* I can read Miss MARY WEBB'S studies of the peasant mind with great pleasure, but at the same time I am doubtful whether she is as successful in Gone to Earth (CONSTABLE) as she was in her first novel, The Golden Arrow.

And as I said to my son,to my Dick, you know" (Mr. Hardcastle had a son of whom he always spoke as if sole owner of him, and indeed solely responsible for his being),"'Dick,' I said, when he spoke disrespectfully of Mr. Webb's prayers,and Mr. Webb is a powerful prayer-maker, to be sure,'Dick,' I said, 'church is like physic, and the more you don't like it, the more good it does you.

And if you think Mr. Webb's prayers are too long, it's a sign that for your soul's salvation they ought to be longer.'

It was even whispered that Maria Upjohn had in an incautious moment confessed that she preferred the litany to Mr. Webb's spontaneous effusions, and had been summarily sat upon by her mother, whose Bible contained an eleventh commandment curiously omitted from the twentieth chapter of Exodus in other versions, and reading: "Thou shalt not become an Episcopalian, and if possible, thou shalt not be born one."

His daughter Maria, faithfully at her mother's side, sat with one ear grudgingly lent to the prosy heaviness of Mr. Webb's light talk, and her whole face turned longingly toward the spot where the happy sinners were gyrating, and, seeing her father there, her round eyes grew rounder than ever, as she watched in breathless alarm lest the earth should open under his feet in instant retribution.

I have been requested by one who has long known the deep interest I have ever taken in the cause of Freedom, and in the elevation of the coloured race, to supply a few lines of introduction to Mr. Webb's book.

" I hope and trust that Mr. Webb's book will meet with all the success to which its own merit, and the great interest of the subject, so well entitle it.

He pulled out his note-book, examined Miss Webb's direction very carefully, and then went off another way altogether, toward the Hare and Hounds.

"Webb's Edward's Gram.

Mr. Webb's object, in designing this engine was to secure in the first place a greater economy of fuel, and secondly, to do away with coupling rods, while at the same time obtaining greater adhesion, with the freedom of a single engine.

Another example is Mr. Webb's tank engine on the North-Western Railway, which presents a contrast to the foregoing.

The engine is fitted with Webb's hydraulic brake, and steel, manufactured at Crewe, is largely used in its construction.

"Webb's," mentioned in the following extracts, was also a place of a similar description: "April 25.

It came round about the fences, and up to the gravel walkspeople could not walk to Webb's and Storie's.

"April 3, 1685.This afternoon nine or ten houses were burned or blown up, that looked into S. James's Park, between Webb's and Storie's."Diary of Phillip Madox, MS.

The latter were engraved, and published in Webb's volume on Stonehenge; but the Sketches of Castles have never yet been published.

When it did it sounded a little as if the speaker had his head in the clothespress which opened from the small bedroom, albeit the tone was gay enough: "Webb's one of the best men I know.

"WEBB'S Monitor, p. 120.

Mr. Webb's experience at his first trial of the process, will illustrate its tendencies and results.

Mr. Webb's flock then consisted of seven hundred breeding ewes, a proportionate number of lambs, and about four hundred rams of different ages.

It would be impossible to measure the benefit which the whole world reaped from Mr. Webb's labors in this department of usefulness.

But two or three animals bought by an Australian gentleman were still in the keeping of Mr. Webb's son, awaiting arrangements for their transportation.

He was the greatest darling that ever lived (son of Maria and Mr. Webb's 'Ruler,' a famous dog given him by Lord Rivers), and was, when he died, about seven or eight years old.

"This is scarcely a visit to you," Mrs. Conyers went on; "I have been paying one of my usual pastoral calls: I have been to Ambrose Webb's to see if my cows are ready to return to town.

I'll bring something to cure you, fresh from the country, fresh from Ambrose Webb's farm.