaway families,
from whom Robert Stevens and Mary
Hathaway descended, were both fami.
lies of great character and prosperity in
the early days.
The ancestors of Robert Stevens we
know back to a remote date. The an-
costors of Mary Hathaway, on her fath-
er's sidé, we know equally well ; while
wo ( nly know the maiden name of her
mother was Mary Somebody. The
surname of this lady we have not been
jie |
ged
weon,'s father was Jol
was very sick with consumption. My
uncle, John Lawrence, my mother's
brother, is a merchant living in Nor-
folk, Va. His wealth is estimated at
£600,000, Ever since I becamo
years of age my uncle, John Lawrence,
promised my father and mother that
1s property should be mine, and after
I became old enongh he told me the
same thing himself many times. He
traded with this country long before I
came here to live. Since I have lived
in Connecticut I have seen Uncle John's
Mpers,
I knew my uncle was my friend; but,
have the courage to let him know where
I was for fear we might be taken home
and your father would suffer severely
for running away with me. Your
father's correct name was Williams.
His father's family lived in the borders
of our neighborhood. Young Williams
ing. The discovery of the maiden
name of Mary Hathaway's mother is of
of evidence complete, 1f you will eall to
mind the confession, and remember the
traditions and sayings that have been
in the family for the last century, we
think you will agree with us that it
could have been but one of two names,
to wit: Mary Lawrence, or widow
Mary Winriams, whose maiden name
was Mary Lawrence. Everything points
to this conclusion as the correct one to
be arrived at from what we actually
know,
Let us see what we can find to make
this theory good. Near to where John
Hathaway resided, lived Jonathan Law-
rence, the identical one whom the Law-
rence family have tried in vain to trace,
We can prove this. Stevens states
in her confession that when she left her
mother's estate, We can prove that this
was the case. Bhe also states that her
mother's maiden name was Mary Law-
rence, sister to John Lawrence. If she
she would have told prosiscly what the |
Lawrences have. What more natural |
called Johnathan John, in her recollee- |
tion of what her mother had told her?
Or what is there unreasonable in sup- |
Lawrence, |
reared another son nsmed after his |
father, who settled in Norfolk, Vir |
ginia, Mary Stevens speaks many times
of her uncle John Lawrence, living in |
Norfolk, Virginia, This man died a |
bachelor, and heirs to his estate have |
been advertised for. We must remem- |
ber that Mary Stevens did not tell all |
“ After dinner I will |
explain to you more,” The further ex- |
slunation was not made because Byiav |
Stevens went away without giving her |
mother an opportunity to make it. Who
in our family doubts that Mary Stevens
Wedonot. Inthe light |
of what we now know we must read the |
that Mary Stevens was |
telling of the doings of her grandfather |
Reading it thus it |
assumes a new meaning—daylight is let |
all through it. i
In the light of what we now know and
assuming the maiden name of John
Hathaway's wife to have been Mary |
Lawrence, let us rewrite the confession of
“My dear daughter, 1
have been very ill, and fear I may never |
see you again, as we live widely apart. |
I do not know what my children think,
but hope they will forgive me for never |
having told them a history of my family
before. My grandfather and grand.
mother lived in England, My great
grandfather was Sir Richard Townley,
of Lancashire. My grandmother's maiden
name was Mary Townley. My grand.
father's name was John Lawrence. His |
father's family lived within the borders
of grandmother's neighborhood. Young
Lawrence became acquainted with her.
She loved him and promised she wonld
marry him. When I father heard of
this he forbade their marrying. law-
rence’s father also forbade their marry-
ing.
“They tried to persuade them to re-
lent but could not do so; and their af-
fection for each other being strong and
sincere they ran away, took ship and
went to Holland, where they were mar-
ried a short time after they landed.
“ After some years they took ship and |
came to this country. Grandmother
brought with her her mother Townley's |
family Bible. It bad in it the record of
her family and other records, Bhealso
brought with her one of her mother's |
gold lockets.
“This locket had a string of gold |
beads attached to it and had the name
of Mary Townley engraved upon the
back of it. It also contained grand. |
mother's likeness, and had engraved on |
it the coat of arms of her father's
family. :
“ Grandmother had often been told at |
home that it was a custom in England, |
where there was a large property that |
was not settled while the giver was liv- |
ing, to leave some token with it for |
proof of heirship; and she had always |
understood that this locket had been |
given to her for that purpose. |
“ When grandmother went on board
ship she was afraid to have her proper |
she told her lover to register heras Mrs.
