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POETRY. The Grand-Mother. BY MRS. LYDIA JANE PIERSON. Ye-, slip i" old ail wry feeble nor, ! I'urre is a sli-dow in In r faded eyes, j l 1 Mrs jir-' nl.iie u p-'ii her shrivei'd brow, . Ami tie.uty's sliroiiJ o'er nil her leiitures lir. ! She ha not strength to walk, but all day ! long Sin wearily and meekly in her chair. While round her mo'.es the young and active throng, Impell'd by hope, by love, by t;iii!, or ; care. They he.cd her net nor deem that she can loci n interest in their lfil. their joy, or cure; hpy cannot sen the !i-ari. thai lovrth mill. And yf.'-.irntth for ilium with a constant prayer.' Hut wlien band the youngest of the. household Creeps lovingly to de rand-mamma's fl'd, Soon to the bright brow moves the wUher'i! hand, And ifentlu loving words tho young one gi cot. And when she. sillcih with her head rrclin'd, And her dull eyelids closed as if in sleep. If ya could sco the thoughts that tuove her mind. The lightest hearted of yo all would wuep. Memoirs of youth and beauty, hope and love. Of hijjli ainliilion. and of proud success; Of honors such an few on canh may prove And wraith with all its tieacherous Mis sed ness. Of loved ones, bright with hope, and joy, and youth, Who cliistrr'd round her in life's blessed spring. Whose hearts replied to hers with earnest truth. Wbort fri.nJ-3 tiling. ij) seem'd a pure, immortal I !i util'ul ag-iin. c i ress'd ; can' anJ A i . f..hl tin tho m irhle i grn .,i imirmiiis All. II "lie C.,11 i The hcail of i now oes that o!d j'ate end lonn jiiihii leeletli now. J nt sec, she lifieth ""her dim eyes to heaven. And prays fur what! for patience to en dure A little longer tiil the veil is riven Which shuts her from the world where all u pure. A liltle longer ! Oh, if y can feel. ' Dear with her cheiisli her that Utile all she asketh with a cheerful Zeal, Fulfil ibe wish she failelh to express. And listen reverently unto her words, For they are full of wt'.il .mi, garuer'd up Along life's pains, which sho h'.tll well ex plor'.l, Proving all fruils and lasting every cup. An I I Fo wlien slin tid'elli you of days of yore. her, and with pleas d attention bow, iw.M-i mien is heard by her no ' - attires are with Memory .V- Si II li'ep.ili fresh within her or ISI I tiuas imiiI roses of the loves of youth She ;.'Ves to com, i them o'er, and then is n'.'st d wei ii ng on meir excellence and (ruth. In ur ir vi tin uer- -dove her yet a few days inon Sim hath loved much, and suffered now with F.iitli .She siltelh meekly on life's twilight shore, And lisienelh lor the Welcomn Voice ol D-aih. j j 1 ! j I ! j I I ! BY MRS. LYDIA JANE PIERSON. An Hour a the Old Play-Ground. I sat an hour to-day, John, Hespie tim old brook stream ; lo re wo were schoi,-hoys in old times, When manhood was a dream; Tho brook is choked with falling leaves, The pond is dried away, I scarce believe that you would know The dear old place to-day ! Tho school-home is no more, John, lieneath our locust trees, The wild rose by the window side, No more waves in the breeze ; The scattered stones look desolate, The sod they rested on Has been ploughed up by stranger hands, Since you and 1 were gone. Tbe chestnut tree is dead, John, And what is sadder now, The broken grape-vine of our swing Hangs on the withered bough ; I read our names upon the bark, And found the pebbles rare, Laid up beneath the hollow side, As we bad piled them there. Beneath tho grass-grown bank, John, 1 lookeil for tbe old spring That bubbled down the alder path, Three paces from the swing; The rushes grow upon Ibe brink, The pool is black and bare, An I not a foot, ibis many a day, It seems, lias trodden there. I took the old blind road, John, That wandered up the hill ; 'Tis darker than it used to be, And seems so lono and still ; Tim bird;! cin'j yet upon the tonpt , Where once the sweet grapes bung, Itut not rt voice of human kind, Where all our voices rang. I int me on the fence. John, Tint lies as in old times, The snrne half panned in the path, We nsnl sooft to climb, And thought how o'er the bars of life Our playmates had paused on, And left tui' counting on the spot, The faces that lire gone. MISCELLANEOUS. From the Saturday Evening Post. The Eleventh Commandment. BY T. S. ARTHUR. 