this makes four, and 'tis all I know out of book, and if this don't do it nothing will, and I'm a lost man. Well, when I got to Saying After Me, I rose from my knees and found the gate would open - yes, neighbours, the gate opened the same as ever.

A meditation on the obvious inference was indulged in by all, and during its continuance each directed his vision into the ashpit, which glowed like a desert in the tropics under a vertical sun, shaping their eyes long and liny, partly because of the light, partly from the depth of the subject discussed.

Gabriel broke the silence. `What sort of a place is this to live at, and what sort of a mis'ess is she to work under?' Gabriel's bosom thrilled gently as he thus slipped under the notice of the assembly the innermost subject of his heart.

`We d'know little of her - nothing. She only showed herself a few days ago. Her uncle was took bad, and the doctor was called with his worldwide skill; but he couldn't save the man. As I take it, she's going to keep on the farm.'

`That's about the shape o't, 'a b'lieve' said Jan Coggan. `Ay, 'tis a very good family. I'd as soon be under 'em as under one here and there. Her uncle was a very fair sort of man. Did ye know en, shepherd - a bachelor-man?'

`Not at all.'

`I used to go to his house a-courting my first wife, Charlotte, who was his dairymaid. Well, a very good- hearted man were Farmer Everdene, and I being a respectable young fellow was allowed to call and see her and drink as much ale as I liked, but not to carry away any - outside my skin I mane, of course.'

`Ay, ay, Jan Coggan; we know yer maning.'

`And so you see 'twas beautiful ale, and I wished to value his kindness as much as I could, and not to be so ill-mannered as to drink only a thimbleful, which would have been insulting the man's generosity--

`True, Master Coggan, 'twould so,' corroborated Mark Clark.

` - And so I used to eat a lot of salt fish afore going, and then by the time I got there I were as dry as a lime-basket - so thorough dry that that ale would slip down - ah, 'twould slip down sweet! Happy times! heavenly times! Such lovely drunks as I used to have at that house! You can mind, Jacob? You used to go wi' me sometimes.'

`I can - I can,' said Jacob. `That one, too, that we had at Buck's Head on a White Monday was a pretty tipple.'

`'Twas. But for a wet of the better class, that brought you no nearer to the horned man than you were afore you begun, there was none like those in Farmer Everdene's kitchen. Not a single damn allowed; no, not a bare poor one, even at the most cheerful moment when all were blindest, though the good old word of sin thrown in here and there at such times is a great relief to a merry soul.'

`True,' said the maltster. `Nater requires her swearing at the regular times, or she's not herself; and unholy exclamations is a necessity of life.'

`But Charlotte,' continued Coggan - `not a word of the sort would Charlotte allow, nor the smallest item of taking in vain... Ay, poor Charlotte, I wonder if she had the good fortune to get into Heaven when 'a died! But 'a was never much in luck's way and perhaps 'a went downwards after all, poor soul.'

`And did any of you know Miss Everdene's father and mother?' inquired the shepherd, who found some difficulty in keeping the conversation in the desired channel.