A Clerical Wood-sawyer

Doctor Bccoher depended upou constant manual labor íor keeping up his own health ; and iu Bostón, whero he could not enjoy tho luxury of a gardeu to dig in, he was often puzzled tu fiud mean to keep himsolf in good workiug order. The conssquence was that he gaweá all the wood for his own largo family, and often fuidiñg that too little, would bcg the privilege of sawing at the wood pile of a neighbor. He was fastidious in the eare of his woodsaw, having it always on hand in his study, half concealed ámong minutes of councils, incompleto magazine, artieles, and sermons, and the setting of his saw was often duly accomplished while he settled Diee points of theology wjth his boys, or look counsel with bróther ministers. Looking out of his study window one day, wheu his own woodpila was reduccd to a discouraging state of order - every tick sawed and split - he saw, with envy, the pile of old W. ia the street. Forthwith he seized his eaw, and soon the old sawyer of the street beheld a man, without cravat, and in shirt sleeves, issuing from Dr. Beecher's house, who carne briskly up and asked if ha wanted a hand at bis pile , and forthwith feil to work with a right good will, and soon proved to his brother s.wyer that he ■was po mean hand at the craft, Nodding hÍ3 head significatitly at the opposite house, W. said : "You live thero ? ' "Yes." "Work for the old man?" "Yes." "What sort of an old folios is he)?" 'Oh, pretty muoh like the rest of us. Good muu enough to ■work for." "Tough old chap, ain't he 1" 1 Gurss so, to them that try to chaw him up." So the conversation went on till the wood went so fust with the uew corner that V exclairned, "First rate eaw that of yuura I" ïhia touohed the Doctor in a tender point. He had set that saw as c&refully as the artieles of his craed - cvery tooth was critically adjusted, and go he gave a gmilo oí triumph. "1 say," g.iid W., "whcre can I get a saw like that ?" "I dun't know unless you buy mine." "Will you trade ? What do you aak ?" "I don't know. l'H thiuk about it. Cali at the house to-morrow, and I'll teil you." The uext day the old man knocked, and met tho Doctor at the door, i'resh from the haDds of his wifu, with hia coat bruskod, and cravat tiüil, going out to pastoral duty. W. gave a eturt of surprise. "Oh," said the Doctor, "You're the man that wantod to buy my saw. Well, you shall have it for nothing - only let me have 8. me of your wood to buw wiio you work on my street." W tiuid 'hnt be theti feit as if hc wanted to ciüwI iti t-j au augur-hole. - Conyregationa! QnarUrly.