'la there a go d fire in the little spare room, Jane V Bind Mr. Wjde, a plain country fariin'r, coming into the kitchen whero his good wile was busy in preparing for supper. Oh, yes, Fvo mado the room as coinlorta- ble as can he, replied Mrs. Wade; Mini 1 wish you would lake up a (mud armful ol wood now, so that we won't havu lo disturb Mr. N , hy going iniii iho room al'ier be (rets lo re.' 'If he should come this evening,' rcmaik ! rd the husband. ' Hut il is netting lale, and I'm nt'laid he won't be hern belore. the morn I ing.' -Oh, I gues be will be along soon. I huve felt all day as if ho wore coming. 1 want to see htm very much.' 'They say be is a good man, and preaches most powerfully. Air. .lours heard him in New York, at the last Conlerence, and he tells me he never heard such a sermon as be gave them. It cut right and left, and his woids went home lo every heart like arrows of con- viciion.' I hope ho will be hern this evening,' re- mm lied the wife, as she put some, cakes in tii f oven. And so do I,' remarked Mr. Wade, as be turned away, and went out to I he wood pilo for an armful of wood for the expected miu isier s room. Il was .Saturday afternoon, and nearly sun down. Mr. i , who was expected to arrive, and fur whose comfort eveiy prepara tion in their power lo make, bad been com pleted by the family at whose house he was to slay,' was the new Presiding Elder of 0 District, in the New Jersey Confer ence. Quarterly meeting was to be held on . ish ih'i O.iy, winch was Sunday, when Mr. . was lo preach, and administer the ordinances of ll'.e church. Ueing his first .i, i to ihat part of the District, the preacher i. ..s Know n lo but few if any ol the members, .in d ibev ail locked lorwaru lo his arrival with ii, lores ,' iinj ere prepared to wilcouie bim with respect ami alleeiion. Tho h'.usi! of Mr. Wade was known as the inioiiiT's home.' For years, in their move ments through Hie circuit, the preachers, as ihey cain round to this in the field of their app. limed labor, were welcomed by Brother and Sister Wade, and the Utile spare cham ber mule comfortable for their reception. It was felt by those honesl-bearted people, inure n privilege, tjian a duly thus lo share. Iheir temporary blessings with the men of God who minislered loil.em in holy things. They had their weaknesses, as wo all have. One of these weaknesses consisted in a linn beliel that they were deeply imbued with genuine religion, and regarded things spiritual above all worldly considerations. They were kind, irood people certainly, but not as deeply read in tho lore ol iheir own liearis, not as laminar with the secret springs of thoir own actions, as nil of us should desire to be. But, this was hardly to be wondersd at, seeing that Iheir position in the church was rather ele vated as compared with those around Ihein, and they were the subjects of little distin guishing tnarki, llattering to the natural man. ! " While Mr. Wade was splitting a log at tho j wood-pile, bis thoughts on the new Presiding KMer, and bis feelings warm with the anti j eipaled pleasure of meeting and entertaining Mm, a man of common appearance approach j ed along tho road, and when ho came to j whero the fanner was, 6tood sliil and looked at him unlit ho had finished culling the log, and was preparing to lift tho clefl pieces in his arms. ' Uaihcr s cold day, this,' said the man. 'Yes. rather,' returned Mr. Wade, a liulo indifferently, and in a voice meant to repulse the stranger, whose appearance did not im press him very favorably. ' How far is it to D V inquired the man. Three miles,' replied Mr. Wade, who, having biled bis arms with wood, was begin ning to move off towards the bouse. ' So far J' said Ibe man, in a lono that was slightly marked with hssitation. " I thought it was but a little way from this.' Then, with an air of hesitation, and speaking in a respectful voice, be added; '1 would feel obliged if you would let me go in and warm myself. 