tis familij eirtir.
IIE COMES, NO ROYAL VESTURE
WEARING.
He comes, no royal vesture wearing,
An bumble beast the Monarch bearing;
Receive the King, Jerusalem I
Go forth with psalms, His triumph showing,
With branches green the pathway strewing,
And shout hosannas to his name.
0, Sovereign, by no host attended !
Strong champion, by no spear defedded
0, Prince of Peace, and David's Son I
Thy throne, from whose approach forever
The kings of earth Thy step would sever,
Is by Thee, without battle, won.
Unto the empire Thou bast founded,
Though not or earth, or by earth bounded,
All earthly realms shall subject be:
Forth into every land and nation,
Thy servants, armed with Thy salvdtion,
March to prepare a way for Thee.
And at Thy coming, clothed with power,
The sullen storm forgets to lower,
And waves grow calm beneath Thy tread ;
The bonds, by man's rebellion blighted,
in a new covenant are united,
And sin and death in festers led.
0, Lord of Grace and truth unending,
And love all reach of thought transcending,
Revisit us, so sorely tried 1
Thine Advent once again is needed,
To form anew Thy peace, unheeded
By worldly haughtiness and pride.
Oh, let Thy light which ne'er shall vanish,
From earth tLe power of darknees banish I
The lurid flames of discord quell ;
That we, the thrones and people loyal, •
As brethren 'neath Thy sceptre 'oyal,
In Thy great Father's house may dwell.
Fredefick Beichert, translated Ly Dr. T. S. Porter,
front Schaff's " Christ in Song."
HOW ROGER ROLFE USED HIS ENEMIES.
Roger Rolfe never had much education. He
was an orphan, and the old grandmother who
brought him up never.dreamed but that she did
her whole duty to him, seeing she fed and clothed
him, and turned him out to work on her land
lord's farm. She never petted him—not she.
She was not a woman made to pet any thing, and
she had a chronic pain in her temples. It was,
perhips, no wonder that her fellow-workers
blamed her for that; but we need not, for we
don't know what it is to stand in the sun for
twelve hours, working to keep ourselves and
the orphan of a son who never behaved very well
to us, and finally disgraced us by not having put
by any thing to save himself from a parish fune
ral—the said child itself felt by us to be but a
little eating, wearing-out mortal, every bit its
mother's child—a blue eyed, yellow-haired chit,
who was the ruination of our hopeful son, who
might have done very well but for her; said
child consequently no pleasure at all to=us, but
btill fed and clothed according to.our best ability,
and taught its duty as far as we knew it, namely,
to keep its hands from picking arid stealing, to
make a bob to the parson and the Squire,. and to
have a deep sense of its own wickedness' 4,18 t•-•
lessness, leading it especially to a silent subiriliv
rion under our own perpetual rebukes and re
proaches. We should not find such life very
easy, reader, especially if we took it as the poor
woman did, not as a little offering of self-sacrifice,
done for His sake who resigned every thing that
we might have all things, but as a sort of pana
cea by which she was to earn the strange hea
ven, which she believed had jasper gates and
golden pavements. It often seemed a little hard
to her that she must give up her good strong cui..
of tea and warn winter shawl for sake of such
remote and chilly glories. But the gospel was
not then preached at Low Laughton, and the
poor woman was as honest a 'heathen as any
whirling dervish in all Asia.
So Roger Rolfe had a hard time of it in his
younger days—though when he spoke of them in
after-days, he never conceded more than that his
grandmother "bad a temper of her own."
`• Of course, I wor trying, sir," he said to me,
"and I wasn't like her own children, who came
to her when she wanted them, and bad strength
o' body and heart to keep 'em and to love 'em.
