It was sung by the congregation, in like manner with the former--the preacher reading two lines at a time, after having first gone through the perusal aloud of the piece entire.

With the recognised privilege of the romancer, who is supposed to have a wizard control over men, events, and things alike, we are enabled to preserve the paraphrase here:-- "SHEPHERD'S HYMN" "Oh, when I rove the desert waste, and 'neath the hot sun pant, The Lord shall be my shepherd then--he will not let me want-- He'll lead me where the pastures are of soft and shady green, And where the gentle waters rove the quiet hills between.
"And when the savage shall pursue, and in his grasp I sink, He will prepare the feast for me, and bring the cooling drink-- And save me harmless from his hands, and strengthen me in toil, And bless my home and cottage-lands, and crown my head with oil.
"With such a Shepherd to protect--to guide and guard me still, And bless my heart with every good, and keep from every ill-- Surely I shall not turn aside, and scorn his kindly care, But keep the path he points me out, and dwell for ever there." The service had not yet been concluded--the last parting offices of prayer and benediction had yet to be performed--when a boy, about fourteen years of age, rushed precipitately into the assembly.

His clothes were torn and bloody, and he was smeared with dirt from head to foot.

He spoke, but his words were half intelligible only, and comprehended by but one or two of the persons around him.

Munro immediately rose and carried him out.