clergyman must forego if he would do any good in a
manufacturing population like this.'

Here the preparations for tea were crowned by the simultaneous appearance
of Lizzie and the crumpet. It is a pretty surprise, when one visits an
elderly couple, to see a little figure enter in a white frock with a
blond head as smooth as satin, round blue eyes, and a cheek like an apple
blossom. A toddling little girl is a centre of common feeling which makes
the most dissimilar people understand each other; and Mr. Tryan looked at
Lizzie with that quiet pleasure which is always genuine.

'Here we are, here we are!' said proud grandpapa. 'You didn't think we'd
got such a little gell as this, did you, Mr. Tryan? Why, it seems but th'
other day since her mother was just such another. This is our little
Lizzie, this is. Come an' shake hands wi' Mr. Tryan, Lizzie; come.'

Lizzie advanced without hesitation, and put out one hand, while she
fingered her coral necklace with the other, and looked up into Mr.
Tryan's face with a reconnoitring gaze. He stroked the satin head, and
said in his gentlest voice, 'How do you do, Lizzie? will you give me a
kiss?' She put up her little bud of a mouth, and then retreating a little
and glancing down at her frock, said,--'Dit id my noo fock. I put it on
'tod you wad toming. Tally taid you wouldn't 'ook at it.'

'Hush, hush, Lizzie, little gells must be seen and not heard,' said Mrs.
Jerome; while grandpapa, winking significantly, and looking radiant with
delight at Lizzie's extraordinary promise of cleverness, set her up on
her high cane-chair by the side of grandma, who lost no time in shielding
the beauties of the new frock with a napkin.

'Well now, Mr. Tryan,' said Mr. Jerome, in a very serious tone, when tea
had been distributed, 'let me hear how you're a-goin' on about the
lectur. When I was i' the town yisterday, I heared as there was
pessecutin' schemes a-bein' laid again' you. I fear me those raskills 'll
mek things very onpleasant to you.'

'I've no doubt they will attempt it; indeed, I quite expect there will be
a regular mob got up on Sunday evening, as there was when the delegates
returned, on purpose to annoy me and the congregation on our way to
church.'

'Ah, they're capible o' anything, such men as Dempster an' Budd; an'
Tomlinson backs 'em wi' money, though he can't wi' brains. Howiver,
Dempster's lost one client by his wicked doins, an' I'm deceived if he
won't lose more nor on