A Good Hit

A correpondent of the Independent, Mr. X, boiug on a visit to New STork recently, deoided to go nn Sunday morning to beur Rev. Dr. Chapín. To his regret, on aniving at the ohuieb, he found not tLat emineut divine, but a stranger, who preaehed oloqueutly from the text, 'ButSiiriou's wile's motbor lay sick of a fever." X. thoueht he would go to Plymouth Ohurch in the rtiteriiQOu, to hear Mr. Beeeher. Tliere he found the same etranger in the pulpit, and ftfifaifl h listened to the expounding of tne text, " But tíirnou's wife's rnother hiy sick of a í'evor." Somewhat vexcd at his ill-succesa, X., having liberal views, went in the evoaing i.o Dr. Oi good's church. Wliat was his astouishment U being comptllcd to listen ügniii to the iiow tiimiliar s i'iiiüii, from the tame olergyiaan, Huving occhsíou uext mor'iing to (tross the ferry, X. diseovered his uext neiglibor to b9 iha straugo preacher, with his sermón under his arm. 11 I wonder what that (inging can be 'f': sugge6ted Üie straöger modestly, as í peul of bell wus heai'd fi om the oppo sit ■ shoro. "I suspect," retürhed X suvagely, eyeiug the manuscript, " tha Siuion's wife's molher must be dead. , heard in several places yesterday thu bhe wus very dangerously ill !" Th rest of the voyage passed without inci dent or conversation.