Mrs.Hazeldean, though the dearest creature in the world, has such a blunt way of inviting people--don't you think if you were to say a word to him, Carry ?" MRS.

DALE (kindly, as she wraps her shawl round her).--"Suppose you write the note yourself?
Meanwhile I shall see him, no doubt." PARSON (putting his hand on the squire's shoulder).--"You forgive my impertinence, my kind friend.

We parsons, you know, are apt to take strange liberties, when we honour and love folks as I do." "Fish," said the squire; but his hearty smile came to his lips in spite of himself.

"You always get your own way, and I suppose Frank must ride over and see this pet of my--" "Brother's," quoth the parson, concluding the sentence in a tone which gave to the sweet word so sweet a sound that the squire would not correct the parson, as he had been about to correct himself.
Mr.Dale moved on; but as he passed Captain Barnabas, the benignant character of his countenance changed sadly.

"The cruellest trump, Captain Higginbotham!" said he sternly, and stalked by-majestic.
The night was so fine that the parson and his wife, as they walked home, made a little detour through the shrubbery.
MRS.