She took me, sir., in those days when, as the Bi
ble says, the grasshopper is a burden. She must
ha' been a fine woman, sir. I often thinks o'
her when parson is preachin', specially the other
day, when he took the text, 'lnasmuch as ye
have done it unto one of the least of these, my
brethren, ye have done it unto me.' If she'd
heard how he set that out, maybe she'd have
done it sweeter like. There's one thing I thanks
grandmother for, in particular, sir. She made
me feel I was regular selfish. She was always
dinging into me that I never thought of nothing
but my own comfort and pleasure. And that
were true enough. I used to sit out in the fields
and think it over, till I made out that it were
quite true. And that's something to know, sir.
M
it's a lesson that a precious any mon, and wo
men, tco, never learn all their time, but go about
deceiving theirselves, and perhaps other people,
too, a-holding theirselves out as martyrs, While
they're martyrin' everybody else. Not as know
ing you're selfish makes ye unselfish, sir. I
knows that well enough, for I'm the selfishest
fellow going, sir. 'Deed, it strikes me, it's un
common hard to be any thing but selfish in this
'ere world, sir. We that doesn't spend all our
evenings at the public, why, it's' just because we
likes tter to sit at home; and we that keeps in
work and, doesn't come to the parish, why, sir,
it's all a pleasin' to our pride. Seems to me, the
only difference is, there's one sort o' selfishness
tharis bad for ourselves and for everybody else,
and another that is good for us and all concerned.
And there's another shade o't, sir, atween the
two, that seems good for ourselves, and doesn't
seem to interfere with au body; but that's nei
ther 'here nor there at all, for what don't do good
to nobody •else, can't be good for Vs. Thai's the
sort of selfishness granny frightened me out of.
I'll grant she frightened me into another kind.
When I wants a little pleasure, sir, I wants the
real thing, and so I always takes care that it
pleases somebody else, too. Just for my own
sake, one may say, sin. Eh, sir, but we must just
creep and crawl-along the right path the best way
we can, sir—on our bands and knees, if' need be.
One wouldn't think the Bible need warn us agen'
self-ri , rliteousness, when the world's such a thorn.
hush that it tears off every rag as fast as we put
it on. But the Bible wouldn't speak so plain if
there wasn't danger,—and I s'pose my fancying
we can be humble enough to keep away from it,
is just a sign o't sir. An' after all, it's a well
known fitc' that everybody's proudest of what
he's hardly got. When we're angels, I s'pose we
shall be humble enough, sir.
"Whenever I think of the good I got from my
old granny's fault-finding, it sets me pondering
over that text, 'speaking the truth in love.' Hu
man natur' is a queer thing, ain't it, sir ? Else
sartainly that would come quite nateral to it.
But there's very few o' one's friends, sir, that
seem to take any notice what one's doing. The
women, sir, if they likes ye, they always think
that whatever you do is right, which was the way
with my old woman, sir. More by token, if they
doesn't like ye, they say whatever you do is
wrong, and they manage to prove it, too, somehow.
But speakin' o' friends in general. 'Tisn't from
them you commonly hear of your faults, told like
physic gi'ven ye by yer mother, with a kiss be
fore band, and some sweet stuff to take it down.
No, it's yer enemies that throws 'em up at ye,
like rotten eggs at 'lection time. But, ye see, a
rotten egg wouldn't do no harm to a sweep if, it
made him go home and wash himself. And
that's the way with Caul s. It's wicked for folks
to speak 'em in malice, but it does you good, if
you take it rightly. And ye see, sir, being so
long used to poor granny's tongue, a hard word
or two doesn't set my back up. There was Tom
Dobson. He could be real. aggrawating, sir,—
the sort of man that's always wanting to make'ye
fight with him, and he found there was no bet
ter way of raising the devil in folks than to tell
'em summat that was true about themselves.
He was a shrewd fellow,—in' his cups or out,
sir.
" He'd fought with a'most everybody afore he
fell upon me. I was a young fellow then, sir,
°
not married, and saving .money. I did not be
long to the Goose Club, nor yet to the Laughton
Hand-in-Hand, which, meeting at a public house,
sir, cost a deal more than the subscriptions.
