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14th August 1907 from A. Edith Hall at 17 Alexandra Gardens, Folkestone to
Miss Kennedy, Waterford Terrace, Coleraine, Ireland
Dear Miss Kennedy, I did not have the pleasure of seeing you before I left
Coleraine, but I hope you returned well & renovated. As you see by address I
did not go to Italy, Dr. Hall crossed yesterday. I am staying here another
week, with my sister, her husband, my brother Will & his wife, so we are a
merry party. Then I hope to have a week with my Mother again in
London, & then on to my brother at Eastbourne. How does Mrs. Fouliss
manager with my two black kits? It is kind of her to take care of them for
me. I expect Maggie will be back at the Manse on Friday. Please
give me kindest love & greetings to all my girls on Sunday. I shall be
thinking of you all. your friend A. Edith Hall
Dr. Hall as a Man and a Minister by a member of Islington Presbyterian
Church
As an
Irish member of Dr. Hall's former charge in Islington, London, and an office
bearer under his ministry, I came into intimate contact with him both as a
man and as a minister. It may therefore not be out of place, now that
his loss is being so much felt, to speak a few words in appreciation of his
character and ability. Dr. Hall came to London, a man from the
provinces, ready and willing to adapt himself to his new surroundings, but
his individuality was such that his people adapted themselves to him rather
than he to them, and profited by the change.
Dr. Hall was a manly man,
a man's man, and par excellence, a young man's man. His
youthful spirits, vivacity, and vigour drew the young to him. He could
gain and retain their confidence, for his outspoken frankness at once
disarmed suspicion. One readily knew Dr. Hall's opinions, for he was a
man who did not mince matters, and he was above suspicion of wither
subterfuge or of compromise.
It was worth while
cultivating Dr. Hall's acquaintance, if only to come into contact with a
charming personality. His face was strongly attractive, and was of the
best Hibernian type. His expression in repose was calm, thoughtful,
and dignified. In his eyes shone from a great soul, the light that
spoke of deeper depths in reserve. His words in counsel were well
weighed words of wisdom, for he was not in the habit of speaking without
thought. His conversation, though perhaps not brilliant, scintillated
with delightful humour, and his laugh was good to hear, for it denoted a
nature in which there was no guile.
As a friend, Dr. Hall
particularly shone. He was a candid friend in the best sense of the
term, and though his criticism was sometimes caustic, it was administered
with no desire to wound. It was in friendly relationship that one
could get in touch with what was best in him, but ever those who casually
met him could not resist the magnetism of his presence. Who that knew
him could be oblivious of his sympathies? If he had a smile for the
foibles of human nature, he had also a tear for its passion and its pathos.
Leaving the bedside of a young man smitten down with consumption, and lying
as it were under sentence of death, I once saw the tears roll unchecked down
Dr. Hall's face, touched as he was by an emotion that did him honour.
They were the tears of a strong man, and as such one had to cry in sympathy
for the tragedy of youth cut off in the flower.
As a preacher and a
minister Dr. Hall stood in the foremost rank. None who heard him could
fail to be struck with his force and earnestness. A man of
imagination, it is rather surprising that he appealed more to the intellect
than to the emotions, and for this reason his preaching met the wants of men
and women of the present day. His eloquence was convincing, because he
spoke with conviction, and his argument was irresistible, because it was
supported on the firm foundation of truth and reason. He spoke to the
head rather than to the heart, but he spoke through the heart, and therefore
his words were never lacking in that winning fervour which draws the
confidence and the responsive thrill in the breast of the listener.
A poet, and a man of
letters, his pulpit utterances were models of perfect style, style of
substance rather than of consonance. His message was couched in no
high-flown language to tickle the fancy of his congregation, but rather
delivered as winged arrows, that went straight to the mark he aimed at.
He gave his hearers something to carry away. He was a shepherd of
souls, wont to feed his flock, and not a mere master of pulpit mannerism.
His idea was to make people think, to arouse the lethargic, to encourage the
timid and wavering, and to confound the sceptic. In him the Gospel of
Christ was preached in power to the winning of souls, and the strengthening
of saints.
Here was a man of broad
views and large outlook, a man living ahead of his time, keen to lead on the
higher and nobler ideals. Catholic in his tastes he yet adhered firmly
to the faith of his fathers. He was a Christian first and a
Presbyterian afterwards, but he was a Presbyterian of Presbyterians.
