Jarvis would not promise, and Edward was a boy of his word. On going out he asked the servant for Mr. Jarvis, and was shown into his study, hearing James muttering, half-aloud, "A meddling, hump-backed creature." This expression for a moment paralysed him, and when he entered the room his face was ashy white. Mr. Jarvis, concluding that he was come to consult him professionally felt his pulse, and talked to him, saying how ill he looked, &c. This gave Edward time to recover and begin his business.

Mr. Jarvis thanked him heartily, and well he might. None but God knew what a fierce battle and hard won victory had been fought and gained in that study during those few minutes. James's taunting words had pierced the poor boy's heart. He had an opportunity of avenging himself. Had he told Mr. Jarvis all he knew of James's past conduct he would assuredly have been punished. But the battle was fought and won. As "he that ruleth his spirit is greater than he that taketh a city," so Edward came from that room a giant in heart, strength, and manliness. He only warned Mr. Jarvis of the danger his son incurred by contact with so bad a companion, and told him he had come to request James not to invite Willy to join them. thanked him cordially for his kindness.

Mr. Jarvis

The victory which Edward had won over himself raised the heavy load of James's taunt somewhat off his mind; but, when he entered the play-ground, and saw them all full of the greatest excitement and enjoyment at a game of football, in which he could not possibly join, he turned to his rabbit-yard, and, crouching down in a corner between two pens, cried the first bitter, bitter tears he had cried since he was a child. There he sat for hours, and the evil spirit tempted him to repine. He thought, "How little do they care for a hump-backed creature like me! No one cares to look after me. I cannot play with them, I cannot amuse them, and I am only in their way." Poor dear boy! he had not heard the constant click of the yard-gate every time Arthur had come to look for him. No, he had not heard this, and he accused them all of unkindness.

At last he heard voices coming, and "Dobbs!" "Dobbs!" called on every side. Every boy has a nickname at school, and most unaccountable some of them are; this was Edward's. "Dobbs! Dobbs!" Edward sat still. He could not come out and show his tear-swollen face, so he heard "Dobbs! Dobbs!" shouted through the yard, then 'Dobbs! Dobbs!" down the field, till "Dobbs! Dobbs!" finally died away in the distance. Then he burst into tears again and sobbed like a child, from sheer misery of heart.

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On raising his head from his hands some time after, he was very much surprised to find Mr. Collingwood standing before him.

"My boy, you are in trouble," he said, so tenderly, so gently. "Come, get up, and let us walk together. Have any of the boys been unkind to you?

"Oh! no, no, Sir," answered Edward, struggling to get up, but cramped in every limb.

Mr. Collingwood helped him, saying cheerfully

Why you are like your little white duck which I have just helped out of the calf's trough; she was so cramped when I put her down that she could not walk. Let us go and look after her."

With his hand on Edward's shoulder, they stopped first at one thing then at another, until at last he was quite interested in talking of his pets, and showing Mr. Collingwood his new aquarium, in which were many water-insects just on the point of leaving their larva state.

Mr. Collingwood was himself much interested. He had never watched these changes, and could hardly believe that the monster, looking so terrible and devouring a piece of meat at such a rate would ever turn into a pretty bronze beetle such as he often saw in the old stone quarry-pit; and he learned from his young companion much that was interesting of the habits of the Coleoptera, and greatly admired the little gyrinus, as he danced his graceful whirligig on the water.

It was a great pleasure to Edward to point out all these things to Mr. Collingwood, and the traces of his deep anguish had disappeared when the boys came up.

Mr. Collingwood beginning to talk to them prevented their asking any questions as to Edward's absence; so they went indoors and dressed to spend the evening with some friends who were kind to the boys, and often invited them.

At first, of course, they sat on the edges of their chairs, with their hands looking very awkward, and said "Ma'am" very often. Soon all shyness had disappeared, and all were fully entering, into the games selected by their friends-all "sit-still games, on account of Edward; and in these he shone, much to the delight of his companions, who were now feeling quite enough at ease to

"Well done, Dobbs! Well done, old fellow; yours are always the best."

