John Jay, whon ambassador to Franee, was once in a eompany of infi dele at Paris. They talked on recklessly, venting their spite at the Bible. Juy was silent. It troubleJ them. He did not pronounce their shibboleth. They could not go on while that grave, just, true mun sat there a silent spectator, a sort of snlemn judge, riveting at last their gaze. No wonder his bearing foreed them to speak, and vvhcn they nskod, as if to relieve thernselves of their confusión and provoke his acquiescence, " Do you beliave iü Jesus Christ ?'' his silcnce had prepared tho way for his coufut-ino; and eoiifoiiiiding answer. " I do, and I thank God that I do." He was silent at the right time, aud spoke at t'ne right linie, and when he spoke said the right thing. LL" When James T. Brady firt opeaed a lawyer's office in New York, he took a basement room wbich had been previously occupied liy u cobbler. He was somewhat annoyed bv tho previous occupant's callers, and irritated by tho faot that he had few of 'his own. One day an Trishman entered. " ïlie oobblar's gone, T seo," he said, " I should thirilï he had," tartly responded Bnidy. " And what do ye sell ?" he asked, looking at tho solitsry tuble and a few law books. "Blookheads," responded Jirudy. ' Begorra," said tho Irislnnan, "you must be doing a mighty fine busiuee? - ye hiiiu'i got but oue lulu"