We had a stirring meeting in the schoolroom.

Papa took the chair, and Mr.C.and Mr.W.acted as his supporters, one on each side.

There was violent opposition, which set Mr.C.'s Irish blood in a ferment, and if papa had not kept him quiet, partly by persuasion and partly by compulsion, he would have given the Dissenters their kale through the reek--a Scotch proverb, which I will explain to you another time.

He and Mr.W.both bottled up their wrath for that time, but it was only to explode with redoubled force at a future period.

We had two sermons on dissent, and its consequences, preached last Sunday--one in the afternoon by Mr.W., and one in the evening by Mr.C.All the Dissenters were invited to come and hear, and they actually shut up their chapels, and came in a body; of course the church was crowded.