paragraphist says : As an illustration of the 'actual mental calibre of home of the Englishrycliooibby's.' I give ro d igal Son, as writ ten out by a youthful genius of our Mid lands, at a certain Sunday school the other day. There is a drawing-room game called “ Tradition,” in which the fun lies in seeing how a story comes out after passing through several hands, but I think my readers will agree with me that this lad had so great a gift of confusion of thought that he could play the game all by himself to perfection : “ The Prodigal Son was once sent to sell some grain. On his way back some thieves met him, and < stripped him and took his money from him, and then the son dare not go home to his father, but ran away, and his father went after him to seek for him. One day a good ' way off he went to church and {reached in church, and said how he had ost a son, and' after they were all gone out of church but the father of the son, the son dame out from under the seats, and the man took him home and blessed him.” . /.
The Zulu War.
