But, Air II awes, I ain hurt you should say I |.reached a sermon against you.” "I daresay you arc, sir, but who be gan it; if you had not talked of com plaining to tho justices of mo I should never liavo said a word against you.” “That is all settled; but it is due to my character to show you that I had no intention of pointing at yon or any jiving creature Horn the pulpit.” “Well, make- me believe that,” “If you will do me the favour to come to my room I can prove it. to yon.” Tho chaplain took the governor to ]-is mom and opened two drawers m a massive, table. -Mr Hawes,” Raid be, “do you sec tins pilo of sermons in this right-hand drawer?” “I see them,” said Hawes, with a doleful air, "and I suppose I shall hear some of them before long.” “Thefts,” said Air Jones, smiling with perfect good-humour at the innocuous sneer, “are sermons I when I was curate of Littlc-Btnke. have been going Littlc-Stoke discon I take, one thi^nfl^HHH^HH first pile.”

“That you mayn’t preach it again by accident! Well: that is business.” “If you look into tho left pilo near tho top, you will find the ono I preach ed against profana discourse, with the date at which it was first composed.” “Hero it is, sir,—Littlc-Stokc, May 13, 1847.” “Well, Air Hawes, now was that writ ten against you?—come!” “No ! I confess it could not; but look hero, if a man sends a bullet into me, it doesn’t matter to me whether he made tho gnu on purpose or shot mo out of an old ono that ho had got by him." “But I tell you that I took tho ser mon out in its turn, and knew no more what it was about until I opened it in tho pulpit, than I know what this one, is about which I am going to preach next Sunday morning—it waa all chance.” “It was my had luck, I suppose,” said Hawes a little sulkily. “And mino too. Could I anticipate that a discourse composed for and preached to a rural congregation would bo doomed to havo a personal applica tion here?” “Well, no!” “I havo now only to add that I ex tremely regret tho circumstance.” "Say no more, sir. 