THE VISIT OF A SILVERSMITH, AND 
ITS RESULTS. 
him.” This feeling is often to be found, even 
in a higher social scale, amongst neighbours. How 
often have many of us had neighbours, against whom 
no charge could be made ; they were all right, friendly, 
neighbourly, yet still there was “a something,” we 
could not well tell what. All we could tell was that we 
never could become intimate friends ; the ‘‘something,” 
probably was, several points in our friends’ natural 
character and disposition at variance with our own, 
a want of general community of sentiment. Allow- 
ance must be made for this in our dealings with Asiatics, 
for it is not likely we can have any community of senti- 
ment with them. We will say the way to manage your 
male subordinates is briefly comprehended in being 
inflexibly, j ust without severity, and as for the females, 
just manage them the best way you can, taking due 
and very careful precaution, that they don’t manage 
you ! — for, if you are careless on this point, depend upon 
it they will do it, without your knowledge. Remember 
the tattan’s wife, don't forget how she managed her 
husband, and beware ! 
It is thirty years after ; we are sitting with elbows on 
the table, face buried in the palms of the hands, in dreamy 
reminiscences of bygone years, quite oblivious of 
where we are, when a long forgotten sound trikes upon 
the ear: “Ting, ting,” tingle.” “The tattan” — escapes 
from the lips, on the spur of the moment, just atemporary 
flash of the mind. Mechanically, the eyes are raised to 
the window, expecting the see the tattan’s wife, stand- 
ing in the verandah, with her nose pressed flat against 
the window pane, wanting to know, if master has any 
old tea-pots, or candle sticks to repair ; but the senses 
lOon swing correct, as to where we are, on seeing that 
there is no verandah, and the snow is falling thick 
and fast. “ And were no doubt bitterly disappointed,” 
some of our young friends will maliciously exclaim ! 
But don’t judge of others, as you would have felt your- 
selves ; remember the blood does not ting, ting, 
tingle, in our veins now, as it does in yours. If you live 
till thirty years after this, then you will understand it, 
but now you cannot. In this, as in every other position 
in life, practical experience is necessary, but unlilie 
many other positions, practical experience is far from 
desirable ; may your life be long and well spent, before 
you acquire it! — Once more, “ting, ting, tingle,” 
the door bell ! — and a well known voice is heard to 
exclaim, “Is he in ? I want to see 
P. D. Millie.” 
