uccessive time than _she_ thought
necessary for a professional call. And then, when Miss May appeared
again on her pony, Dr. Mannerly was by her side, on his own
high-mettled horse, (the doctor never rode a _tame_ animal, nor
perpetrated a tame remark;) this happened, too, again and again, so
that it was soon a settled matter that Miss May and the doctor would
be a match.

In the course of a few months, an unusual stir was apparent at the new
minister's; the blinds were thrown open in the east parlor, and people
were seen bustling through the hall as if in preparation for some
important event. As Mr. Lion never received "donation visits," as the
custom is with village-ministers, the bustle meant nothing less than
Miss May's wedding--and for once, the gossip had some foundation in
truth.

Late in the afternoon a handsome carriage drove up to the house, from
which alighted a foreign-looking gentleman, of some twenty-five years,
who was pronounced to be an English acquaintance of Mrs. Lion's who
had been invited to the wedding. And a wedding, true enough, it was,
for Dr. Mannerly came hurrying along toward the minister's about dark,
equipped from top to toe, and wearing the white vest that decided him
to be the happy man. And now the uninvited multitude envied the very
lights that made brilliant "the east room," and no language could
express their mortification, when the honest chaise of Mr. Worthiman
dropped himself and wife at the new minister's door.

But a greater surprise awaited them the following morning, when the
carriage that brought the Englishman to the village, was seen rolling
rapidly away, and in it, seated by the stranger, was the heroine of
all their surmises.

The doctor visited his patients as usual on that day, and the village
newspaper announced the marriage, at Green Valley, of Sir Edward
Sterling, of London, England, to Miss Rosina May, of the same
metropolis.

Mrs. Tiptop and her followers were dumb-founded! But the evil genius,
paralyzed for the time, revived ere long again with fresh vigor, and
became so vexatious to Mr. and Mrs. Lion, that a dismissal was asked
for and obtained from the Second Congregational Church of Green
Valley, which, at the last accounts, was about calling a NEW MINISTER.

THE GARDENER.

BY GEORGE S. BURLEIGH.

From dewy day-dawn to its dewy close,
Between the lark's song and the whippo-wil's,
With life as fresh and musical as fills
Th