Loyal to the core, he set his face alike against the narrower Calvinistic
school, and against "new theologies." He was philosophic, but he
pinned his faith on revealed truth, discarding imaginative possibilities.
Of his godly qualities
his achievements are the evidence. He performed his duties faithfully
"as unto the Lord and not to men." Three congregations are plunged in
sorrow at his loss, but his loss will be felt by the church at large.
It is hardly too much to say that his heart beat for humanity itself.
But though his labours may be eclipsed by those men working in spheres of
influence less circumscribed than his, the world itself is the poorer not
that William Hall is gone from it.
10/9/10
Hop Picking Souvenir
The whole world once to a mother came, To buy her child away;
There were rich and poor, there were great and small,
There were wise men old and gray.
Said one, "For your child I'll give you gold;" But the
mother smiled tenderly,
"There is gold enough in my baby's hair." She quietly said, "for me."
"Jewels!" a childless couple cried, But smiling again, she
said:
"My baby's eyes are my diamonds bright, His lips are my rubies red."
"My kingdom," offered a gray-haired king, But strange was
the look she gave;
"This is my king, who lies asleep, And I his adoring slave."
"The world and its treasures, all, wilt take" Its gold,
its castle and lands?"
"The world," she replied, "could purchase not, The touch of my baby's hands"
So the world returned to its wealth and pride, To sail its
ships on the deep;
But none were happy as she who sat, Singing her babe to sleep.
 
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1) Poetical Nomenclature - The States of America and their meanings
2) Skeletonising Leaves - Floriculturist
3) A Little Literary Lesson - An Old Tale with
New Additions
4) Some Interesting Tricks with Figures - Marvellous Multiplication
Carson's Cat
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Sir Edward Carson had a cat, It sits upon the fender,
And every time it gets a mouse, It shouts out "No Surrender."
He left it by the fireside, Whene'er he went away,
On his return he always found, It singing "Dolly's Brae."
The Traitors grew indignant, At hearing such a noise,
But Carson made the Cat sit up, And sing the "Protestant Boys."
The Traitors then decided, To hang it with a rope,
But every time they tried the bolt, It yelled, "H--l roast the Pope!"
The people came from far and near, To hear the pussy sing,
"Good old Britannia rules the waves," And may "God save the King."
A few said, "What a pity, The car is such a fool,"
But Carson's cat yelled out the more, "We will not have Home Rule!"
Woman has so long lived kneeling in the shadow, that our prejudiced eyes
find it difficult to seize the harmony of the first movements which she
risks when rising to her feet in the light of day.
Four things a man must learn to do, If he would make his
record true:
To think without confusion clearly; To love his fellow-man sincerely;
To act from honest motives purely; To trust in God and heaven surely.
It is the life rather than the lips which speak, and a
man's greatest utterance is himself.
A little charity to the living is worth a wagon load of
flowers to the dead.
A great soldier's motto: Praise and pray and peg away.
ULSTER WORDS & PHRASES - To the Editor of the Northern
Whig.............
ULSTER WORDS & PHRASES - To the Editor of the Northern Whig.............
ULSTER PHRASES - To the Editor of the Northern Whig.............
Familiar Phrases and Their Origin
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RECIPES
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1) Turkish Delight (For "Casila.") & Almond Toffee
2) To Boil and Sauce a Fowl
3) Lemon Custard Pudding
4) To Ice
5) Almond Icing & Royal Icing
6) The Plum Cake
Jam Making Table
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1 & 2) Florence Cream (Salad Dressing) & Mixed Salad
3 & 4) Cooking a Turkey & Bread Sauce & Gravy
5) Roast Goose & Sage & Onion Stuffing & Apple
Sauce
6 & 7) Plum Pudding & Mince Meat & Old
Fashioned Mince Pies
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1) The Prize Recipe - Marmalade Jam
2) A Good Summer Beverage - Lemon Syrup
3) Oatcake & Kidney Soup
4 & 5) Modern Pastry & Puff Pastry
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1) Shortbread
2) Fig Pudding & Fig Sauce
3) Plain Toffee - Russian Toffee - Swiss Milk
Toffee - Walnut Tablet - Cocoanut Ice - Candy - Caramels
4) Foundation for all Kinds of Cake
5) Lemon Creams - Peppermint Creams |
