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'Well, Miss Grey, what do you think of the new curate?' asked Miss Murray, on our return from church the Sunday after the recommencement of our duties

'I can scarcely tell,' was my reply: 'I have not even heard him preach'

'Well, but you saw hie of a lance at his face'

'But isn't he ugly?'

'He did not strikeparticularly so; I don't dislike that cast of countenance: but the only thing I particularly noticed about hiood--infinitely better, at least, than Mr Hatfield's He read the Lessons as if he were bent on giving full effect to every passage; it seemed as if the , nor the norant have failed to understand; and the prayers he read as if he were not reading at all, but praying earnestly and sincerely froood for: he can plod through the service well enough; but he has not a single idea beyond it'

'How do you know?'

'Oh! I know perfectly well; I ae in such --as if there were nobody there but hiht hand or the left, and evidently thinking of nothing but just getting out of the church, and, perhaps, horeat stupid head could contain no other idea'

'I suppose you would have had hi at the vehehly indignant if he had dared to do such a thing!' replied she, haughtily tossing her head; then, after a ood enough for his place: but I'lad I'm not dependent on HIM for amusement--that's all Did you see how Mr Hatfield hurried out to get a bow froe?'

'Yes,' answered I; internally adding, 'and I thought it so froer haste to shake hands with the squire, and hand his wife and daughters into their carriage: and,before his face, close beside the carriage steps, waiting to get in, he would persist in putting the the door, till one of the faoverness was not in yet; then, without a word of apology, he departed, wishing the the footman to finish the business