He repeated to her two or three times her own adjuration, "Hold your peace!" then, suddenly changing his tone, cried out, "Tell him then, confound ye!

"Lorrd love ye! ye're a jool, Nich'las!" screamed O'Flynn; and the mucklucks passed from one to the other so surreptitiously that for all Kaviak's wide-eyed watchfulness he detected nothing.

Wel, gentles, ile leave ye to the Goddesse.

I reckon most men have their days when they're twelve feet high, and wouldn't stoop to say 'Thank ye' to a King.

" "Ya-as, it does, an' I don't come t' blame ye for it,mind ye, I don't blame ye fur it.

What seek ye of lifeis it arms, is it riches?

I assure ye.

MOODY WHAT THINK YE OF CHRIST? BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE Dwight Lyman Moody, the evangelist, was born at Northfield, Massachusetts, in 1837, and died in 1899.

But pray ye, Maide, it will be verie good To take the shade in this vnhaunted wood.

When the rulers of the Jews, "commanded them not to speak at all, nor teach in the name of Jesus," what did they say? "Whether it be right in the sight of God, to hearken unto you more than unto God, judge ye."

The lad's like 'im, mind ye; he thinks like 'im, he says like 'im, he does like 'im. Truth, I daur say, i' the face o' all o' ye, that no son was ever more like the father than the lad a-settin' yonner is like Robert Burnham was afoor the guid Lord took 'im to 'imsel'.

'Hold, I adjure you,' said Clotaire again to them; 'we have not right on our side; if ye be thoroughly minded to enter upon a war in which ye may find your loss, as for me, I will not follow ye.'

" "Eh, He'll be like to tak' ye soon, feyther.

As there were different nationalities present, she very simply but gracefully said she was going to sing from the Holy Scriptures, repeating the words in German and Italian, and then sang Handel's "Comfort ye," "He shall feed His flock," and afterwards, "Rest in the Lord."

No!I forbid ye!

Then he said, very simply, "I've laid awake all night, ma'am, tryin' to get bold enough to come and ask ye." Draxy looked at her husband, and said in a low voice, "You know what I told you just now, Mr. Kinney?"

"Ah, Misther Braboy," she said one evening when they sat at the supper table alone,it was the second girl's afternoon off, and she had not come home to supper,"it must be an awful lonesome life ye 've been afther l'adin', as a single man, wid no one to cook fer ye, or look afther ye."

And, what's the wust, I darn't touch ye.G'long, 'r I'll tell your mother! Venus.

So here I am a-travelling up and down the roads and mostly painting 'God is Love,' but sometimes 'Repent ye' and 'Hell yawns.'

"Bless ye, Missy Rosy!"

O, rouse ye for freedom, before on your path Heaven pours without mixture the vials of wrath!

Hermit, farewell, I'll pay ye or speak with ye next time I see ye.

What though you tell me that prompt apoplexy Grins o'er the glories of Lord Mayor's Day, 'Tis better, my boy, than blue devils to vex ye, Or ling'ring consumption to gnaw you away.

Ye can't oil me out of it with all yer fine talkI'm to do for ye when I'm minded, and yer slick talk can't save ye.

It might help to warm ye, if ye sat be the fire up-stairs.