All you have to do now, is to pray unceasingly--wrestle in prayer, and you will ultimately triumph.

Sing spiritual songs, too; read my tracts with attention; and, in short, if you resist the dev--hem--Satan, they will flee from you.

Give that letter to Mr.M'Clutchy, and let me see you on the day after to-morrow--like a giant refreshed with new strength." "Well, now," said Darby, assuming a more serious look--"do you know, sir, that I think your words have put new strength into me.

Somehow I feel as if there was a load removed from me.

May the mother of heaven--hem--I do, sir; and now, as a proof of it, I wouldn't feel justified, sir, in leaving you, widout sayin' a word or two about the same M'Clutchy, who, between you and me--but I hope it won't go farther, sir ?" "I don't think it would be permitted to me to betray confidence--I humbly think so.