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Show ; , i i Catest irisb Hews ; Armagh. Much regret has been caused in Xew- ! "low nhamilton at the death of Edward "Markey, proprietor of the '"White Cross hotel. Under the old poor law system : Mr. Markey represented the division of Gamly, in the Castleblayney Union, and t he was much esteemed by the member ; of the board. One of Lurgan's oldest residents has -j ; passed away in the death of Joseph t Duke, who was enpaged in the linen i j trade for a prolonged period. The I funeral was very largely attended and afforded proof of the high esteem in j i which he was held. j The wedding has been solejnnized at I ihe Church of St. Peter, Stroud Green, f ! IjOndon, of Frank Short, eldest son of ! ' Michael Short, J. P., chairman Armagh I i k City council, and Miss Alice Maud Ev- I i trctt, daughter of Arthur Everett, f hief London representative of Messrs. ; V. and F. Faulkner. The bridesmaids! were Miss Annie Everett and Miss An-! ' " Short, and P. J. McGarvey, T. C, ( ! , Armagh, was best man. The ceremony j ' as performed by Father O'Leary, I I A dm., St: Peter's. j ! ! Dublin. . ; The d?ath of a distinguished mem- ! ? '''" of the Augustinian Order in the 1 person of the Very Rev. Dr. Ryan. O. J i i f. A., ex-Assistant General, has just j 1 taken place in a Dublin private hos- l! '. I'ital. in his HSth year. His demise is t t I. leeply regreted by all who knew him. I t lie was a native of The Point, Kil- I ; lurin. County Wexford. He made his j f novitiate in Ghent, Belgium. after ; which he finished his studies in Rome, I where he was ordained. , t r ! ! Kildare. j i Much regret is felt in Olbridge and i district at the death, which occurred i in a private hospital in Dublin, of the Rev. F. J. Maguire. late P. P.. of j Celbridge. in his 6Sth year, and the t !. forty-fifth year of his priesthood." ! Kerry. i j ; There is much regret in North Kerry I : , t 'he death of Mr. Michael Kennedy, i s who. during the Land League period. Mifrered imprisonment on a charge foi which Mr. J. E. Redmond. B. L.. M. P.. was retained for his defense. The ':, 'lecfased had been for a considerable time a member of the Listowel board of guardians, and also of the forme:- ! ' Gliu board. I . ; Limerick. I 1 The death of Mrs. Martin Ryan, ; Toiver Hill licuse. Cappanune. took ; ' place on S.-'.turday. Sept. The cW i j ceased lady had a rather brief illness . ' I I an-I much hope was entertained of hoi I j ultimate recovery. A few weeks ago i i "he had the gratification of an ex- i ; tended visit from her brother. Rev. J f ' i Thomas B. Lowncy. pastor of Ma-1- I ! boro. Mass., to whom she was mo.-t I ; '; devotedly cttrtched. ; j . i Watcrford. I i j In "Watcrford City, where he spent I S ' mai-y years of his sacred ministiv. i i I much regret is felt at the death of Tvev. Pierce "Walsh. P. P.. Kilgobnei. ' County "xVat'Tford. and cordial sym- i Pthy has bem tendered by the citi- ! t " 7f,s to his sister. Mother Aloysius, of . j i the Presentation convent. Westmeath. . The death of Dr. Michael Shanley. i M. D.. of Athlone. which occurred res' re-s' l cently at Bournemouth. England.' is I : deeply regret led. The business of the I I I' Vrban Coiiicil was adjourned as a! 1 mark of respect and resolutions of ' condolence were passed by the Ancient y Order of Foresters, the National For- ' esters and the Athlone club. Many leters ?nd telegrams of sympathy I have been received by the relatives, f d the attendance at the funeral was i extremely large. i : The Justice of the Peace. ("Written for the Intermountain Cath-j Cath-j ; o!ic.) I It is the only brougham in the vil- J lagc and it belongs to Mr. .Manner- : I hig, the local justice of the peace, or 'lie J- P. as the people put it. A short, i fat. well-fel mat; Mr. Mannering is, j with the greatest ideas of his posi- j tion and in!Tortance. Always dressed 1 i" black, with a neat white tie, ele- ! gant shirt front, set off with a gold I stud, end all silk hat. you see hiir, ' I- wlun at home, read his paper, when , i ihe weather permits, pacing up and ; I down r n the short grave! walk before ' ''is hall door, or standing on a small ; hill at the Jrack of his house gazing I down with an admiring look on his ' ' cattle grazing in the distance. "They are the best, he telis every passerby, that money can buy and the pick of the Ballenasloe fair." "Wher. be is not engaged in reading his paper or admiring bis cnttle, he is studying I j : th pnpers of a well-thumbed "law book to see its - bearing on certain - cases that -are to come up before him on next ben.h .lay. "Without me the resident magistrate ould not got on at rll. p.t all.' he would say, stroking affectionately is : ponderous watch chain: "he knows the I I ;en?ralltipR of the law well enough. I j but as regaids the dlcult cases he I j leans on me for guidance, and I set i him right: it's all. there, you know." I I pointing significantly to his larg.? j I ; "Play on Mr. Mennering's Vanity." I .' says J!m Scully, the village loafer. I "an' ye'll get off safe iv yeh kilt ;i man. bud tell hint otherwise an iv yed j ' only looked crocked he'll give yeh six I months