On the following Tuesday came the call for a reading of the play with the company, Wednesday, at eleven.

on Monday morning; Swinney's Birmingham Chronicle, by Mr. James Ferrall, on Wednesday evening; the Birmingham Commercial Herald, by Messrs. Richard Jabet and Co. on Saturday evening; also, the Argus, on the same evening.

From the Nelson Hotel, (late the Dog Inn.) Bridgnorth, the Union coach, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings, at nine o'clock.

Cambridge, a coach through Coventry, Stamford, Stilton, &e. every morning, at eight. , the Rising Sun, through Coventry, Dunchurch, and Northampton, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning, at five.

Sheffield, the royal mail, the same as from the Hen and Chickens. , the Blucher post coach, through Lichfield, Uttoxeter, &c. every Saturday, Tuesday, and Thursday morning, at six. , the royal Telegraph, through Lichfield, Burton, Derby, &c. every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday morning, at seven.

Sheffield, the royal mail, every morning, at a quarter past nine. , the royal Telegraph coach, through Lichfield, Derby, &c. every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday morning, at seven. , the royal Telegraph, through Lichfield, Uttoxeter Ashbourne, and Bakewell, every Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday morning, at six.

Bridgnorth, a coach, through Wolverhampton, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning, at eleven.

Cambridge, the Rising Sun, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning, at half past five, through Daventry, Wellingbrough, and Huntingdon, in one day; carries four insides.

Northampton, a coach, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning, returns the same day.

GRAND ENTERTAINMENT AT WESLEY CHAPEL Wednesday Evening, Dec'r.

He took Christian and Hopeful captive for sleeping on his grounds, and locked them in a dark dungeon from Wednesday to Saturday, without "one bit of bread, or drop of drink, or ray of light."

" Late on the following day, Wednesday, while they were anxiously waiting for news, a messenger from Lee came with a call for reinforcements.

SERMON XI. BLESSING AND CURSING (Preached at the Chapel Royal, Whitehall, Ash Wednesday, 1860.)

Why then because the other is a fact likewise? Now if this be, as I believe, the doctrine of the commination service; if this be, as I believe, the message of Ash-Wednesday, it is one which is quite free from superstition or cruelty: but it is a message more disagreeable, and more terrible too, than any magical imprecations of harm to the sinner could bring.

Tuesday and Wednesday he came and gave no hint of danger, but on Wednesday night we perceived a change and on Thursday came the sentence: No hope.

Tuesday and Wednesday he came and gave no hint of danger, but on Wednesday night we perceived a change and on Thursday came the sentence: No hope.

On the Wednesday we borrowed from a little friend the other books of the series, thinking they might afford some amusement for the weary hours of illness, and Annie, my next sister, read four of the birthdays to her and then wished to stop, fearing she might be too fatigued.

That Wednesday she sat up in bed, a glass of medicine in her hand.

We got here about ten on Wednesday evening, expecting to find the house dark and forlorn, but Mrs. F. had been down and lighted it up, and put on the dining-table bread, biscuits, butter, cakes, eggs, etc., enough to last for days.

The sight of them, especially of the one who had no room at all, made me quite low-spirited. Wednesday.

In a letter to her cousin, Rev. George S. Payson, Mrs. Prentiss thus refers to his last hours: You will hear at dear Dr. Skinner's funeral to-morrow his dying testimony, and I want you to know that it was whispered in my enraptured ear, that I was privileged to spend the whole of Tuesday and all he lived of Wednesday, at his side, and that mine were the hands that closed his eyes and composed his features in death.

Give her my love," etc., etc., and as a postscript the letter had"Harold will go up for Sybylla on Wednesday afternoon.

One o'clock on Wednesday afternoon arrived; two o'clock struck, and I was beginning to fear no one was coming for me, when, turning to look out the window for the eighteenth time, I saw the straight blunt nose of Harold Beecham passing.

Wednesday, June 4th.

At 4:20 p.m. on Wednesday, we didn't need at all.