Little children, love one another.

Let us dwell together, my brethren, in amity," said the Doctor, putting down his glass, and forgetting that he was in Mr.Gray's study; "and please give me your ears while I show you this morning the enormity of burning widows upon the funeral pyres of their husbands." This was the Peewee Christianity; and after such a sermon the deacon has been known to say to his wife--thin she was in the face, which had a settled shade, like the sober twilight of valleys from which the sun has long been gone, though it has not yet set-- "What shocking people the Hindoos are! They actually burn widows! My dear, how grateful we ought to be that we live in a Christian country where wives are not burned!--Abraham! if you put another stick of wood into that stove I'll skin you alive, Sir.

Go to bed this instant, you wicked boy!--It must be bad enough to be a widow, my dear, let alone the burning.

Shall we have evening prayers, Mrs.Deacon ?" In the evening of the day on which the Doctor improved the drowning, and exhorted his hearers to be brave, Mr.Gray asked Gabriel Bennet, "Where was the text ?" "I don't know, Sir," replied Gabriel.

As he spoke there was the sound of warm discussion on the other side of the dining-room, in which the boys sat during the evening.
"What is it, Gyles ?" asked Mr.Gray.
"Why, Sir," replied he, "it's nothing.