Now, sir, if I'd been asked, I'd have thought my
saving ways were a werry safe bit in my character.
But Tom Dobson, he found out more than I knew
myself.
" 'Halloa,' says he, as I passed him one Satur
day night, standing against the wall, more drunk
than sober, halloa, it's a fine thing to have a re
ligion that never costs nothing—not even stand
ing treat! Who sits on the free seats, and gets a
good warm in winter, and never puts a penny in
the box Who went to the chapel excursion
for nought, eh? We sinners pays a honest half
crown when we has a day out with the Hand-in-
Hand. When we ain't got no more tin, we'll all
turn pious, for it's cheap'
" Well, sir, he went on a-chorussing, 'We'll all
turn pious,' and I went home. Them words
stuck in ,my mind, sir. There were poorer men
than me a-wasting their money for a seat in a
dirty tap-room, =and a drink o' poison, while I
wasn't a-giving a farthing to the Lord that had
given me so much. It seemed I did not care for
Him as much as they loved their beer. And,
after all, I saw that it was out o' sheer goodness
tb us that He'll take what we can give—for
hasn't He the cattle on a thousand hills, and mi
nistering angels to do His service? And yet
He's pleased with our bit o' money or work, just
like a father when his child buys him something
with the ha'-pence he gave it. 'I took them
words to heart, sir, that I did. And I've found
that the Lord won't let you suffer by what you
give Him, though, I dare say, He might if you
only gave it a-thiukin''of what you'd get again.
A father wouldn't like it, if he knowed his boy
gave him an apple, hoping he'd get two back,—
and most like he'd disappoint the little greedy
sneak, into the bargain.
( Tu be_ Continued.)
AN OLD BOY.
Dr. Marsh, an English minister, who died
not long ago over ninety years of age, was
very fond of young people. He often in
vited some cadets from a neighboring school
to his home, where he,entertained them so
pleasantly that they learned to love him
very dearly. When leaving him one day,
one of the boys said to the others :
" What is the use of being young, when
one sees a man of eighty or ninety in better
spirits than the jolliest among us ?"
Mark this, my merry-hearted boys and
girls ! Here is an old man in better spirits
than the " jolliest" boy in a school. 'Where
did this dear old man get these spirits ?
They came from God ! This old man lived
very near God, and God became a fountain
of life in his heart. Thus his spirits were
so free and fresh even in his old age that
the boys who knew him almost wished
themselves old men.
Learn from this fact, my children, the
secret of keeping your hearts young when
you grow old. Invite God, your heavenly
Father, to live in yon and with you. ge
will accept the invitation, and when your
heads are silvered with the frosts of hoary
age your hearts will be fresher and happier
tban in the merry days of childhood.--S. S.
Advocate.
ETA SUNDOWN.
She was an Indian girl, but she loved
Jesus ; and nothing grieved her so much as
to displease Him.
" Eva," said her teacher one day, " will
you sweep the school-house for me to-night?"
"Yes, ma'am," said she, very cheerfully;
and so Eva was left alonedn the deserted
school-room.
Having occasion to return, what was the
teacher's surprise to find the broom lying
on the floor, and little Eva sobbing violent
ly.
" What is the matter, my dear child ?"
said she, anxiously.
She hid her face in Miss A.'s dress, but
could not speak. At last she said, " Oh, I've
been so wicked!"
" Why, Eva, what have you done ?"
"Oh, I don't love Jesus enough," Nbbed
PHILADELPHIA, THURSDAY, DECE
the child. " I looked mad at some girls to
day !"
“Did you strike them ?"
"No."
" Nor speak unkind words to them ?"
" Oh, no, no; but I looked mod. I was
very angry in my heart, and I'm afraid
Jesus never can forgive me."
She could not be comforted until they
knelt and asked Jesus to forgive His little
child her sin.
When they arose from prayer her face
was radiant with a sense of pardoned sin.
Eva is in heaven now with the Saviour she
was so careful to please.
That Indian girl knew that Sesui looked
at the heart even of a little child.
