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ing the Pilgrim Ifethers m
found Thanksgiving' -without
There-was no kicking the pigs
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KTAH MOON, a lookin
down
Prom do clouds upon do
town,
pray I
cloud yo’ kin, eon!
oz brack ez sin, sah.
MistahMoon! Eideowayl
a-shinlr bright,
do country light-
day—
knowehit’s neah Thanksgibbin,
owe- 5 mo a libbin?
MistahMoon! Hide away 1
Earle H. Eaton.
BISHOP’S.
8TOBY.
1807. by H. Addington Bruce.]
turned into Madison
Twenty-third street with
hriiificd" stride, almost half
ltivated by so many church
As belitted a man with an
ho walked with his head
air and betrayed by his
eo that he was well sat-
iinself. Good reason for be-
his prosperous living and
waxing greater year
to say nothing of his work
poor souls—rich ones,
bom he instructed every Sun-
r.yst cries of the narrow path,
sermons wero remark-
■ eloquence, and he had ex
in the Thanksgiving ser-
The result of hia
practically Been in the
reakly collections, and he
i to complain of the Thanks-
I contributions. Therefore it
te reflection of -work well
good bishop was on hia
i quiet, comfortable, little
With pleasure he thought
silent the menu would be,
recently imported from
no seoond rate one by any
i a keen suggestion of frost
pith the prospect of a snow-
loming. The bishop invol
ved his pace a little as he
ss of the atmosphere. It
o’clock and past twilight
corner of East Twenty -
- leaning carelessly against
in front of Dr. Farkhurst’s
a tall, well, built young
pntly fashionably dressed.
was not more than 25 or
[ bishop passed where he was
>oke to the divine, and the
though the young man
t stranger to him.
evening, ” said the idler,
ly to the bishop’s side.
• cool for me, ” responded
A glance of Inqui-
. at the other,
smiled.
d he suavely. “1 for-
lyself. You must par-
I heard you preach
bishop, and seeing yon
fl thought you would not
i if I ventured to tell yon
I was with your eer-
i would have made some
lent of the compliment,
per did not give him time.
. hurriedly:
ay rery first visit to New
^arrived last night and ex-
to my home in Chicago
lays. You do not know
USlSHYCABD.”
I was at the good for
me to your church to
pping at the Fifth Ave-
juare. Hero is my card. ”
street light the - bishop
K Edwards, Chicago,
- •.?.<•>•:< ' -s .
bted to meet ypu, my
bishop, with oqrdialifcy,
‘ led in no small rffeasuTe
: allusiffn to his sermon,
i New York very -long?”
i Edwards’ reply, “on-
My business here, for
|usiness one, will not de-
and with but a limited
1 have no great desire
to remain. Indeed I ; am
oould -hot delay my fcpa day 1«
Thanksgiving day away from home is.
always dull in the extreme. One miss
es the family dinner especially. ”
As he spoke the young man, in search
of a cigar, carelessly threw open his
topcoat, and the bishop could see that
he was faultlessly arrayed in evening
“Ah,” thought the reverend gentle
man, “evidently a well to do young
fellow.” And he added aloud, a respon
sive chord in his heart being touched at
the mention of the word “dinner:”
“Yes, one does feel lonely away from
one’s own people on a day like this.
Are you dining with friends this even
ing?”
“No such luck,” answered Edwards
quickly. “I dine at the hotel. -I’ll have
turkey, of course, and all that sort of
thing, bat it will not seem the same
old Thanksgiving dinner to which I
have been accustomed ” f
Then he added earnestly:
“Bishop, if I did not feel that yon
would refuse me I wonld ask you to
come and dine with me this evening. "
“ We can do much better than that, ”
broke in the bishop warmly. “I would
be pleased if you would come and dine
with us. We are having but a small
family dinner, and yon would be en
tirely welcome to share it.”
Edwards’ surprise at this unexpected
kindness must have been very apparent,
for the bishop hastened to add, his face
beaming with good vgill:
“Now, I will listen to no objections,
for you can have none in reason. My
home is only a short distance np Madi
son avenue, and I see you are qnite pre
pared to go out. ” -
Still smiling with good nature, the
worthy bishop started np the street, fol
lowed by the man from Chicago, pro
testing, but in truth rather feebly.
On the way the Chicagoan explained
to the reverend gentleman that his
business in New York was in connec
tion with a deal on ’change and that if
the bishop cared to speculate he might
in a day or two be able to give him a
valuable tip, whereat the good bishop
chuckled inwardly, for here was surely
a splendid chance to add to his finances.
