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"I am at your service," and taking up his umbrella and his hat, run away with my bag?" up stairs, Sir," said Esther. rogue. Well, you must fetch me my night-cap, or stop, let me see, I had better go myself, if you please. And good night to you, good night to you, and what time must I be with you to-morrow?" These minor affairs settled, he set out on his walk to the Brow.

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It was a beautiful moonlight evening, and those clouds which had been tinged with the setting sun, had not yet lost their brilliancy. You live in London, I believe, Sir," said Michael. "No, Sir, indeed, I have lived in the country for some time, I have a garden and keep chickens; in short, I have all the conveniences of London, and all the pleasures of the country, except to be sure we have a little dust, which we must expect, where there are so many carriages passing; but I have some trees at the bottom of my garden, so that the dust does not annoy us much." "You would find it very different here, Sir," said Michael, "we are never troubled with dust, never amused with carriages. But as you're fond of a garden, you will find plenty of amusement, Mrs. Beal's flowers are beautiful, she al

ways took pains with them; and our rectory garden is a very fine one, for the rector and his family are all fond of flowers." "I like them myself," said Mr. Brownrigg, "I have a neighbour next door to me who laughs at my bed of carnations, he says, Well, neighbour Brownrigg, for my part, I think the finest flower is the cauliflower.' "I have often been struck with the beauty even of vegetables," said Michael Kemp, "the kail in particular." "Yes, yes," said Brownrigg,

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Michael. There is the hand of a great master, Sir, in all the works of nature.

Brownrigg. Yes, and in nothing more than our own form, and now I begin to feel I am going up hill, that I breathe with more difficulty, and my foot also is sensible of a change. I was called in the other day to assist in restoring a drowned man, we had one of the faculty with us, who was showing me how to rub so as to encourage the play of the lungs, it's very surprising! I never had a notion of it before.

Michael felt the influence of his new companion: he did not think him a religious character, and yet there was something pleasant, something that he liked, and he was careful not to offend him.

Brownrigg was equally careful to make himself agreeable to one who had so kindly provided for his accommodation. Betty Smith was at the door looking out for her master, and William at her side; and there were slippers at the fire, and the candle was lighted as soon as they entered, and the gleam sent over the ample kitchen, showed Brownrigg the clean and orderly accommodations of the farmer's dwelling his servants stood waiting to know his pleasure, and Michael did not hesitate to bring out his Bible, and to seat himself for prayer.

Brownrigg was taken by surprize, and he could not and would not object. The chapter in turn was Nathan's parable of the ewe-lamb, and the beautiful chapter being read unexpectedly, without other association, presented itself in a prominent manner to the eye of his mind; and Michael ventured to tell his household, that in many things where defects are pointed by scripture, reading this sentence," thou art the man," is suitable in its application, and in none more than in indifference. This observation fastened upon the memory of Brownrigg, and the more strongly, perhaps, because he felt that however he might conform to the

outward rites and ceremonies of the church to which he belonged, he was not much. interested in any part of its devotions, and had often been surprized to see men of sense contend with so much heat, about what he thought mere matter of opinion,

Michael observed, that in general many were more ready to make the application than to receive it: and he said this required great guard, for we must remember we were not prophets sent to our fellow-creatures with warnings and threatenings, but plain, ordinary characters, who should be ready to learn from the Word of God, and if bringing the application to our own bosoms by faith and examination, we were to say, "thou art the man," it would be more becoming than to suffer our censures to rest on others.

Brownrigg was pleased upon the whole: he thought what the young farmer said was true, and yet it was a mode entirely new to him, thus applying the scriptures, and especially the Old Testament, to ourselves. The following morning he ventured to ask Michael, "whether he had ever been a preacher?" Michael replied, "he never had, and that he was greatly surprized at the question." But as the mind of each was under the law of kind

ness, nothing that offended either passed, and the conversation turned upon village improvements, the new school, &c. &c.

As soon as breakfast was over, Mr. Brownrigg equipped himself for walking, and said he would find his way to his sister's. As he descended the hill from the Brow, he could not but observe the beauty of the surrounding landscape: the irregular, but picturesque form of the village, the church which rose ivy-crowned, and the thickly studded cottages among the distant foliage: the winding river and the level plain in the distance. "This "is all very pretty," said he, "afraid I should grow tired. I think "I should sigh for London. sigh for London. No, I do "not think it would do to transplant 66 me. I am used to the place where I "am, and I should be out of my element "here, but there is no haste, I shall take

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my time." Thus resolving, he conti

nued his way till he found himself among the high trees near the rectory. To be sure, I must have turned wrong, I never remember this. Well, there can be no harm in asking. So he went towards the back part of the house, and asked if they could direct him the way to Mrs. Beal's cottage, the servant replied, that indeed she knew nothing of her: he asked the way to the village, she told him he mus