1 have walked for two miles in the cold, and as D is still three miles off, I shall be chilled through before I get there.' So modest and natural a request as this, Mr. Wade could not refuse, and yet, in the way he said ' Oh, certainly,' thero was a manner that betrayed his wish that tho man had passed on and preferred his request some where else. Whether this was noticed or not, is of no consequence; tho wayfarer, on ibisassent tohis request, followed Mr. Wade into the hcuse. ' .lane,' said llie farmer, as he entered with the stranger, and his voice was not as cordi as it might have been; ' let this man warm himself hy 'he kitchen fire. Ho has to go all the way to L) tins evening, and says ho is cold. 1 here is a Kind ot magnetic intelligence in the tones of the voice. Mrs. Wade, under stood, perfectly, by the way in which this was said, that her husband did not feel much sympathy for the stranger, and only yielded the favor asked because he could not well re- fuso to grant it. Her own observation did not correct the impression her husband's man ner had produced, i he man s dress, though neither dirty nor ragged, was not calculated tu impress any one very favorably. His hat was much worn, and the old gray coat in which lie was hulioned up tn the chin, had seen so much service that il was literally threadbare I rem collar to skirt, and showed numerous patches, darns, and other evidences ot tiesdle work, applied long since its ongl nal manufacture, llis cow-hide boots, tho' whole, had a cearse look; and bis long dark bard gave his face, a not very prnpneses Titif "lie at best, a no very attractive jh ct. ' You can sit down there,' said Mrs. Wade, a little ungraciously, for she felt the presence of tho man, just at that particular juncture, as an intrusion; and she pointed to an old chair that stood near the fire place, in front of which was a large Dutch oven containing some of her best cream short nalr.es, prepared especially for Mr. . , the new Presid ing lllder, now momentarily expected. Thank you, ma'am,' returned the stran ger, as he took the chair, and drew cp close to the biasing hearth, and removing bis thick woollen gloves, spread his hands to receive the genial warmth. Nothing more was said by either the stran ger or Mr. Wade, for the space nf three or four minutes. During this time, the goed housewife, passed In and out, once or twice, busy iir she could bn in looking after supper f Hairs. The lid nf the ample Dutch oven had hern raised once or twice, and both tlio eves and nose, of the traveller greeted with a pleasant token of the good fare sunn to he setved up in the family. He was no longer cold ; but Ibe sight mill smell of the cakes and other good things in preparation by the lady, awakened a sense of hunger, and niadii il keenlv felt. Tut, as the comfort of a little warmth' had been so reluctantly bestowed, lie coiiid not think of trespassing upon the far mer and his wife for a bite ol supper, and so commenced diawing on his heavy woollen gloves, and buttoning- up his old gray coat. While occupied in doing this, Mr. Wado came into the kitchen, and said ' I'm afraid, Jane, that the minister won'l be along lliis evening. It's after sun-down, arid begins to grow duskisl,.' ' He ought to have been hero an hour ago,' returned Mrs. Wade, in a tone of disappoint ment. ' it's gelling late, my fiiend.and D. is a good distance ahead,' remarked the farmer. alter standing with his liacli to the lire, and regarding lor some moments the stranger, who had taken off his gloves, and was slowly unbuttoning his coat again. ' It's three miles, you say V 'Yes. good three miles, if not more; mid it will be dark in half an hour.' ' What direction must 1 take 1' inquired the stranger. ' Y'ou keep along the rnnd until you enme lo the meeting house on the top of the hill, half a mile beyond this, and then you strike off to the right, and keep straight on.' ' What meeting houso is ill' 'The D Methodist Meeting Horse.' 'You are expecting tbe minister,! lliink you just now said 1' 'Y'es. Mr. N , our new Presiding F.lder, is to preach to-morrow, and ho was to have been here this afternoon.' ' He, is to stay with you 1' 'Certainly he is. Tiie preachers all stay at my house.' . The man got up, and went to the door and looked out. 1 Couldn't yon give me a little something to eat before I go, he said, returning. 