Seeming to me when Christians fall out tis over what they pray for.

When they _praise God_ forget diffnses and I cant think where the quaraling comes in and so no more at present from "Yours respffly "J.

Pascoe." After supper that night, in the Parsonage kitchen Humility kept rising from her chair, and laying her needlework aside to re-arrange the pans and kettles on the hearth.

This restlessness was so unusual that Taffy, seated in the ingle with a book on his knee, had half raised his head to twit her when he felt a hand laid softly on his hair, and looked up into his mother's eyes.
"Taffy, should you like to go to Oxford ?" "Don't, mother!" "But you can." The tears in her eyes answered his at once.
She turned to his father.

"Tell him!" "Yes, my boy, you can go," said Mr.Raymond; "that is, if you can win a scholarship.