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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 49, 5 April 1895, Page 15

Ex-Presid-nt Harrison is counsel in a most important will case in Richmond, Ind. One hundred million gallons of wine were made in Russia last year. In prescribing for a patient the other day a physician, who was a specialist in nervous difficulties, declared that a young woman under his charge was literally killing herself by too rapid movements. "She is not satisfied," be said, " with going about and doing things in a quiet, ordinary way, but actually rushes through with her work and c ntmuilly overtax.'s herself, hhe cannot ba convinced that a little naoie, deliberation might accomplish ju°t as much and save her strength. S) firmly is this habit of haa'e fixed upon her that she will run up and down stairs when there 13 no need for hurry, and, iudeeii, when there is no possible pretext for doing it." The doctor's prescription was— a good deal more deliberation, a large amount of rest, and pleasant occupation. This world is full of people who are rushing themselves to ruia of health a3 fast as they can go. They not only ruth but worry, and between these two they subject their nervous system to more wear and tear ih'in anything short of wrought steei would endure. Rev Father Peter D. Brady, rector the parish of St Mary's College, San Francisco, was recently the victim of a fiendish assault in his own house, receiving several dacgerotn wounds At 8 o'clock in the evening a wvll dressed man called at thi rectory, asking to Bee the priest on business. He was shown into a dimly lighted parlour, and when the priest entered demanded money. •' Maybe I have no money for you," answered Father Brady. With oaths and vile names the stranger sprang at the priest with an open knife, stubbing him above the ltft eye, turning the blade and m >kin;> a triangular cut. Father Bndy tried to push his assailant away, and the villain caught the priest's finger in his mouth, biting through to the bone. He still gripped the finger with his teeth, meanwhile stabbing Brady through the nostrils, on the cheek aid cutting his mouth so that it was an inch larger. Then he beat thu priest into insensibility with his fisra and quietly left ih : house. Father Brady was afUrward discovered by his housekeeper. Physicians believe he will recover. Miss Boyle O'Reilly, the dnugtiter of the late John Boyle O'Reilly, has suddenly won a place as a writer which has surprised her friends. The surpiise came a short time ago when it was announced that " Jane Smiley," the author of the last Christmas and E leter s'ories in Harper's Young People and of an lush story in the current Catholic World, was Miß3 Boyle O'Reilly. The young author's success has been won without the assistance of her father's name, and is, there* forp, genuine, not a mere reflection, as it might hwe been had Bhe revealed herself as his daughter. Miss O'tteilly's success recalls an incident which took place about ten years ago in her distinguished father's office. Mr O'neiliy came to the rffi:o in extraordinary good humour and he was not long in revealing tbe reason. •' My Mollie," he said, "is going to be a writer. Her mother gave me a lot of her compositions last night and I locked them over. Crude, queer little things they were, but there's a touch here and a touch there that tella the story. One was about a doll ; a doll who lived with rich children, and had all sor's of doll luxuries, and she took that doll about until she landed her in a garret with poor children to play with her ; and the doll, wh j was supposed to write the story, you know, says, 'I was happier lure than I ever was before ; but coul i not tell why I' That's literature ! ' But I could not tell why !' It'd only a little touch, but it has meaning. Mollie will write,"