'I havn'l tasted food since this morning, and feel a little faint.' Jane, can't you give him some cold meal and bread?' Mr. Wade turned to his wife, and she answered, just a little fretfully, Oh yes, I suppose so; and going to the cupboard, brought out a dish containing a piece of cold fat bacon that had been boiled with cabhage for dinner, and half a loaf of bread, which she placed upon the old kitchen table, and told the man to help himself. The stranger did not wail for another invitation, hut set to work in good earnest upon the bread and ba con, while the farmer stood with bis hands behind him, and his hack to the fire, whist ling the air of ' Auld Lang Syne,' while he mentally repeated tho words of the hymn ' When I can read my Tille clpnr,' and wished that his visitor would make haste and get through with his supper. Tho latter, af ter eating for a short tiine with the air of a man whose appetite was keen, began to dis cuss the meat and bread with more delibera tion, and occasionally lo ask a question or make a remark, the replies lo w hich were not very gracious, although Mr. Wade forced himself lo bo as polite as he could be. I ho homely meal at length concluded, the man buttoned up his coat and drew on his coarse woollen gloves again, and thanking Mr. and Mrs. Wade for their hospitality, opened the door and looked out. It was quite dark, for there was no moon, and the sky was veiled in clouds. 1 he wind rushed into Ins lace, cold and piercing, rcr a moment or two lie stood with his hand upon the door. and then closing it, he turned back into the house, and said to the larmer 'You say it is still three miles to D V ' I do,' replied Mr. Wade, coldly. ' I said so to you when you first stopped, and you ought to have pushed on like a prudent man. You could have reached there belore it was nuile dark. 'But 1 was cold and hungry, and might have fainted by the way.' The manner of saying this touched the far mer's feelings a little.and caused bim to look more narrowly into the stranger's face than he had yet done. But he saw nothing more than he had already seen. You have warmed and fed me, for which I am thankful. Will you not bestow anoth eractol kindness upon one who is in a strange place, and if he goes out in Iho darkness may lose himself and perish in Iheculdl' The peculiar form in which this request was made, and the tone in which it wzs ut tered, put it almost out of the power of the farmer to say no. 'Go in there and sit down,' ho answered, pointing to the kitchen, 'and I will see my wife, and hear what sho has lossy.' And Mr. Wado went into the parlor where the supper table stood, covered with a snow white cloth, and displaying his wife's set of blue-sprigged china, that were only brought out on special occasions. Two liill mould candles were burning thereon, and on the hearth blazed a cheerful hickory fire. 'Hasn't thai oU fellow gone yell' asked Mrs. Wade. She had heaid his voice as he relumed frum the door. No. And what do you suppose! He wants us to let him stay all night.' Indeed, and we'll do no such thing! We can't have the likes of him in the house, no how. Where could he sleep!' Not in the best loom, even if Mr. , -shouldn't come.' 'No, indeed!' ' But 1 really don't see. Jane, how we can turn him out of doors. He doesn't look like a very strong man. and it's dark and cold, and full Ihreo miles to D ." . 'It's too much! He ought to have gone on while he had daylight, and not lingered here as he did until it got dark.' We can't turn him out of doors. Jane : ann lis no j mur.i ci it, tit II have lo et iv new.' But what can we do w'uh bim 1' 'He seems like n decent man, at least; and don't look as if he had any thing bad about him. Wo might make him a bed on the floor somewhere.' ' I wish lie had been to Uuinpa before be came here!' said Mrs. Wade, fretfully. The disappointment the conviction that Mr. N. would not arrive occasioned her to feel, and the intrusion of so unwelcome a visitor as the stranger, completely unhinged her mind. 