Democratic Sentinel, Volume 13, Number 13, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 April 1889 — SOME EASTER CUSTOMS. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

SOME EASTER CUSTOMS.

A DAY CELEBRATED ALL OVER THE CHRISTIAN WORLD. Flower-Decorations, Nest-Hunting, and Other Easter Diversions—A Pretty Poem and an Entertaining Story.

Easter Customs.

HE sacred festival ot Easter has been appropriately termed the “queen of festivals.” It has been ‘observed from the foundation of the Christian religion, and is celebrated in every part _of lhe Christian world with great solemnity and devotion. The flower decorations of the Boman, of the English, and of the American churches on Easter Day excel those of any other nation; but the home amusement of preparing

the Easter egghas not yet become universal and is not nearly as pretty as the nesthunting as described in our Easter story. Again, the gathering of wild flowers for an Easter offering, which is practiced everywhere in the southei n part of Europe, and which our poem ‘■Forget-me-not’’ so beautifully describes, is certainly an admirable idea. A few years ago the writer hud the pleasure of preparing an Easter egg hunt at a young ladies’ academy ’on the Hudson. It was a bright cold day, and all that nature could afford for decoration were branches of abor-vita and a few of arbutus. These were quickly woven over fine wire into delicate little nests, then eggs were blown out by the dozen and on each a pretty Easter greeting was written and was tied into the nest with white satin ribbon, to which was attached a prett.ly decorated Easter card in the form of a cross. After the nests had been well concealed in every nook and corner of the building, the young ladies were invited to begin their hunt. While they were rummaging a rustic table was laid, that is. instead of a cloth it was spread with green branches. On these wore placed eggs, prepared in every conceivable manner. There were boiled, scranjbled, fried, broiled, poached, steamed. baked, pruned, scalloped, curried, and {lickled eggs. In the center was a huge og cabin built of Easter cake cut in strips. At each plate was a cordial invitation that the one who had been fortunate enough to find a nest was entitled to a seat. Now the fun began. Many had found two or three, others hud not found any; the latter were not entitled to seats at the table, and the former were not willing to give them the prizes demanded. Finally they agreed that the unsuccessful Diana should pay a dime for her nest; thus the nests were equally distributed and about one dollar and fifty cents was collected for the poor. After the refreshments the young ladies danced the german and had a general good time, and they unanimously declared thatthey had never known Easter joys before. We will close this description by giving our readers a few hints for coloring Easter eggs: For bright red. boil them in cranberry juice; forbright yellow, boil them with onion skins; for blue or purple, use the juice of preserved plums or black cherries: for bright i reen, wrap them in spinach leaves. The old-fashioned method of boiling them wrapped in bright calico is very satisfactory. The Living Easter Egg. UY MRS. A. L. WALLACE.'

LL of you run, now, and seek to your hearts’ con*tent,under the gooseberry kbushes. behind the large ’trees, in the arbor, and away out on the meadow. Hun. children! but keep peace. Whoever finds -an egg may eat it, but ho who with another seeks in the same place, and then begins to quarrel over the found egg, will be punished, and goes empty, and, above all, he will not receive his Easter cake." It was a noble peasant woman who spoke thus, and those whom she ad-

■dressed were two little girls of the ago of 7 and 10 and two little boys, one 12 and the other 4 years old. When the last syllable had passed her lips, the little crowd, which had boot} kent in the house all winter, rushed out-doors and rummaged under the branches of all the bushes and in the tall grasses. Easter that year had fallen unusually late: therefore the gardens and Helds displayed the colors of spring. The leaves of the gooseberry*and currant bushes began to peep out and warm themselves in the rays of the April sun. Apple -and plumb trees were arrayed in their white and rosy bloom. The lilies of the valley opened by thousands their tender white calyx and the lark thrilled a joyful resurrection song. “I found it," triumphantly called a voice from the corner of the garden, and the youngest girl, with beaming countenance, crept from under the gooseberry bush, in the thick branches of which she had discovered a bright, speckled Easter egg. Her older brother, whose seerch had been rewarded only by ail empty bird’s nest, called, "Yes, yes. I have found two. no. three: yes. one under the bush. and. hurrah! there I see two behind the dog house,"