# THE 'VALUE OF A MINUTE.
A small vessel was nearing the steep
holmes in the Bristol channel. The captain
stood on the 'deck, his watch in his hand,
his eye fixed on it.
A terrible tempest had driven them on
ward, and the vessel was a scene of devas
tation. No one dared to ask, "Is there
hope ?" Silent consternation filled every
heart, and made every face pale. The wind
and tide drove the shattered bark fiercely
forward. Every moment they were hurried
nearer to the sullen rook which knew no
mercy, on which many ill-fated vessels had
foundered, all the crew perishing. ,
Still the captain stood motionless, speech
less, his watch in his hand. "We are lost 1"
was the conviction of many around him.
Suddenly his eye glanced across the sea;
he stood erect ; another moment, and he
cried, " Thank God, we are saved 1 The
tide has turned; in one minute more we
should have been on the rocks !" .He re
turned his chronometer, by which he had
thus measured the race between time and
tide to his pocket; and if they never felt
it before, assuredly both he and his crew
were on that day powerfully taught the
value of a minute.
SABBATH PIETY.
Here is a bit of spicy suggestion from
some anonymous source : "There is a mys
tery about this effect of the weather on
piety. Sabbath heat seems hotter, Sabbath
cold seems colder, and Sabbath rain- wetter
than that of any other day. For the same
measure of heat or cold or-rain, on a week
day will not keep one from his usual busi
ness. We need a Sabbath Almanac, calcu
lated for our churches, that will show by
its weather scale when it will be safe for a
vigorous Christian,
a weak and sickly
Christian to expose himself on the Sabbath
by going to the house of God. Such an
almanac would enable pastors and super
intendents of Sabbath-schools to know
whom they could depend on in church, Sab
bath-school, and prayer-meeting. I have
recently been examining microscopic views
of the different snow-flakes, a hundred or
so of them. I would suggest to our curious
savans in examination of Sabbath snow,.to
see if itAias a peculiarly sharp and injurious
crystal.::
LIVING BY THE DAY.
I compare, says John Newton, the troubles
which we have to undergo in the course of
the year to a great bundle of faggots, far
too large for us to lift. But God does not_
require us to carry the whole at once. He
mercifully unties the bundle, and gives
,us
first one stick, which we are to carry to-day,
and then another, which we are to carry to
morrow, and so on. This we might easily
manage, if we would only - take the burden
appointed for us each day; but we choose to
increase our troubles by carrying yesterday's
stick over again to-day, and adding to-mor
row's burden to our lowl'before 'we are re
quired to bear it. William Jay puts the
same truth another way. We may consider
the year before us 'a desk containing - three
hundred and sixty-five letters addressed to
us—one for every.day, announcing its trials,
and prescribing its employments, with an
order to open daily no letter but the letter
for the day: Now we may be strongly
tempted to unseal beforehand some -of the
remainder. This,thowever, would only serve
to embarrass us, while we should violate the
rule which our Owner and Master has laid
down for us, "Take, therefore, no thought
for the morrow, for the Morrow shall take
thought for the things of itself."
";ALL FOB THE BEST."
Bernard Gilpin was a great and good-man,
whose pious labors in the counties of West
moreland, Cumberland, Northumberland and
York, at the period of the Reformation, pro
cured for him the title by which he is still re
membered in those parts, as " The Apostle
of the North."
It appears that it was arrequent saying of
his, when exposed to losses or troubles, "Ab,
well I God's will be done ; nothing happens
which is not intended for our good ; it is all
for the best !"
Towards the close of Queen Mary's reign,
Mr. Gilpin was accused of heresy before the
merciless Bishop Bonner, and was speedily
. apprehended. He left'his quiet home, "no
thing doubting,'; as he said, "but that it was
all for the best,' though he was well aware of
the fate that might await, him; for he gave
directions to his steward "to provide him a
long garment, that he might go the more
comely to the stake" at which he would be
burnt.
