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ing the Pilgrim Ifethers m found Thanksgiving' -without There-was no kicking the pigs g PH|giiHigisg‘. ■ • 8* 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 ^