Then the other little girl cried: "Bee this beautiful blue egg. I found it in the elder arbor." Only the youngest of the boys stood with a sad face, just ready to cry; iris large black eyes staring into the sky, his little empty hands folded behind him. He said plaintively: “Hans finds nothing and can see nothing." “Because Hans does not seek earnestly." said the youngest girl, taking him gently by the hand. "Come with me; I will help you hunt.” She led him away back of the garden, where the old willow trees bounded the meadow. Meanwhile the peasant woman, taking her kniting, seated herself on the old log before the house, watching the merry play of her children. Her husband, a muscular-built man in the prime of life.hi*meer.-ehaum pipe in his mouth, dressed in his Bunday coat with gilt buttons, made a fine appearance as he stepped out of the front door, seating himself at his wife's side, who greeted him with a hearty “Well, you have come just right. It does our heartgood to see the merriment of our children; they seem to complete the scene of nature on this beautiful Easter day." "Yes," he responded, "nature is wonderful and mysterious 1 It is incomprehensible to me how the sunbeams can bring forth the buds and flowers and clothe the fields in living green." And after a pause he added: “And yet there are many people who never admire nature and quarrel with fate, even when all around them is bright and joyous." “You must have met Claudius, and he has vexed you," remarked his wife. The man nodded. “It always seems as if somebody stabbed me whenever I meet that man. with his gloomy countenance and his eyes cast down. He just came sneaking along like a shriveled-up mole that can not endure the light." “Well, every one has his troubles, and perhaps his burden is unusually heavy,” said she. The peasant, puffing his pipe, replied: “No doubt, but he owes the most of his misfortune to his own imprudence, and he has to blame himself for having to live a lonely and embittered life.” “Do you know, Anton. I think you might tell mo a little more about the history of this man’. How did it happen that he turned his own son out of doors'? You know I was sick at that time and have never heard the story minutely. What made the old man send his.only child out into the wide world, and forbid him ever to cross his threshold again?” “Yes; you see, Gertrude, this is the way it came about,” The peasant scratched himself a little behind the ear, watching the thick clouds of smoke as they arose from his pipe into the clear spring air, and. laying the pipe down beside him, he began as follows; "You must still remember how matters stood in our house last October." "Alas! I shall never forget the 2d of October even if I live to the day of the Resurrection” replied the wife with a deep sigh. “I think the fall of 1813 will be remembered by every citizen of Leipsic and especially by our poor community and all the other villages. The terrible shooting still sounds

in my ear, and I still seem to hear the lamentations of the wounded and the groans of the dying. It was the miseries wo had to endure that threw me on my sick bed. Yes, and the worst of it all was that Napoleon Bonapart io'-ced our soldiers to fight on the French side. But on the 18th of October they perceived that the United German States were likely to become victorious, and they went over to them in large numbers.” The peasant woman nodded, and after a short pause the man continued. “Claudius was known to be a sworn enemy to the French and their frivolous Emperor: but his son Frederic, contrary to his father’s wishes, followed the hair-capped felons and their avaricious captain. They had had many a hotdispute on the subject; but never a real falling out until the command came that Frederic, who was a soldier, should again join the army. Instead of choosing his own country he joined the French, and even with a light heart. The old man almost died with grief, but he could not help himself, and had to submit. “Well, as the day of the rebellion drew nigh, and the fortunes of the French began to waver, the old man rejoiced with us; but alas! his joy soon come to grief. On the evening of October the 19th a little troop of fugitive Frenchmen passed through our village, and among them was Frederic. He had refused the opportunity to go over to the United German army and had remained with the many wounded. He. being hardlv able to keep on his feet, came to his father’s. So a neighbor relates, who saw and hoard everything. The old man turned him away with the bitterest curses, threatening even to expose him if he ever showed his face again.” "O, bad, hard-hearted oldman!” exclaimed the peasant woman. “Yes, it was outrageous to expose his own flesh and blood to destruction, and yet he had just cause to bo indignant.” The woman glanced one side, and said: “Hush! there he names up the road. See how his poor, bent figure creeps along.” “Yes, there he is again, the old grumbler.” “But say, do they not k now what became of Frederic?—whether he perished or is still alive?" "I have not heard the particulars. Some say he died, others think that they saw him in this country several weeks after that cruel treatment.” . “Just look,” said the wife, “our little Anna Maria has ventured to coax the cross-looking old man into the garden. She always tries to cheer him up; she can’t bear to see anyone unhappy. I dp believe she will succeed. See how eagerly she pulls him along! There—there he goes with her; and now you can continue your story.” “Isn’t she a cunning little girl? The old man is actually helping her to hunt eggs.” Every nook and corner in the garden had been rummag' d through, when she drew him to a high pile of dry leaves under the elm trees. “What can bo the matter?” exclaimed the peasant woman. “Father! mother! do come here! O, come and see!” called little Aima Maria, and an instant later all the children circled around

