134 JULY 



well rooted and ready to transfer to their flowering 

 quarters. 



July 27. The curate has just called on his way 

 home from his holiday. He has been for three 

 weeks in Normandy, and, as he was walking, I 

 naturally asked him where his luggage was. 



" In ma pawket," he replied. 



There was no sign of a bulge in any of his 

 pockets except the betraying outline of a pipe over 

 his heart. The dear old man is leaving here next 

 month, and intends to die in the North Country, 

 where he was born and, from his speech, evidently 

 reared as well. He is parlous old anything be- 

 tween seventy and eighty and his faculties are 

 not what they were. The Sunday before he went 

 for his holiday there was to be a baptism at the 

 evening service, and the clerk, to ensure his re- 

 membering it, wrote on the back of a National 

 Anthem, which had been left unnoticed ever since 

 the Accession, the warning words 



" Crisnen after 2 lessen." 



Mr. Tyler jumped up from his knees in the 

 middle of the General Confession, and announced 

 firmly 



" We will now sing * God save the King.' ' 



The choirman nearest him redirected his atten- 

 tion to his prayer, and after a breathless interval of 

 anxiety all went well again. One Sunday last 

 spring he unconsciously modified one of the peti- 

 tions in the Litany in a rather startling manner, 

 which, however, was quite unperceived by his 

 rustic congregation. 



"That it may please Thee to bless and preserve 