ov Kilmamham. Well, those who were summoned be- I for" the bench to answer for various J I offenses knew this. A few days be- f . fore the court day. those who had to j nppear thcra to answer for their mis- j demeanors were sure 'to call on Mr. i Mannering and play on his vanity and enlist his sympathy thus: "I know I did wrong, yer honor, bud j yhure 1 did not know what I was coing, an' I know yeh won't be hard on me. However. I'm not afraid ov !m unjust sent?nce. for yer honor knows the law as well as O'Connell ever did, an' ye'll strain a point in re- gard to laniency." "Goo home, my man." Mr. Mannet-! Mannet-! ; inc would answer such, "the law must take its covrse. and to corrupt the i fountains of ju?tice is in my eyes an I unpardonable oftense. Know this, and , ! know it well, my man." straightening j himself up. "I'll make the vur.ishment , J fit the 'rime. Hang me. if I don't!" j "All right, yer honor. I'll throw my- i self on yer mercy, an' I know 1 11 get , i a just sentence." Such people would be sure to escape I fr?e or at all events let off with a j '' very small fine. The tramps, it's won- j derful what a faculty :hey have for I leading a man. when they would nice Mr. Mannering cn the road, thev i . would salute him down to the ground. ! as the people sty. and fixing those I knee, sliifty eyes of theirs or. hii-i wouid then give vent to such expres- I "iniiK ; Ihosa: f "Long life to yer honor, bud it's you that's looking well. Yer honor knows more iaw than the queen's bench an' the four cour-.s together. Iv ever I have the misfortune to be summoned, sum-moned, I hope it will be before yer honor, for I'd rather get ten years from yeh tl an to be let off by any other J. P." Mr. Mannering would appear to be greatly offended at this familiarity of the tramp species and. would shak-; his stick at them and walk away, but only for a short distance. Turning suddenly round he would address tho tr.'-.mps thus: ! "You're not a bad scoundrel. I see, and here is a shilling for you, but don't ever appear before me, for I will dispense justice though the heavens hea-vens fall." With Father Tom Mr. Mannering was not the best of friends, and for this reason. It was Mr. Mannering's ambition to be buried in ' the chapel yard, just inside the gate, and with this end in view he approached Father Tom on one occasion and said: "Father Tcm. I wish to be buried in the chapel yard, and I will give you a hundred pornds for a plot there, and cause to be erected a handsome monument monu-ment over my remains." "When I die, Sir. Mannering." the good priest gently answered, "it would be my dearest wish to be buried down there in the old graveyard among those dear people I love so well, and if you don't like to lay your bones with us, well, you can go to Glasne-vin Glasne-vin (the fashionable burying ground outside Dublin). It was a gentle rebuke midly administered, ad-ministered, and Mr. Mennering felt the justice of it. but alas! vanity whispered. "You are a wronged man, you ar not of the common clay." "By the Great Frederick!" thundered dear Dr. Gerald, when Mr. .Mennering told him of his grievance, "but the next thing you will want us to do is I to bury you in Westminster. See here! If I had my way, I'd embalm you and put you in a museum, and label you. 'A Curiosity in Magistrates,' by the Great Frederic! I would." It is bench day, and I see Mr. Mannering Man-nering driving across In state to the court house to adjudicate Jim Scully and Ryan, the policeman, are standing stand-ing outside the door of the postoffice. Jim sees Mr. Mannering coming, and says loudly to Ryan: "Attention, Ryan, pritent arms!" Ryan draws himself suddenly up for the minister of justice is in sight, places his two heels together and brings his hand smartly to his forehead. fore-head. Mr. Mannering hows graciously and passes on. "Right. Ryan, that s the stripe shun-; enough," s.tys Jim Scully, and then drawing his pipe from his mouth and pointing the shank of it in the direction direc-tion of the retreating car, adds, with a broad grin: "There goes, the bag ov wind." Kind-heartf d, good and charitable Mr. Mpnnerirg was with just this little lit-tle drawback a touch of vanity and which one of us have not it more or less. It is there, right there in us, say what wo will, and in those who say they are rot vain, it is in those very people you find it most. And Mr. Mannering. Man-nering. clothed in ' that evident one fault, well, we can truthfully sav of him "We love him still." To My Unknown Neighbor. Last night I sat beside my window-late. window-late. As one who watches at his prison bars. Sick of the clay's innumerable jars. Clogged with dull Earth and all hoi grievous weight Of tears and mute despair and pitiless wars That know no cause, the brood and spawn of Hate. Above me bent the skies compassionate: compassion-ate: I longed for the companionship of stars. But sudden, oh, what reconciling strain. Making earth one again with heaven, and whole. Rose on the midnight, all the discords changing! Lo. in a moment, lightened of my pain And every fear forgot, I felt my soul With Schubert through the empyrean ranging. Scribner's Magazine. |