John Lawrence. When she resided at |
her father's house grandmother was |
possessed of a large property, before |
married John Lawrence. Her]
property and her sister's property, was |
in her mother Townley's possession in |
trust, and she could have had it if she |
it. But when she left
her intentions to leave might have been |
suspected. i
Francis Townley, a relative of ours, |
was executed in 1746. At the time of |
his execution the government set aside |
a portion of his estate for Mary Town-
ley, who had married John Lawrence, |
Dorothy, who had married Lord Effing- |
ham. :
“This title, Lord Effingham, was de- |
rived from the district he represented. i
Lord Effingham died without issue, and |
willed his entire estate to his wife, who |
“ My mother's maiden name was Mary
Lawrence, sister to John and Johnathan
Lawrence. She and her brothers were
born in Europe. She came to this
country with grandfather and grand
mother.
«My husband's name was Rober: |
Stevens and my maiden name was Mary |
Hathaway. My father was John Hath- |
away, and lived in ——, Mass. When |
I left my father Hathaway's house my
sister, who was the only heir to my
i
myself, was very sick with consumption.
“My uncle, John Lawrence, my moth- |
er's brother, is a merchant living in!
Norfolk, Virginia. His wealth is esti
mated at $500,000. Ever since I be- |
came five years of age my uncle, John |
Lawrence, promised my father and
mother that his property should be
mine: and after I became old enough
he told me the same thing himself
many times.
+ He traded with Connecticut before 1 |
came here to live. Since I lived in|
Connecticut I have seen Uncle John's |
advertisements for me in the papers. 1
knew my uncle was my friend, but
have never let him know my where- |
abouts on account of my children.
My mother has always impressed it upon
mother a secret from my
When we moved from Massachusetts
to Connecticut some of our neighbors
came on the same ship with
Among them were John, Joseph and
Mary Williams. John Williams mar-
ried Widow Mary Dean in Plainfield
Conn. She was a Lawrence before she
was married. Joseph Williams married
Experience Lawrence in Plainfield,
Conn,
«We moved from place to place and
finally settled in Canterbury, We have
always lived as Robert and Mary
Stevens, and this is the first time my
«When I had a family of children,
four sons and five daughters, my hus-
band left me and I have never seen him
since. The locket Ihave told youabout
was given by grandmother to my mother
who gave it to me. I have kept it very
it. When I was sick last year at my son
Robert's house I left it in his wife's
possession. She does not know the
value of it. i
“There is a spring to open it on the
back, showing a likeness, coat of arms,
and the name of my grandmother, Mary
Townley. I want you to see it.
« After dinner I will explain to you
more."
In tracing the ancestry of Mary Ste-
A SS ——
tain the whereabouts of Johnathan Law-
he lived and died and what became of
now indicates
that his sister— Mary ownley Lawrence
—was Mary Btevens' mother.
Therefore the discovery of the maiden
name of John Hathaway's wife (who was
Mary i )y is of vital im-
portance to the Stevens family, because
if she was Mary Lawremce it is the
dence complete,
Singular Marks on a Woman’s Face,
Mrs. Mareil, of Bt. Jean’ iste, is
reported to have her face marked with
mysterious figures and Jetters. A re-
porter visited her and gives the follow-
ing acoount of the interview: One week
from last Thursday, it is claimed, the
first appearance was noticed om the left
cheek of the face, and since that time it
has appeared and disappeared continu-
ously, always in the same place. The
letters and figures the first few days
were of a brown color, but later th
have become of a bluish hue. The fol
to the reporter, are said to have .
ed on Monda afternoon, viz: LG A
possessing appearance,
rather below the medinm height and not
averse to the visitors who have ealled
upon her lately to become eye-witnesses
of the remarkable occurrence. She
self as to the appesrance or disappear
conversed with the reporter and A. Cob-
lentz, of Morris, who was present at the
ing that before she went to bed on the
previous evening she looked into the
mirror and the figures 1, 8 and 4 could
be distinctly seen. At the request of
the reporter and the evening drawing
to a close, she drew her chai
to the window and exposing her face to
the light in a short time viritors
were astonished at the result, for, the
reporter adds: “We must confess that
previous to this our credulity did not
make ns easy of belief, but there on the
though not so colored as we have been
led to believe, the letter E was stamped,
plainly to be seen. The letter resem-
bled to us more the appearance in eol-
oring of a smart slap a been given
replaced in a short time by the figure 4,
and almost immediately by the letter
R, it being closely joined to the figure
4, in the shape of a monogram. BSat-
our departure, totally unable in any way
dering in our minds if it had any re
lation to old Mother Shipton's prophecy.
Here is a cirenmstance for some scien-
{ Manitoba) Times,
Her Terrible Adventure,
There were a party of four couples
coming over on the Sarcelito boat, last
Sunday, and the prettiest girl of the
gushers looked up at Mount Tamalpais
and said :
“Oh, that horrid, horrid mountain,
I had the most frightful adventure up
there last summer you ever heard of!
It's a wonder my hair didn’t turn
white.”
“What on earth was it?” chorused
the rest.