While on his way to London, by some ac
cident he had a fall, and broke his leg, which
put a stop for some time to his journey. The
persons -in whose custody he was, took occa
sion thence maliciously, to retort upon his
habitual remark.
" What !" said they, "is this " all for the
best ?"
" Sirs, I make no question but it is," was
the meek reply ; and , so in very truth it prov-
IBER 2, 1869.
ed, for before he was able to travel, Queen
Mary died, the persecution ceased, and he
was restored to his liberty and friends.
PRIVATE PRAYER.
We should pray statedly at least thrice a
day. The widow of a godly man who died
recently told the writer that he always went
to secret prayer four times daily; in the
morning before he went to his work, again
in his dinner hour, once more when his day's
work was ended, and at night before he re
tired to rest.. There was a noticeable power
in the piety of this man, and he died in great
peace. Was not this attributable to his fre
quent fellowship with his Saviour?
It is very helpful to spend a few moments
in preparation before -we engage in secret
devotion. "You cannot," says Flavel, "come
reeking hot out of the world, into God's pre
sence, but you will-441d a taste of it in your
duties." How excellent was the plan of the
mother of the Wesleys, whose habit was,
when she went alone for prayer, to sit down
and think of God for some !minutes before
she addressed Him! - Many a golden oppor
tunity of fellowship with Christ is lost for
want of this. Let us when we enter into our
closet, and shut the door, thin-k, " I am-now
alone with God; -no eye -but His looks down
upon ane • no ear
but His 'hearkens to my
words. His presence surrounds me, and I
kneel before Him to implore His help. Let
me, with deep seriousness, and liVely
address myself to the Supretire God. -
" I ought to pray,_before 33eping, any _one;
Often, when 1 sleep long, or meet with
others early, and, then have., family, prayer,
and breakfast, and forenoon-bailers, is ts;
eleven or twelve o'clock before I begin se
cret prayer. This is a Wratobid-sisteti. , lt
is unscriptural. Christ rose before,day,,and
went into a solitaryWa,ca. David says,Barly
will I seek thee; Thou shalt na-Hy -hear my
voice. Mary Magdalene came to the se
pulchre' while it was yet dark.' Family
prayer loses much of its power and sweet
ness, and I can do no good to those who
come to seek it from me. The conscience
feels guilty, the soul unfed, the lamp not
trimmed. Then, when secret prayer comes,
the soul is often out of tune. I feel it is far
better to begin with God, to see His face first,
to get my soul near Him before it is near'
another. When I awake, lam still with
Thee.' "—Robert Id. MeCheyrie.
'BUDGET OF ANECDOTES.
—Enthusiastic 'English tourist in Scotland to
native coachman : " And is that indeed the
house in which Rob Roy was born?"' Native
coachman : " Eh, sir, an' it's just ane o' them."
Judy.
—Josh Billings has been discussing the ques
tion, "How fast does sound train'?" He thinks
it depends a good deal upon. the sound you are
talking about. " The sound of a dinner horn, for
instance, travels for half a, mile in,a seond, hile
an invitatshun to get up in the morning i have
known to be 3 quarters of an hour goiti up 2 pair
uv stairs, and then not hey strength enough left
to be heard."
—ln olden times, when pastors spoke right
out in meeting, a clergyman in Scituate, thus ad
dressed the late Mr. Bryant : " Neighbor Bry
ant, it is your reproach that you have disturbed
the worship by coming late, living as you did
within a mile of this place, and especially so,
since here is Goody Barstow, who has milked
seven cows, made a cheese, and walked five
miles to the house of God in good season."
—A young minister named Sparrock, finding
it impracticable to secure a collegiate education,
was doing the next best thing by studying with
an older minister. Being present on an occa
sion where several clerical gentlemen were dining
together, one of them, a portly gentleman,
named Fuller, essayed a pun at the young bro
ther's expense. Calling from the opposite end
of the table, he said, " Mr. Sparroek, can you
tell us the difference between a .sparrowhawk
and an owl?" " Oh, yes, sir," was the reply,
C. an owl is fuller in the head, fuller in the breast,
and indeed, fuller allover."
