One For The Parson

flot a thousand miles trom Boston there is a small chapel in which worships a congregation of people who arecertainly as devout and perhapa as enlightened as the average, The clergyman of the parish is a kind-hearted, well-moaning man, and though he loves the good things of this lower world, and flnds considerable enjoyment therein, he does not forget'to point out the way to a sphere more elevated and spiritual. Not long since our parson was engaged in questioning the youthful pertion of his flock on religious subjects ; and this he was wont to do in presence of the congregation, as he had no regularly organized Sabbath school. He had a Bible class, and that was all. We might here remark that the reverend gentleman' father had been a trialustice, and that before entering the ministry he had helped his parent in his office. Henee his questions to his Bibleclass were apt at times to smack of the oíd judicial way. On the oocasion referred to - at the close of a Sabbath's services - after havcatechised a nutnber of the smaller children he oame to a sturdy, sandy-haired 2jirl, tho daughter of a village inn-keeper. " Now, my girl,'r 6aid he, with a judical precisión, but with benign look and nod, ' what is your name p" The girl gasped in wonder. " I ask you, my chüd, what is your name ?" repeated the clergyman, persuasively. " Sure, Parson," she responded, with a .ouch of reproof in her tone, " you be oolin' wi' me. You know tuy name well enough. Don't you alwaya when you come to our house of a night, say to me - Here, Jenny, brew me another mug of lip, an' make it hot and strong V' Sure, four reverence forgets." It is needless to add that the catechisng proceeded no further on thut occasion. ■ III !■■