Thanking Edwards, he hinted plainly
that he might take advantage of his
offer, and the broker, for such he seemed
to be, expressed the pleasure it would
afford him to be of any use to the
bishop.
The Thanksgiving dinner passed off
splendidly, Edwards proving himself a
splendid conversationalist Just four
people participated besides the bishop
and Edwards. These were the wife,
daughter and son of the bishop and a
brother, a well to do hanker. The
.daughter*; about*.2? .yeanfreld, was a
tall, slender, willowy girl, fair of com
plexion, with clear, blue eyes, and the
visitor was assiduous in his attentions
to her during the evening.
The sen was a young Princeton man,
and naturally the conversation at dinner
turned a great deal on football and 6n
the day’s game. Edwards seemed thor
oughly up in the game, discoursing with
great fluency on various celebrities of
western fame. His acquaintanceship
with various Chicago clergymen, all
personal friends of the bishop, served to
advance him hi the latter’s good graces,
and, taken all in all, he made a very
favorable impression on the whole fam
ily. His easy carriage, his graceful de
portment and well chosen language
proved beyond a doubt that he was a
thorough gentleman, and the bishop
congratulated himself more and more
for having met him.
Shortly after’the party adjourned to
the drawing room the banker, seeming
ly to Edwards’ relief, announced his
intention of going home, and promptly
said good night After an evening pleas
antly passed by all, during which .the
visitor only added to the good impres
sion he had created earlier, Edwards
hinted that, he was about to leave.
“Wait a moment, please,” said the
bishop. “The other day I bought a
painting, which 1 was informed was a
genuine Raphael If you should happen
to know anything' about art, Mr. Ed
wards, I would very much like to have
you step into the library and examine
it”
“With great pleasure,” responded
Edwards. “To tell you thp truth, paint
ing hasalways beenonoof my hobbies”
Excusing themselves, the I;
his guest crossod the haU and found
themselves in a small hot oexy little
room, in which were shelves laden with
theological works, a large writing desk,
a small safe and a couple of ohaira. Ed
wards took in the situation with t
glance, and an observer would have
seen a quiet smile of satisfaction on his
handsome faoe. An odd thing he did,
hut something that the bishop was too
preoccupied to notice, Was to noiselessly
turn the key to the door. -
“This is the picture," Aid the bish
op proudly. “Tell me jjst exactly what
you think of it,” . 1
The Chicagoan examined in with the
air of an expert
“You need have no fears,” said he at
length, after an apparently minute sur
vey. “It is a Raphael all right, and I
congratulate you on its possession.
The bishop gave a little sigh of relief.
“Thank'you, "said he. “I was afraid
I might have been duped, though I am
seldom caught napping. Let us return. ”
“One moment, please,” asked Ed
wards briskly. “I wish you would sit
down, as 1 have a somewhat lengthy
communication to make to yon.
“Why, certainly," from the bishop
affably. “Is it in reference t<^ the deal?”
“to reference to a deal, ” repeated the
otheii. • ?*Bishap, you have treated ipo
with to ’ touch kindfie$ sihoe we first
ftiet that l am induced to put the confi
dence in you which I would perhaps
give to nobody else to the world.
The bishop smiled at the young man
encouragingly^ >
Nothin* Very Attractive About This Side
of the Lire, of Our Famous Ancestors.
Good Things to Bat and Drink—large
Families.
Those who want to know just what
sort of people they were who gave
America a Thanksgiving day should
read Alice Morse Earle’s book, “Cus
toms and Fashions to Old New Eng
land.” •
■ The reader will surely wonder how
it came about that these people were
responsible for an anniversary day when
they so bitterly opposed letting their
poor, little, half frozen, skinny children
celebrate April Fool’s day.
■ The young ones of those days were
beautifully clad to linen—goose fleshy
thought—little, thin linen, short sleev
ed, low necked shirts and baglike dress
es of linen, drawn in around the neck
with puckering strings.
Thai the Sunday after they were horn
they were carried off to the meeting, £7i^if" they^in niiielieadartaS
• long story of his various attempts to
remarry when his first wife died, leav
ing him a widower 66 years old. He
had a dreadful time of it, for he was
close fisted in the matter of settlements,
bht finally he drove a bargain.
to the early days of New England
almost everybody of dignity performed
the marriage except the parson, and the
whole company of guests used to invade
toe bridal chamber and make long pray
ers there. Young fellows who were not
invited to the wedding had the' pleasing
custom of stealing toe bride after the
marriage 'ceremony, carrying her off
and releasing her only when the bride
groom bought a supper for them.
