CRAPAUD VILLAGE I knew it in its early days, Joseph Stordy laid the corner stone. He was the first business man in it. He built a large house and shop on the corner. Then James Newsome built a large shop on the west corner and a saddler shop. Geo. Howatt moved over and rented the shop, and ran a big business. He kept six clerks and Joe Stordy ran a large store, and it has grown to be a rich village. It has a butter factory, a good flour mill, a post office, a telephone office, a church and a school. Wood & Co. have in it one of the largest and best stores on the Island for a country store, and keep almost everything, and that the very best. Crapaud has a fine pond of clean water in the middle of the village which makes a rink in the winter and boat sailing in the summer, but a dark sad cloud hangs over it. A boy in his boat, while sailing was drowned, and a woman and her little child were drowned together on a fine Sunday morning. I saw them in the afternoon laid out together, side by side, for burial. I will never forget the sweet smile on that fair baby's face. I love Crapaud . It is my birthplace. It is my land and resting place. It is my home and rest. It is my burying place, — all in the dear Crapaud, this very day I love the best. A FAVORITE HYMN A few more years shall roll, A few more seasons come, And then we shall be with those that rest Asleep within the tomb. A few more struggles for me here A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And then I hope to weep no more. 32 fr-