The Question and Noun game caused great amusement. When all had drawn their respective papers, the question that fell to Edward's lot was- -"Why is Da Costa like the Duke of Welling

ton?" and the noun he had to bring in, in his rhyme, was Pig's pettitoes."

Away went the pencils. All wrote on; some bright, as though diamonds and emeralds were passing through their brains; some thoughtful and sore pressed, as though elephants were parading there; and some perfectly bewildered. They were finished at last, and all read out. Sparkling and bright were the dashes of some papers, heavy had fallen upon the elephant's paw upon others; but still, there was something to be laughed at in each one. Edward's was the last to be read out. We do not envy him his Da Costa, Wellington, and pig's pettitoes! His answer was—

"Da Costa is a man, I guess,

And Wellington's neither more nor less;
But what 'pig's pettitoes' have to do
With either I can't tell-can you?"

"Bravo, Dobbs! bravo, Dobbs! You always write the best, old boy." And when the next paper was read out, his caused a tremendous uproar of applause.

Edward's answer just suited boys. Willy Kilsby wriggled on his chair, applauded under the table and over it, and then wriggled again as it was read over a second time.

He had written the question, "How do you sell your soap?" (the young pickle!); and the noun which fell with it was cupboard-love. The answer which caused such mirth and wrigglement was

"I sell my soap at twopence a pound,

And cut it square, three-cornered, or round;
To my sweethearts I sell it for something less,
To Molly, and Polly, and Dolly, and Bess.
You see my affections constantly rove,
Because I'm a victim to cupboard-love."

Making the two last lines rhyme by putting in a great broad "O," which on the paper was little less than a waggon-wheel, was esteemed as the height of intellectual talent.

"I doubt whether Butler's "Analogy" or Humboldt's "Comos " would have been able to hold up their heads in its presence.

(To be concluded Next Month.)

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ONLY ONE LITTLE SPRAY.

ONLY one little spray

Of tender leaflets trembling on the pane,
But visions come of green woods far away,
And rustling, golden grain.

Only one ray of hope,

But it shines down into despairing eyes,
And the tired feet anew toil up the slope,
For HOME beyond it lies.

Only one word of love,

But a poor, yearning spirit at the sound
Feels in its depths strange tendernesses move,
And quickened pulses bound.

Only one warm hand-clasp,

And then to be divided evermore;

But memory holds it with a jealous grasp―

The crown of all her store.

Ah! did we understand

How love doth lighten many a weary load;
Surely a gentle word, and outstretched hand,
Would oftener be bestowed.

LUCINDA BOWSER.

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COMMON ERRORS ABOUT THE LORD'S SUPPER.

THE recent theological controversies in the Church of England have compelled, and will yet more urgently compel, special attention to be given to the subject of the "Lord's Supper," the real significance of the rite, the mode in which it should be administered, and the qualifications for its reception. During the Tractarian struggle of thirty years ago the contest was waged in reference to Baptism, and the victory, unfortunately, remained with those who advocated the doctrine of Baptismal Regeneration, for the Courts affirmed this to be the doctrine of the Church of England, even while they asserted that those by whom it was denied had by usage and prescription acquired a right to a place in the Establishment. The judgment was hardly less distasteful to the Tractarians of that day than the recent decision in the St. Alban's case is to Mr. Mackonochie and his friends, for they had hoped not only to maintain their own position, but to exclude their Evangelical opponents from the Church. They soon saw, however, the advantage they had gained, and have sofar profited by it that the struggle is now waged on a more advanced ground. The theory of Sacramental Efficacy vindicated in relation to Baptism is now maintained in respect to the Lord's Supper. The doctrine of the Real Presence of the Lord in the bread and wine upon the altar, with all its attendant superstitions, is set forth as the doctrine of the Anglican branch of the Catholic Church; and alike in the discussions in the press, the debates in Convocation, and the arguments in Courts of Law, the various points connected with the Sacrament are being continually agitated.

That discussions should arise, and especially that they should

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