Families that are shy and backward as church-members, might be visited and literature left. This I hold is priestly work. If they come not to Christ, let us, as the teachers of old, bring Christ to them. It will be read. After your footsteps can be no longer heard curiosity will come to your assistance. The little maid will pick it up, the parents will read. I have again and again left those charming temperance manifestoes of Father Mahony in homes of squalor and misery, the outcome of weekly drunks. These stray leaves, I am happy to write, in many cases marked the beginning of better things. To counteract the serials is, to use an expression, a horse of another color. Our weeklies are, as a general rule, dull. The poor take a squint at some of the dailies. This squint gives them the gist of their world. They do not care, as they will tell you, “to be reading the same thing over twice.” Our weeklies are too often a rehash of the dailies. Another remark that I often heard among them is, “that our weeklies have too much Irish news.” They are not wanting in patriotism to the home of many of their fathers, yet what interest could they be supposed to take in the long-winded personal rivalries of Irish statesmen, or the rank rant of the one hundred orators that strut that unhappy isle. A bit of McCarthy, or Sexton, will be welcomed, but they rightly draw the line at page after page of rhodomontade. If, instead of this stuff, living articles were written, short stories, poems, biographies of eminent Catholics, their Church and her great mission made known, then would the poor read, and a powerful weapon against the serials be placed in our hands. There are some of our weeklies that cannot be classed under this criticism. They are few.