and doctors; sometimes a priest; and school masters; all free. And Doctor Potts was always at his post as chairman.

In those good old days, the young and old had a longing for knowledge. I well remember G. Palmer, Thomas Nicholson, John Moore, John McWilliams, and Doctor Potts, the leading men of the Library. Those . good men are dead, and the Library has gone to pieces. I think I am the only one that remembers the good precepts and instruction about farm work laid down to us. I do remember we were innocent boys in the happy days of long ago; no dancing, no playing cards, no plays on Sundays; no drinking rum on Sundays, no killing people with their cars on Sundays; no sea bathing and swimming on Sundays; all the day long; no coasting up in the air on Sundays. It was all church going on Sundays. The churches would be full on a fine Sunday, and our minister would preach

against all these sins: Oh, there is no room for mirth or trifling here, For worldly thoughts or hellish fears;

For our lives will be gone And then we will have to stand at the door, And give account of all our deeds and sins, now and before.

MY MEMORIES 0F KELLY’S CROSS

I remember the birth of Kelly’s Cross very well. It was on DeSable half lot. The front part was settled by Scotch Protestants on Lord Melville’s estate, Lot 29; the back end was all vacant. Mr. William W. Lord wanted it settled, so he fetched out from Ireland a lot of honest pioneers in his vessel. They settled on the land now called Kelly’s Cross.

It was wooded with heavy timber.

These young, healthy, Irish people took up their farms at one shilling an acre, and went into making timber for Mr. Lord. He bought it all up and sold it in the Old Country. And they now went clearing up their land and hoeing in their potatoes and grain in the bunrt land, and could thresh out 30 stocks of grain a day with a flail.

Now these good people wanted a church, and they had no money to build one. So they went to work to hew the scantling and get the frame up. They had lots of wood, and they then hired four or five men from Crapaud to frame their church, for they were not used to frame work. Mr. Best was their boss. In raising the frame, the scaffolding was a little too short; it only rested an inch or two on the girths of the» frame; and. the men told Mr. Best the scaffolding wasn’t safe. He laughed at them and said, “I will risk my life on it.” And in raising the rafters, the scaffolding got moved, and down it came with the men on. it. Mr. Best was killed and the other men were injured, and it shortened their lives.

The Church got built, but never finished complete. It was used for worship about fifty-five years. The church had no pews; the people had to stand. The women took the south side and the men stood on the north side of the church. On a fine Sunday morning the church would be filled. James; Bradley stood at the door with his box, taking the coppers. I think

Father Duffy was the first parish priest. This old Church building is standing today, converted into a public hall at Kelly’s Cross. It is one of the best halls in Lot 29. And now a

grand new brick church stands in its place. It is the largest and best church in Lot 29. The parish built it all themselves. They got no grants

from landlords or from any one outside of their own parish.

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