—I shall never forget the impression made
upon me, during the first year of my ministry by
a mechan_ie whom I had visited, and on whom I
urged the paramount duty of family prayer. One
day he entered my study, burstinc , into tears as
he said, "You'remember that sir; she was
my only child. She died suddenly this morn
ing; she has gone, I hope, to God. But if so,
she can tell Him what now breaks my heart—
that she never heard a prayer in her father's
house or from her father's lips 0, that she
were with me but for one day again."—Norman
Macleod.
—John Newton once paid a visit to a minis
ter who affected great accuracy in his discourses,
and> who, on that Sabbath day, had occupied
nearly an hour in insisting on several labored
and nice distinctions made in his subject. As
he had a high estimation of Mr. Newton's jndg
ment, he inquired of him, as they walked home,
whether he thought the distinctions just now in
sisted on were full and judicious ? Mr. Newton
said he thought them not full, as a very im
portant one had been omitted. " What can that
be ?" said the minister, "Bar I have taken more
than ordinary care to enumerate them fully."
" I think not," replied Mr. Newton, " for when
many of your congregation -had traveled several
miles for a meal, -think you should not have
forgotten the important distinction
.which must
ever exist between meat and bones."
—"Lend me your opera-glass, please!' These
were the words of one to another in the great
debate upon the Disestablishment of the Irish
Church. The glass was lent, and turned toward
Disraeli. " I'll be hanged if he moves a mus
cle !" were the words with which it was returned.
Control of the features was here a matter of
business; it is sometimes the dictate of courtesy.
Sir Francis Hood went to Paris for the treat
ment of his eyes, where he occupied an apart
ment on a much-traversed "passage-way. But of
all those, young and old, who called at his door
to inquire directions,, , notone, even by a look, be
trayed surprise, either at his condition (a black
ened forehead) or his place (a darkened ro om
I Decorum often demands such control of the
facial Inas-des. The preacher Who laugh e d i n
the pulpit, on seeing a small boy put his finge r in
his neighbor's red hair, and then pound it
on an imaginary anvil, had a good excuse, it i s
true; but yet, he roust have hurt his influence,
Occident.
—There is a saying recorded of a worthy
Philadelphia merchant., one of our "solid wen,"
which is worth repeating. A committee, of
which he was a member, were delayed a quarter
of an hour by the non-appearance of a perso n
upon whom their business depended At length
he came bustling in, and as he was received
with some expressions of dissatisfaction, he an
swered, " I am sorry ;• but, gentleme n , it is only
fifteen minutes." " Fifteen minutes," answered
one of them; "an hour and a quarter you should
say, for there are five of ns."—Public
—While General Butler was in command at Ne w
Orleans, a native Louisianian was observed one
day by a wag reading a staring placard on a wall
in a public street : " Buy your shirts at Moody's."
The reader inquired of the wag what that meant.
" Ok" said the joker in a solemn tone, "that
is 014 of the edicts of the tyrannical Butler."
The Louisianian remarked : "But I don't want
any shirts." " Well," said the wag, "you'd
better buy a few. It is 'the safest course to com
ply with the order; for Butler is a perfect des.
pot you know." So the frightened Creole sought
out Moody, and bought a quarter of a dozen
shirts. In due time a Paris paper arrived at
New Orleans, in which,. the facts were narrated,
as proving that Butler was both tyrannical and
.ipean = using his power to compel citizens to buy
'shirts of one Moody, who was undoubtedly his
partner.'
