THE BOYS’ MAN. 
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I want to hear Aunt Louisa’s lecture,” said 
Sidney, pretending to pout, and then, with 
a sudden change of tone, “Hark, Daisy! 
I do believe it is Uncle Dick!” 
“ It is not Uncle Dick, I know. It is Mr. 
Orediton,” said Daisy, following Sidney in 
his headlong progress down-stairs. “Ilis 
voice sounds exactly like uncle’s some¬ 
times.” 
Mr. Crediton it proved to he, sure enough; 
and Sidney almost forgot his vexation in 
the pleasure of seeing him,—for Mr. Crediton 
was his very particular friend. Though a 
grave, middle-aged clergyman, he took 
great delight in every thing that interested 
the boys. He was an enthusiastic botanist, 
and could play a game at ball or leapfrog, 
slide, skate or ride with any boy in his 
parish. He had grown up out of doors; and 
his tall figure, broad shoulders and muscu¬ 
lar limbs, no less than his deep hearty voice, 
showed the benefit of his training. There 
was nothing he enjoyed more than getting 
together a parcel of the school-children, 
both boys and girls, and taking them for a 
long walk over the hills and far away, and 
showing them all the wonders and curiosi- 
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