Pat's Idea Of The Divinity

A íriend, whom we ehall cali Pat, for short,' tells us the following good story about himself: When but an idle boy. he was called up in a country school and the quostion suddenly propounded by the pedagogue - "Patrick, how mahy Gods are there?" Pat was not a distinguisbed theologian then, and years bave made him no bettcr "very fast" in such matters, but he promptly responded - "Three, sir." "Take j'our seat!" thundered the master, "and if in five minutes you don't answer correctly, 1,11 welt you." The probationary period passed, and Pat, taking tho floor hesitatingly, stated the number of Gods at "five, sir." He received the proraised "welting" and a remand to his Beat ten minutes for considcration. The ten minutes up, Pat was up too, and satisfied that he hadn't fixed the matter sufficiently high before, ho ehouted, -'There's ten, sir.,' He saw the ferule descending, aud behing out of the door' ho cleared a five-rail fence, and broke like a quarter horse across the field. Panting with exertion, he met a lad with a book under his arm, and with tho look of one desiring thu pursuit of knowledge mider difficulties. "Where are you goiog?" askad Pnt. "ïo sohool yonder," wns the reply. "You are, ave?" said Pat, quietly. "How many Gods are there?" "One," answered the boy. "Well, you'd better not go down there. You '11 have a good time with yoiir one God. I've jnst left there with ten. and that waen't enough to save me from the darndest licking you ever heard of."