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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XII, Issue 9, 20 June 1884, Page 18

The Washington correspondent pf the Louisville Commercial aaya: — Of course, along with the rest of the migratory world, I went to the capitol.on Monday. It was during the very apex of the polar wave and the people on the streets went half bent before the wind, numb and blue from cold. ,One shuddered and shrank under flannels and furs. There were two squares to walk before, reaching the cars, and I noticed trudging along before me an old woman inj a thin, ragged shawl. How thin it was, was plain enough as its tat* tered edges fluttered up and down in the biting wind. Bach of her bare red hands grasped a big tin milk-can, which dragged her old arms down and seemed fall and heavy. As she reached St. Matthew's she stopped, set the cans down, knelt on the ice-covered stone steps in the teeth of the life-chilling wind— knelt there, and with her bare stiffened hand devoutedly made the sign of the cross ; then rose, took up her burden and trudged away. Superstition ? Perhaps, but there is something lather fine in such superstition.