They had good things to eat, though,
if two people did have to eat off the
same plate. For instance, one New
England way to cook eels was to stuff
them with nutmeg and cloves, stick
them with cloves, cook to wine, place
on a chafing dish and garnish with lem
ons. Indian padding, hominy, suppawh,
pone, samp and succotash they learned
how to cook from the Indians. Pnmp-
kins they didn’t think much of for the
reason that they had such an overdose
of them. And here is a recipe for ‘ ‘pum-
pion pye” vtoich housewives may copy
I^ick and forgot a number of things that I ®t once concluded all was safe. So, re-
a gentleman always should have with I locking the library door, he put the key
him. Among others was my watch. As
a business man I am in constant need of
a timepiece. I see yon are wearing one,
bishop. Might 1 ask yon to loan it to
me, merely to loan it to me, for a couple
of days?”
What!” thundered the bishop,
aghast.
“Oh, I ask you merely as man to
an. I rely on your goodness of heart
as exhibited all evening not to refuse
this trifle.”
The bishop sat glaring in his arm
chair. .. He made no movement. His
chubby, round faoe was apoplectic with
jhe;vteU.t
is a delicate one, hot to be treated light
ly. When! leftChioago three days ago,'
I had to leave to somewhat of a hurry
and was forced to start at hardly a mo
ment’s notice. I had but little tun®-to
“Come, oome,” said Edwards, chang
ing his tune. “1 have no time to waste
discussing the matter. ”
The sight of the butt of a revolver
drawn from Edwards’ trousers
pocket acted like an electric shook on
the bishop, to a moment the richly
jeweled watch was on the floor at the
feet of the man from Chicago.
That’s reasonable, ’ ’ said ha “Now,
my dear bishop, that gold cross around
your neck. I will keep it as a souvenir
of you.”
“Next,” continued Edwards, pocket
ing the cross, “have yon any money
about you? I confess I came away to
night ridiculously short of change. ”
The bishop glowered at him in im
potent wrath, but Edwards preserved
to his pocket .and walked boldly into
the drawing room.
Ladies,” said he, “I wili bid yon
good night now, with many thanks for
your kind hospitality. By the way, the
bishop does not wish to be disturbed for
at least an hour. He is busy in the li
brary studying some information I have
just given him to regard to a little
Tomorrow evening I may call
again. Thank you both. ”
Polite as ever, he bowed himself out
of the house gracefully. Strange to say,
a oab was waiting for him.
Jim,” said he to,the driver, “go
slow.till yofiftete. round,ths comer. Then
to the station like hell: I’ve oopped the
pile. We’ll divvy later.”
Then the cab started. .... >.,
H. Addington Brucb.
HE FUMBLED AT THE COMBINATION.
hie imperturbable smile. Four $10 bills
and a couple of dollars in silver were
the result of a search through the bish
op’s clothes.
Hum!” said the guest of the even
ing, “is that all you have?”
The bishop nodded. '
“Then,” said Edwards, with gravity,
“I fear I will have to ask ^ou to open
the safe. l*am certain you hare not
banked today’s collection yet Let me
see—you/totoPOnoed it abjpapij : , $900,
• tidysum.” —- -
The bishop attempted expostulate:
“The money beloiigs. to the church,
not tome."
“Ah, that may he, but-1 am only
borrowing it from the chturah, and I re
ly on your goodness of heart to rainy it
to the church yourself to ease I forget
to. Time is flying. Hurry l”“ V;
/■ Unable to stand; up, thp unfortunate'
clergyman' crawled over on his hands'
and knees and fumbled at the combina
tion. His hands' shook so that he could
hardly open it, while the Chicagoan,
revtover in hand, spood guard over him.
Once opened, it Was the wprk of a mo
ment to transfer the packages df money
to the capacious pockets of the visitor,
who politely assisted the bishop took to
his armchair. • ' y • V- •
“Now,’’ said Edwards, “I lihinkl/un
perfectly satisfied. You have, behaved
beautifully, dear bishop, and I am de
lighted to find that lwas perfectly right
inrelyingupon yourgoo&nees ofhearfc
I have only two more tiifogh to say*-
that ypur sermon this morning was ex* -
eellent and your dinner''this evening,
equally so. As to that deal, why, wa
will talk it over' next time ire meet,
which may uot her alas, tor a long
time.” - -7 ' .•"? ;• .
A chloroformed handkerchief did the
rest, and soon the old bishop was deep-
tog soundly on the floor of his library.
