Not having seen any of them at the house for some months, I one night asked my landlady what had come over her Quaker friends. " Well, Mr Lloyd," she said, "the fact of the matter is that I got so disgusted with their pretended morality and deceitful humbug that I haven't encouraged their visits for some time part. I never told you—but a very singular affair that happened—let me see —ay, nearly three months since, determined me to have done with them. It was one evening you weren't in that my husband brought home passes for four to the pit. With that I sent for Mrs D and her daughter to come and take a cup of tea. Maybe I was to blame—l confess I did it for a wee bit of devilment. When they were at the tea-table I asked them both, in the presence of each other, if they would go with myself and the good man to the theatre. Up springs Mrs D to her feet, as if she had been fired from a gun, and says to me: —' Mrs E , what do you take me for ? Don't you know that our religion prohibits us visiting any such places of abomination.' I then said, ' Perhaps your daughter will go without you;' on which the lassie burst into tears. 'Mrs D ,' says I, ' it's useless carrying on this scene any farther. You know that you've gone to the theatre with me often —and your daughter also.' The words were scarcely out of my mouth when the goodman who had been sitting listening with astonishment at the last part of our conversation, sings out —'Quack, quack, quack,— folol de diddle ol —quack, quack, quack.' This set us all on the laugh ing, when the goodman says again— ' Verily, our sisters have err-ed in the flesh; but we'll a' be freends for a' that; so, wifey, gie's a gless o' toddy, and we'll awa' thegither to the thayter.' And that's what we did. The ladies' clothes were changed as before and away we went. And now comes the droll bit of a.' On getting to the pit door, we went straight forward to the check-taker's box with our passes. 