the pile of leaves, their faces expressing the greatest astonishment. “Come, let us see what it is." urged the wife. “O. bosh! It can be nothing very much; a dead mole, a hedge-hog. or something of that sort." replied the peasant. slowly rising and preparing to follow her. A few moments later they had reached the spot. The sight which here presented itselt threw them into consternation. In the center of the pile lay a lovely little child, perhaps nine months old. wrapped in an old gray woolen snawl. The old man’s face looked* like marble as he gazed at the child, and Anna Maiia was on her knees kissing and stroking the little thing, while the oldest boy in his roguish way called, "Oh. good! Good old father Claudius has found a living Easter egg—a nice living Easter egg!” "Very true,” said the peasant; "and now the question is, who found it?” “For shame!" said his wife. "The first thing is to revive the little frozen body.” And taking .the little thing into her arms, she base them all follow her into the house. There she quickly undressed it and began to rub the little limbs with coarse flannel, and from time to time she wet the dainty lips with some spirits. Boon the little fingers began to move, it opened its eyes, and before the children had time to express their joy by "It lives! it lives!” it joined the chorus by a loud cry. “Get me some warm milk, quick!" said the mother. Anna Maria was the first to obey tne mand, while old Claudius stood like a petrified skeleton. A few minutes’ music and then the voice was hushed by long draughts of warm milk. "Husband, will you go to the attic and fetch the box packed with our baby’s garments?" No sooner said than done. There was everything needed to clothe the little foundling, even to the little socks. After it had had its warm bath and was dressed, it went. sound asleep again. "Johnny, will you lend baby your crib to sleep in?" “ ’Es—’es." stammered the little boy. “But, mamma, the baby does not belong to us; Father Claudius found it and ought to take it home,” remarked the eldest. “You are right, my boy,” said the father. “Father Claudius, you will take the child and care, for it well.” “The dickens! What can I do with the thing? I have no woman to take care of it.” "What difference does that make? Y r ou have nothing to occupy your time; you need some employment: it wilt do you good.” “O fudge! I have plenty to do without taking care of babies. Your girl teased me into the garden, and you have as much right to it as I. I say, add it to your stock; I’ll let you have it for nothing. The impudence of this speech aroused lhe wife’s temper. Like a flash she jumped to her feet, and, with the child in her arms, confronted the old man. saying: “Now, see here, Father Claudius! you know very well that we have our hands full, and can hardly make both ends meet. You have ample means, and, being the tinder, the law will force you to take care of the child.” "The law force me? Gracious! who ever heard of such a thing? I won’t take care

of it. No. not I! Nobody knows where it came from, and the little bastard ean go to the poor-house.” While this dispute was going on the children amused themselves examining the oldrags in which the child hud been dressed, and just as Father Claudius had finished his declaration the eldest boy picked up an old green shawl whiefi had enveloped the poor little infant and kept it from freezing to death, and as he waved it in the air for a banner of victory a piece of paper fell at his mother’s feet. “Ha! ha! Father Claudius, not so fast! What is this? Let’s see! Perhaps it will give us a clue.” She had picked up the message and read as follows: “This certifies that this is the legitimate child of Mary Louisa Terre, lawful wife of George J. Claudius. The father was killed in the last battle, and the mother, on her death-bed. left the infant to the care of a mutual friend of her and her husband’s family, with the request that, if possible, the cnilil snould be conveyed to his grandfather, Isaac Claudius, of Leipsic. “Knowing that the owner of this garden .is an intimate friend of the old gentleman, and also being assured that the children would have their Easter hunt, we concealthe little treasure in the soft bed of leaves, where we believe it will surely be found; and in this way we relieve ourselves of all responsibility without exposing our name, and hope that you will kindly deliver it to the right owner, Isaac Claudius, who bylaw is in duty bound to take care of it as his son’s child.” “That, is a put-up job. They could palm off a dozen children on me in that way!” screamed the old man. “Hold on; here is some more!” And she continued: "Meanwhile we shall not lose our interest in the orpnan, a£ 1 should any difficulties arise we will bolfly come forward and take the child’s part. “Sincerely your true friend, ” “There now; take the child and be off to your cottage, quick as possible.” Before the old man could say boo, he felt himself pushed out or doors, -with the child in his aims and a bottle of milk in his coat pocket. Being afraid of becoming the laughingstock of the passers-by, he hastened home as fast as his tottering limbs would carry him. Half an hour later, when the peasant woman was sure she had given the old man time enou h to bethink hirasel , she took another bottle of milk and everything that was necessary to complete the baby’s outfit, and went over to see whiit the old man was doing. As she drew near the house she heard the baby crying pitifully. She hastened as mueh.as possible, and, opening the door abruptly, found the old man pacing the floor like one deranged, the milk trickling from one of his coat tails, while the child lay oh the hard table, calling for attention. “What’s the matter? What have you done to baby ?” The poor man had not heard her come, and at the sound of her voice appeared to be frightened out of his wits. nothing. I put the thing on the table. I snnnose. vou could llnu uo softer pVwe.”

"Take it up this instant, and walk with fy* He silently obeyed, for he felt it was ae use to oppose her; but he took the child up [ in such an awkward manner that she was 1 obliged to adjust ft properly in his arms. Then she made him trot up and down. “Where is the milk I gave you?" “What mi'k?" “The bottle of milk I put into your pocket." Then, for the first time, In* saw now he had sprinkled the floor with the contents of the smashed bottle. "Well, to be sure! What an awkward, stupid man you are! Fortunately. I brought another portion, for that which I gave you is wasted." Then she gave him a lesson in nursing the child. She repeated her visits every day, and trained him so well that he not only became attached to his ward but also to his business. As the child grew to the cunning age when it could say “Grandpa, grandpa." it brought back to him all the scenes of his married life, and it was only then that he realized that blessings often come in disguise. and that God does not always punish according to our transgressions. He could not bear lhe child out of his sight a moment. As she grew up to girlhood he begrudged even the hours she had to spend at school. But against his own wish he was destined to become grandfather and great-grandfather, and had the pleasure of seeing his name established for generations to come.

“GOOD OLD FATHER CLAUDIUS HAS FOUND A LIVING EASTER EGG.”