Edwards drew a 'long breath as -he
walked into the haU. He could hear*
conversation to the drawing room, and
: . ,-'r\ . . fir- •
Tie Origin at Thanlugiviag.
The first recorded in
stance of anything in
the nature of thanks
giving in the history of
our country is the fol
lowing entry in an old
Bible belonging to one
of the first pilgrims:
“ Sonne bom to Susanna
White, December 19th, 1620, yt six
o’clock morning. Next day we meet for
prayer and thanksgiving. ” This, how
ever, is not generally accepted as the
first observance of that nature, since it
hardly partook of the . character of a
general thanksgiving. But 15 months
after the pilgrims sailed from Holland
they held a harvest festival which last
ed a week. This is generally' spoken of
as the first Thanksgiving in New Eng
land, but it was not a day set apart by
the governor, nor was it attended by
any religious observance. * " T '
A few years later precisely the same
tiling occurred. Thereupon July 30,
1623, was appointed as a day of thanks
giving, and before the second sunset a
relief ship arrived. Fast days and
thanksgiving days came at irregular in
tervals for a number of years,-the latter
following same marked event of a benef
icent nature, such as getting rid of
Anne Hutchinson,' whose preaching
caused such a turmoil to New Eng
land, for the termination & King Phil
ip’s war and the close of the Revolution*
and the triumph of independence to
America. Then came the practice of
the governor of .each state naming a day
for general thanksgiving. These at first
were not coincident, but tlje beautiful
custom has prevailed for a* consideia
and doubtless will prevail for ages
to came, of the president appointing
such a day, generally the last Thursday
to November, to which the governor of
each state assents fay naming the same
day. Thus there is one day each: year
when the 46 states and the territories
from the Atlantio to the Pacific and
from British America to the gulf return
kfaxnks to God for his manifold bless
ings and mercies.
house to be baptized. There was no fire
to those meeting houses, and they often
had to break the ice to the christening
howl. But the Puritans had no monop
oly of such cruelty to children. The ru
bric of the Episcopalian - prayer book
says that parents must not defer baptism
longer than the first or seoond Sunday
after birth.
One of these New England parsons
believed to infant immersion and prac
ticed it, too, till his own child nearly
lost its life by it. After that he learned
some sense. v
Judge Sewall writes Jan. 22, 1694:
“A very extraordinary storm by reason
of the falling aiid driving of the snow.
Few women could get to meeting. A
child named Alexander was baptized in
the afternoon.” . . r .
It is not surprising that consumption
struck so‘deep into New England or
(hat infant mortality was so great. Re
member, too, that in the book# on the
rearing of children it was advised that
their feet be often dipped to cold water
mid that they wear thin soled shoes,
that the" wet may come freely to
them. ”
One doesn’t wonder, either, at the.
size of the families. Sir William Phipa
was one of 26 children by the same
mother; Printer Green had 80 children;
the Rev. John Sherman of Watertown
had 26 children by two wires—20 by
his tost. With death making so many
subtractions, the Puritans had to do a
little multiplication.
It must have taken a good deal of
scuffling with the etexfiente to provide
bread and meat and olothes for a family
like a small Sunday school. They didn’t
get enough to eat, it is plain, for the
ohildren were almost all rickety, and
all had to take elaborate compounds of
baked snails, mashed earthworms, herbs,
hartshorn and strong ale to cere them.
But the children were smart children.
Fbebe Bartlett was powerfully convert
ed when she was 4 years old. Jane Tur-
eU could tell Scripture stories before
she was 2 years old, and before she was
4 she oould say the greater part of her
catechism, many of tho Psalms, read
distinctly and make pertinent remarks
on many things she read. She asked
many astonishing questions about divine
mysteries
Cotton Mather took his little daugh
ter Katy, aged 4, into his study and
told her that he was to die shortly and
that she must remember all he said He
set before her the sinful oonditidu of
her nature and charged > her to pray in
secret places every day, and so on, with
much more lugubrious matter of the
nme sort. He lived 30 years after he
soared poor little Katy so.
That’s the lively sort of time the
Puritan children had-
The poor little Puritan hoys were not
allowed to go swimming at all, and
every tithingman was strictly enjoined
to keep them from it Each tithingman
of it:
“Take about half a pound of Pom-
pion and slice it, a handful of Tyme, •
little Rosemary, Parsley and Sweet
had ten families under his charge,: and
if onefinay estimate that, there were ten
toys in each family the chances are
that on a hot August day some one of
those 100 young ones defied the law, its
dread executor and the chances of going
to a place where it i^moro than August
all tiie year arbfind, and no good swim
ming holes either.