'Oh, well, Jane,' replied her husband, in a soothing voice, 'never mind. We must make the best of it. Poor man! He came to us tired and hungry, and we have warmed him and fed him. He now asks shelter for I the night, and we must not refuse him, nor grant his request in a complaining, reluctant spirit. You know what the Bible says about entertaining angels unawares.' Angels ! Did you ever see an angel look like him 1' ' Having never secnan angel,' said the hus band, smiling, ' I am unable tu speak as to their appearance.' This had the effect lo call an answering smile lo the faco of Mrs. Wade, and a better feeling to her heart. And it was finally agreed between them, lhat Ibe man, as he stemed like n decent kind of a person, should be permitted to occupy the minister's room, if that individual did not arrive, an rveni to which they both now looked with hut small expectancy. If he did come, why the man would have to put up with poorer accommo dations. When Mr. Wade returned to the kitchen, whero the stranger had sealed himself before the lire.be informed bim lhat thev had decid ed to let him stay nil night. The man ex pressed in a few words, his grateful sense of! the kindness, and then became silent ate thoughllul. Soon niter, the farmers wile, giving up all hope of Mr. N 's arrival, had supper taken up, which consisted of cof fee, warm cream short cakes, and sweet cakes, broiled bam, and broiled chicken. After all was on the table, a short conference was held as tn whether it would not do to invite the! stranger to take supper. Il was true, they had given hiin as much bread and bacon as he could eat ; but then, as long as he was go-1 ing to slay nil night, it locked too ii.hosplta- ble lo sit dow n to the table v, ml not ask bim to join thcin. So, making a virtue of neces sity, he was kindly asked to come in to sup per, an invitation which be did not decline. tiracewas said over the meal by Mr. Wade, and then the coffee was poured out, the bread helped and the meat served. 1 here was a fine little boy of some five or six years old at tho table, who had hern brightened up and dressed in bis best in or der to grace the minister's reception. Char- ey wiih lull of talk, and the parents felt a na tural pride in showing him oil, even before their humble guest, who noticed him particu larly, although he had not much to say. Come, Charier, said Mr. W ade, after the meal was over, and he sat leaning back in bis chair, ' can't you repeat the pretty hymn mam ma learned you last Sunday ! Charley 6tarted off, without further invita tion, and repeated, very accurately, two or three verses of a new camp-meeting hymn that was just then very popular. .. ' Now let us hear you say the Command ments, Charley,' spoke up the mother, well pleased with her child's performance. And Charley repeated them w ilh the aid of only a little prompting. "How many Commandments are there!' asked tho father. The child hesitated, and then looking up at the stranger, near whom he sat, said,inno crntly, ' How many are there !' The man thought for some moments, and said, as if in doubt v ' Eleven, are there not!' ' Kleven!' ejaculated Mrs. Wade, looking towards the man wilh unfeigned surprise. 'Eleven!' said her husband, with more of rebuke than astonismcnt in his voice. 'Is it possible, sir, lhat you do not know how many Commandments there are! How ma ny are. thero, Charley 1 Come! Till me; ynu know, of course.' ' Ten,' said the child. 'Right, my son,' returned Mr. Wade, with a smile of approval. 'Ui',ht! Why, there isn't a child of his age within ten miles who can't loll you Qiat there are ten Command ments. Did you never read the Bible, sir!' addressing the stranger. When I was a Utile boy, I used to read in it sometimes. But, I am sure I thought there were eleven Commandments. Arc you not mistaken about there being only ten!' Sister Wade lifted her hands in unfeigned astonishment, and exclaimed, Could any one believe ir! Such ignor ance of the Bible!' Mr. Wado did not reply, but be arose, and going to one corner of the room where the Good Book lay upon a small mahogany stand, brought it to the table, and pushing away his plate, cup and saucer, laid the volume befoie bim, and opened to that portion whure the Commandments are recorded. 'There!' ho said, placing bis finger upon a proof of Ibe stranger's error. 'There! look for yoi.rse)f !' The man came round from his 6ule of the table, and looked ever tbe farinei's shoulder. There! Ten d'ye seel' 'Yes, it does suy ten,' replied tbe man. 'And yet, it 6eems lo me that there are eleven. I'm sure I have always thought so.' 'Doesn't it say ten, here J' inquired Mr. Wade, with marked impatience in his voice. ' It does, certainly.' 