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BELFAST, Tuesday, June 26. Sir John Preston, the head of one of the great Belfast houses, and a former Mayor of the city, dined with us last night, and in the evening Sir James Haslett, the actual Mayor, came in. I find that in Belfast the office of Mayor is served without a salary, and is consequently filled as a rule by citizens of "weight and instance."
Captain Carboneer was waiting for a steamer which his naval associate, Lieutenant Haslett, was to charter or buy for the use of the party," said Christy, as he led the way to the forward deck of the steamer. He and the engineer mounted the top-gallant forecastle, and looked intently down the river. The tide was coming in, so that the vessel, in coming up to her cable, pointed in that direction.
Brer Fox done been fool so much dat he look like he termin' fer ter have Brer Tarrypin haslett. Den Brer Tarrypin beg Brer Fox not fer ter drown 'im, but Brer Fox ain't makin' no prommus, en den he beg Brer Fox fer ter bu'n' 'im, kase he done useter fier, but Brer Fox don't say nuthin'. Bimeby Brer Fox drag Brer Tarrypin off little ways b'low de spring-'ouse, en souze him under de water.
Both Sir John Preston and Sir James Haslett have visited America. Sir John went there to represent the linen industries of Ireland, and to urge upon Congress the propriety of reducing our import duties upon fabrics which the American climate makes it practically imposssible to manufacture on our side of the water.
Was it not a certain Miss Raleigh who aforetime denounced the ruffian Gurney for that he vented his wit upon a play in which she appeared. And now, because " "Yes; it was. I've no use for the smart-aleck school of criticism. But, at least, what Gurney wrote was his own. And Haslett, even if he is an old grouch, was honest. You couldn't buy their opinions over the counter." Banneker frowned.
Schwartz's wonderful rendition of the "Lost Italian girl?" Miss Schlessinger won the prize for being the best "Vamp." If noise was any indication, then the last few days, when the deck sport prizes were being played for, were hugely enjoyed by all. Capt. E. Salisbury, C. J. Okell, S. N. Haslett, Jr. and H. S. Dana were among the star players. Dr. Woolsey and J. F. Geise were also "fans."
She looked tired and a little dispirited and for she was of that rare type in which weariness does not dim, but rather qualifies and differentiates its beauty quite as lovely as he had ever seen her. The query which gave him his clue to her special and immediate interest was: "Why is Haslett leaving The Patriot?" Haslett was the Chicago critic transplanted to take Gurney's place. "Is he?
Gillow especially because each one pretends to have been the first to notice his 'Spring Snow-Storm, and in reality it wasn't either of them, but only poor Bill Haslett, an art-critic we've known for years, who chanced on the picture, and rushed off to tell a dealer who was looking for a new painter to push." Grace suddenly raised her soft myopic eyes to Susy's face.
"'Well, I'll go 'long, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en you kin jump fus' en den I'll come follerin' atter, sezee. "Wid dat dey put out, en dey went promernadin' 'roun' 'mong de cattle, dey did, twel bimeby dey struck up wid de one dey wuz atter. Sho nuff, in dey jump, en w'en dey got dar, Brer Fox, he say, sezee: "'You kin cut mos' ennywheres, Brer Rabbit, but don't cut 'roun' de haslett, sezee.
"I heard it, and I understand it. Haslett has done his whole duty, I judge," replied Captain Carboneer. "Who is Haslett?" asked the major curiously. "I never heard of him before." "He is to be the first lieutenant of the Bellevite." "You seem to have a full supply of officers and men, Captain Carboneer," added Major Pierson, apparently a little disconcerted.
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