“Well, you see, I was up there with
a private picnic y, and I wandered
off by myself about a mile, picking
flowers. After awhile I sat down to
rest in a lonely canon, and before long
I heard a queer rustling sound in some
bushes right behind me. I knew at
once, somehow, that it was a grizzly.”
“(reat Scott! and you all alone!™
shuddered her escort.
* Not a soul within a mile of me.
was just paralyzed with terror. I didn’t
dare to stir, but 1s a minute I heard the
beast coming toward me through the
thicket.” 8
“Qh, if I'd only been there,” said a
pimply-faced young man, breathing
very hard.
“ I knew it was no use to try and run,
and I had read somewhere that bears
never touch dead ple. So I just
ie
“Gracious !
“ Pretty soon the great brute walked
up close and began sniffing me all over.
“Should have thought you would
«Oh, I didn't dare to,” said the
then I suppose the party rushed
ppalled
“Just
“No, they didn't. Pretty soon I felt
"
“What! The grizzly?
“Oh, it oer 4 BT It was a
nasty old cow. Bat just suppose it had
been a grizzly.”
But the audience refused to *‘sup-
Quaker funeral until the boat ®
TIO 50 50
Origin of the Word * Dun.”
The word “dun” is not enfirely nn-
familiar to the ordinary North Ameri
ear. It is not a word of sweet sound or
delightful associations, It generally
means that a man is undone. The coarse
and persistent demand for filthy luere
at a time when we have hunted through
every pocket we possess in the vain
hope of findiag even the smallest coin
that was ever deposited ina contribu
-
music. It may, however, be sadly in-
satisfaction in the sight of the maker's
name on the saw with which the sur-
geon amputates your leg. We do not
mgue that it is a satisfaction that lasts
r in an exaggerated
i
i
i
vens, the writer has been able to ascer-
ood Sheffield
mentioned saw is of
sometimes deals. In the rei
Daun,
He was
extremely dexterous in extorting money
from unwilling pockets. When he was
invited to ‘call in” he always
accepted the cheerful invitation. In-
deed, his habits were so profligate and
he was so careless of the courtesies of
life that he was apt to call even when
no genial invitation had been extended.
He was never much farther away than a
creditor's Shadow. When a wast fel sed
to a bill, therefore, some
hy Te ask: Why don't you Dun
him?” Hence the awful word which
has followed the impecunious even unto
this day, and the associations of which
not even the lapse of time can mellow.
— New York Herald.
i —
The nou} g fish panplly vo
sumed in New York city
nearly 31,000,000 pounds, of which cod
comprises shout 6,000,000 pounds, blue
fish neariy 5,000,000 and mackerel
3 ’
1t soomed the flush of the spring hours
Lay on her cheoks, and summer showers
Had bathed her in a sweet content
A virginal faint ravishment
Of peace; for with her came & scent
Of flowers placked with a childich hand
In some forgotten fairyland, =
Where all arow the sweet years stand.
And all the creatures of the wood
Orept from their leafy solitnde,
And wondering sround ber stood.
The fawns came to ker, unafraid,
| mustered up resolution
{her to name the happy
| evening he called in a
Spoun} fepine of mit
‘to sing him something
“move” him. She sat down
! “ I am grow-
| piano and A
| ing old." ~ Brooklyn Eagie,
to ’
in any luxuries luge
ted by a usteckaning
A man who was too
wife with pide bor and
Mr. Clark was rather inclined to take
them, but his good wife one
would perhaps be They were
who said:
| talking it over before
| year-old A :
' don't you take one of them, ma, or
they want to break the set?”
8
a“
=
It Looks Suspicious,
as execrable and the actors as worse.
It seems
and carry home a silk one at night.
also looks like a good tmade.—New
Haren Register.
!
He also the door of the
armory and took possession of several
| puns and pistols. Bob Alinger,
| the shot, left his supper and ran
| th When en a small
| leading 4 jail fence, the Ki
| who was upstairs, shot him with a gun
| loaded with buckshot, killing him in-
tantly. The town of Lincoln seemed
| torror-stricken, and nobody th
| opposing the Kid. He stole
| and rode off, armed with four re 8
and & Winchester rifle. He has ex
i a determination to kill Governor
| Lew Wallace, who failed to pardon him,
{and who, by a curious coincidence,
| signed the Kid's death warrant at Santa
that he escaped at
| Fe on the same day
| A Bird Turned into a Lamp.
A writerin an English paper eays.
when terrified. It is said that this oil,
which is very pure, is collected in St.
Rida by catching a its egy
are it sits ¢ »
disgorge the iF into a ye
is then released and another taken. The
inhabitants of the Farce island make a
curious use of tis hi Bcd young
and very fat, a
thro! h the bey on Lichiing it at the
end which projects from the beak. This
unique lamp will burn for a consider-
ble time. :