'Well! What more do you want! Can't you believo the Diblel' ' Ob, yes. I believo tho Bible, and yel, somehow it strikes me that there must be ele ven commandments. Hasn't one been added somewhere else 1' Now this was too much for Brother and Sister Wade to bear, fuch ignorance on sa cred matters they felt to be unpardonable. A long lecture followed, in which the man was scolded, admonished, and threatened with Divine indignation. At its close, be modestly asked if he might have tho Bible to read for an hour or two, before retiring for the night. This request was granted with more pleasure than any of the preceding ones. Shortly alter Bupper the man was conducted to the Utile spare room, accompanied by the Bible. Before leaving bim alone, Mr. Wado felt it to bo his duty to exhort him on spiritu al things, and he did so most earnestly for ten or fifteen minutes. But he could not see that his words made much impression, and he finally left his guest, lamenting bis igno rance and obduracy. In the morning, tho man came down, and meeting Mr. Wade, asked him if he would he a Kind us to lend hiin a razor, thai lie ' ! j ' ! : ! ! might remove bis beard, which did not give bis face a very atlractive aspect. His request was complied wilh. We will have family prayer in about ten minutes,' said Mr. Wjide, as he handed him a razor and shaving box. In len minutes the man appeared and beha ved himself w ith due propriety at family w or ship. After breakfast be thanked the farmer and his wife for their hospitality, and depart ing, went on his journey. I en o clock came, and Mr. N had not yet arrived. So Mr. and Mrs. Wade started oil' for the meeting house, not doubt ing that they would find him there. Uut they were disappointed. A goodly number of peo ple were Inside Ibe meeting house, and a goodly number outside, but the minister had not arrived. ' Where is Mr. N !' inquired a doz en voices, as a little crowd gathered around the farmer. He hasn't come vet. Something has de tained him. But 1 still look for him; indeed, I fully expected lo find him hrre.' The day was cold, and Mr. Wade, after j becoming thoroughly chilled, concluded to ! go in, and keep a near look out for the minis- i ter from the window near which be usually sat. Olhers, from (he same cause, follow ed his example, and Ibe little meeting house was soon lilltd. and mill, one alter another came dropping in. The farmei, who turned towards the door each time it opened, was a ; Utile surprised to see his guest of the prevt- i ous night enter, and come slowly along the j aisle, looking from side, to side as if in search . of a vacant seat, very few of which were now j left. Still advancing, he finally passed with- ; in the liltle enclosed altar, and, ascending to llie pulpit, look off his old gray overcoat and 6at down. By this time Mr. Wade was by bis side, and w ith Ins hand upon his arm. ' You musn't sit here. C'omn down, and I'll show you a seat,' ho said, in an excited lone. Thank you.' returned the man. in a com posed voice. ' It is very comfortable here.' ' But you are in the pulpit! You are in the pulpit, sir !' 'Oh, never mind. It is very comfortable here.' And the man remained immoveable. Mr. Wade, feeling much embarrassed, turn ed away, and went down, intending to get a brother 'official' in the church lo assist him in makinga forcible ejection of the man from' the place ho was desecrating. Immediately upon his doing so, however, the man arose, and standing up at the desk, opened the hymn book. His voice thrilled to the very finger ends of Brother Wade, as, in a distinct and impressive manner, he gave out tho hymn be ginning 'Help us to help C3c!i other. Lord, I'ach other's cross to bear; Let each bis friendly aid afford, And feel a brother's care.'' The congregation arose after the stranger had read the entire hymn, and he then repeat ed the two first lines for them to sing. Bro ther Wado usually started the tunes. He tried it Ihiu time and went oft' on a long metre tune. Discovering his mistake at the second word, he balked, and tried it again, but now ho stumbled on short metre. A musical brother here came to his aid, and led off wilh an air that suited the measure in which the hymn was written. Afier the singing, the conore- gation kneeled, and the minister, for no one now doubted his real