Seventy years ago, the Town kept cows, horses, and pigs, and the middle class of people had a fat pig for Christmas and had their milk free. I used to see the boys singing their love songs and whistling, and the girls going out berry picking. Our Town had a few brick buildings and a few three storey houses. They burned wood; it gave employment to the truckmen hauling in wood, and work for the boys sawing and cutting it up for firewood. The Town had work for every one, sweeping chimneys and cleaning out back yards. I remember our Exhibitions in the Drill Shed every year. Every¬ thing was in sight; twenty-five cents at the door to see everything; and a good time with it. The sidewalks out to it was nice, three wide planks laid together and a clay walk close by. No horses on the street without bells, and they must go at a slow trot. Old men and children were safe; no one hurt or killed. Our Town had four or five doctors and one dentist; four or five lawyers and one Jew. I have heard it said a good lawyer must be able to make white appear black and black to appear white, and right to appear wrong and wrong to appear right, to please his client and gain his case, if he is well paid for it, and I have heard it said it was, easier for a camel to go through the eye of a lady's sewing needle than for a lawyer to get through the door into Paradise. I can't say anything bad about the lawyers. I have always found them honest and they always told me the truth. I knew John Longworth well. He did a lot of land business for me. He was a Christian gentleman. He was all alone except for a little boy he called Frank. Mr. Longworth died a young man, and Frank took his place, and after a while he went into politics and became Premier of Prince Edward Island , and at last he got the high office of Judge. Charlottetown is now a city of pleasure and vanity. You're life is not safe in it. It is all one commotion of noises, like a hornet's nest when disturbed. Its streets are full of cars racing and killing old and young people every day. Danger stand thick through all the ground To push us to the Tomb, And fierce diseases wait around To hurry poor mortals home. I will send the joys of sin away, The temptations of the mind, As false as the deceitful sea, As empty as the wind. A TALK TO MISS CHARLOTTE TOWN ABOUT OLD TIMES This is going to be a Talk to Miss Charlotte Town about old times: Your grand dad put Edward Whelan and Mr. Coles in Parliament. Mr Whelan was the Premier . It was called the Coles-Whelan Government . After a while it went out and the Tories went in. Colonel Gray was the Premier . At this time, all the Palmers were strong Tones. The Palmers and the Coles were bitter enemies in politics, and Edward Palmer chal¬ lenged Mr. Coles oat for a duel with pistols. The day was set and the two met, blind folded, back to back, twenty yards apart. The word was ffiven- "Fire!" They turned about, face to face, and fired one shot apiece at each other. Their shots never hit each other and they gave the fight uo for a bad job. They were both prominent Churchmen and on Sunday they went to church and repeated the Lord's Prayer together, and they were the best of friends ever afterwards. -4 38 )§«••-