--When Dr. Nathan Strong .was settled in Hart
ford;' he used, during the sessions of the General
Court in the City, to seek to bring some of the
distinguished divines of the state, by exchange,
-or otherwise, to preach in his pulpit. On one
occasion Dr. Bellamy came from Bethlehem for
this purpose. La the morning he preached a
glowing sermon on the millennium. He painted
in warm and attractive colors, the state of the
world when the great forces of evil should be in
subjection and " the wolf should dwell with the
lamb." At the close he promised to tell them
in the afternoon how all this might easily be
brought about. In the afternoon, the audience
gathered with vague expectations of what was to
come, when be preached a faithful and searching
sermon on the text, "Except a man be born
again he cannot see the kingdom of God,".in
which he pressed home, with greater power ; the
duty of personal religion.
The Lowell (Mass.) Courier tells an amusing
story of an old lady—a strenuous advocate of
the "rights of women," who was recently a visi
tor at the Isles of Shoals. When she left she
was being assisted from the rowboat to the
steamer by a Lowell gentleman ,when her foot
slipped, and in she went up to her neck in the
briny deep, carrying her faithful assistant part
way with her. The latter, however, gallantly
but with great difficulty, held fast to the old lady
with one hand, to the steamer with the other, his
feet dangling in the water, and just keeping the
old,lady's head ahoVe the surface till several men
g'ot hold of them, and pulled them on the deck.
The old lid:) , behaved in 'them:lost cool and man
/id manner during the whole scene. When she
was fairly out on deck, and stood there calm and
unmoved, with the briny water dripping from her
dress, and the kind ladies all around offering her
sympatV and assistance, the first words she
spoke were : " Well, this is the first argument
Lever met with that has at allshaken my woman's
rights' notions! If there had been nobody but
women here I should most certainly have been
drowned."
—Paddy Murphy and his wife Bridget, after
many years of hard labor in ditching and wash
ing, had accumulated a sufficiency to warrant
them itt purchasing a cow (of course they had
pigs), which they did at the first opportunity.
As it was bought of a Protestant _neighbor,
Paddy stopped on his way home at the house of
the priest, and procured a bottle of holy water
with which to exorcise the false faith out of her.
"Isn't she a foine creature ?" asked Pat of
the admiring — Bridget. Jest hold her till I
fix the shed.
To save the precious fluid from harm, he took
it into the house and set it up in a cupboard
until he had ".fixed" things.. Then he returned
and brought the bottle back, again, and while
Bridget was holding the rope, proceeded to pour
it upon her back.
But poor Paddy had made a slight mistake.
Standing within the same closet was a bottle of
aquafortis, that had been procured for a dif
ferent purpose, and as it dropped upon the back
of the poor , cow, and the hair began to smoke
and the flesh burn, she exhibited decided ap
pearances of restlessness."
"Pour on more, Paddy," shouted Bridget, as
she tugged at the rope.
" I'll give her enough now," quoth Paddy, and
he emptied the bottle.
Up went the heels of the cow, down went her
head, Over went Bridget and a half dozen of the
" childer" and away dashed the infuriated
bovine down the street, to the terror of all the
mothers and the delight of the dogs.
Poor Paddy stood for a moment breathless
with astonishment, then clapping his hands upon
his hips looked sorrowfully and exclaimed.
" Be jabbers, Bridget, but isn't the Protestant
strong in her—the baste?"
—Dr..Sunderland wears his years well, and is
yet somewhat boyish in appearance as well as
stature. A good story is told of his College
days, which I cannot forbear repeating; The
students were wont to hold meetings in " the
regions round about," initiating, as I suppose,
The modern custom of . lay preaching. When
for the first time, Sunderland's turn came, he
repaired to the old school-house, warmed himself
arid took his place in the chair. This last -move
-ment a good old'lady observed with discomposure
only too evident. She fidgeted in her seat, con
ferred with her neighbors, and finally, making
her way to the beardless youth who occupied the
highest seat in the synagogup, thus addressed
"Bub,'' this is the minister's chair, you
mustn't sit here, we expect him every minute."
":111y.good woman, I am - your minister to-day,"
was the quiet reply of the embryo Doctor of
Divinity. The consternation of the old lady can
be imagined.— Vermont Chronicle.