character, addressed the Throne of Grace with much fervor and elo- quence. Tlio reading of a chapter from the succeeded lo these exercises. Then there was n deep pause throughout tho room in anticipation of the text, which the preach er prepared to announce. Bioiher Wade looked pale, and his bands and knees trembled Sister Wade's face was like crimson, and her heart was beating so loud that she wondered whether the sound was not heard by the sister who sat beside her. There was a breathless silence. The dropping of a pin might almost have been heard. Then the fire, emphatic tones of the preacher filled the crowded room: ' Jl ntw Cummandmenl I give unto you, thai you 1'ive one another' Brother rade had bent forward to listen, but he now sunk back in his seat. This was the Eleventh Commandment! The sermon was deeply searching, yet af fectionate and impressive. The preacher ut tered nothing that could in the least wound the brother and sister of whose hospitality he had partaken, but he said much that smote upon their hearts, and mado them painfully conscious that they not shown as much kind ness to the stranger as ho had been entitled to receive on the broad principles of humani ty. But they suffered most from mortifica tion of feeling. To think that they Bhould have treated the Presiding Elder of the Dis trict after such a fashion, was deeply humili ating; and the idea of the whole affair get ting abroad, interfered sadly with their devo tional feelings throughout the whole period of service. At last the sermon was over, the ordinan ces administered, and tho benediction pro nounced. Brother Wade did not know what it was best for him now to do. Ilo never was morn at a loss in his life. Mr. N descended from tho pulpit, but he did not step forward to meet him. How could he do that! Olhers gathered around and ehook hands wilh bim, but still he lingered and held back. Where is Brolhcr Wade!' ho at length heard asked. It was in the voice of the min ister. "Here ho is," said two or three, opening the way to where the farmer stood. Thejireacher advanced, and extending bis hand, said How do you do, Brother Wade ! lam glad to see you. And where is Sister Wade!' Sister Wade was brought forward, and the preacher shook hands with them heartily, while his face was lit up wilh smiles. I beiieve I am to find my way home with you !' he said, as if that weie a mailer under stood and settled. Before the still embarrassed brother and sister could reply, some one asked How came you to be detained so late ! Y'ou were expected last night. And where is Brother R !' 'Brother R is sick,' replied Mr. N , ' and so 1 had to cntno alone. Five miles from this my horse gave out, aud I had to come tho rest of the way on foot. But 1 became so cold and weary that I found it ne cessary to ask a farmer not far away fiom hero, to give mo a night's lodging, which he was kind enough tu do. I thought I was still three miles off, but it happened that I was much nearer my journey's end than I had supposed. This explanation was satisfactory to all par- ' i I a j ties, and in due time tlio congregation dis persed, and the Presiding F.lder went homo wilh Brother and Sister Wade. How tho matter was Bellied between them, we do not know. One thing is certain, however, the story which we have related did not get out for some years after the worthy brother ami sister had rested from Iheir labors, and it was then related by Mr. N himself, who was rather eccentric in his character, and like numbers of bis ministerial brethren, fond of goud juke, and given to relating good sto- ries. 1 bio w'ith any of these periodicals free of postage, rind at the publisher!1 prices. Subscriptions received by Moses D. Gove, l (who has specimen Nos. of several periodi Bible ! cals) or at the Book Store of David L. Gal- j. ii bin I ihm mii r rn - agimtm DAVID WOODRUFF, MANt EACTt-nER Of CAUIUAGKS, BrGCIKS,fl'LKir.S,o. A general assortment of carriages constant ly on hand, made of the best materials and in the neatest style. All work warranted. Shop on Main street, Salem, 0. J.VMF.S UAKNAM, PLAIN & FASHIONABLE TAILOR. Culling th'nt lo order, and nil war; warranted. Corner of Main & Chestnut streets, Salem, Ohio. DKY fjoODS & GiiOCEK 1ES. 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