But the young ones danoed,-and they
had punch to drink. One- little girl 8
years old wouldn’t ’stay at her grand
mother's hodae . htonue rite couldn't
have wine to drink at; erety ,nteal» and
her parents upheld kerjtohsr oonduct.
They had candy muT gingerbread and
oranges and pictuied 'steady hooks; but,
atos, they were iteries'cl **Couver-
sionand Holy and Exemplary Lives of
Several Young Childreu,^ “The Life of
Mary Paddock, Who Died at the Age of
Nine,”“Praise Out of the Mouths of
Babes,” and the likes of titem!
They went to school and froze there
when they weren't 'warmed up with
“lamming and with whipping and such
benefits of nature.” Besides, the teach
er had devilish devices, such as a split
branch, into whbse cleft the bad child’s
nose was pnt and pinched. They had
leather paddl.es, and the whole commu
nity didn’t rise up to honor at it,
tiiough little children were-blistered,
not grown up young men. ;
V Bachelors and “lone men” jhad the
wexirtof it very decidedly. The -tithtog-
Tnn.T-r kept his eyb on than all the time
to Hartford they had to pay 20 shil-;
lings" a week tothetown for living.. •
without a wife. Widowers hardly wait- ‘
6{l, till their wiv^ Were
andMother
been widower ^ and widow 7 and '1
COTTON M^THEB.
Marjoram, slipped off tW Stalkes, and
chop them small and beat them, then
mix them and beat them altogether and
put to as much Sugar as you think fit,
then fry them like a froiz. After it is
feyed, let itstadd til it-be cold, .then
fill-your Pye. Take sliced Apples, thinne
xonnde-ways, and lay a row of the Froiz
and layer of Apples, with Currans be
twixt the layer while your Pye is fitted
and put to a good deal of sweet butter
before you close it, when the Pye is
baked take sixteen yelks of Eggs, seme
White Wine or Vergis, and make »„
Caudle of this hut not too Thioke, out
up the Lid and put it in, stir them'well
together whilst the Eggdand Pumpions
be not perceived and so serve it up. ”
Probably it was gopd, but there was
mighty little “pumpion” to the “pye*?
and a good deal of everything else to
the shop- Sixteen eggs in a pie when
they are selling at eight for a quarter
will scare out a good many thrifty
housewives of today.
They were pretty heavy drinkers at
first, but very early it began to he hard
lines tea habitual drunkards. They had
to sit in the stocks, lost their votes and
hadagreat“D” made of “redd” cloth
hung around their necks or sewed on
their clothes.
The recipes for fancy drinks were in
tolerably long and full of all the spiced
In their shops and all the herbs of their
_ Their simpler ones were rath
er messy things, one would think. Here.
is Landlord May’s recipe for flip:
“Mix four pounds of sugar, four eggs
and a pint of cream, and let it stand for
two days! Fill a quart mug two-thirds
ftdl of. beer, put thereto four great
spoonfuls of thecampound. Then thrust
into the mixture a hot loggerhead and
add a gill of rum.”
A popular drink in Salem was “whis-
tlebelly vengeance”—charming name!
It was made of sour household beer
simmered to a kettle, sweetened with
molasses, filled with brown bread
crumbs and drunk hot.
For medicines thg old Puritans had
the awfulest messes. Sow bugs and
roses, and pounded coral, and toads
caught in March and burned to a char,
and ambergris were tome of the drugs.
Of oourse they were bled and physicked
to tiie last degree. They used to make
Up parties or classes and go to a retreat,
vidiere they would all be inocnlated for
smdLtoox—not vaccinated, but inocu-
lated with the real ditoasa There they . -
“Broke out” together; had the fever to* ! -
geihe*, ‘'Sririte'-tdgria^toried^^': -
gather, and many a lore affair sprang '
up ^ amid such highly unromantic cir
cumstances.,
• think, Wfte srasp of; -
goit info the sickroom and prayed all
day long, it was a& good the poo*
badgered creatnre triltog them to hold
their tongueB and to let him alone.
They kept -at- him till he told them.to
pray, and they f0ii$y hectored him into
heayen.
But they had glorious times at fa-
paraln. They must have all got tight as
drums from the amount of liquor .they
dy«.tiV Funeral odes were about theonly
punntog ^poetry the Puritans wrote,
Tlwy had no^
put the man' into the ground with great
pomp. Ereiyhody: had to hare gloves,
ivep away ^