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were never rich, but, however, we could make both ends meet. My husband with the land, and I with the dairy and poultry, did, by the blessing of providence, do more than that sometimes, and were able to assist a poor neighbour now and then; and when we either killed a pig, or had a little poultry to spare, our beloved minister was not forgotten. But when misfortunes came upon us some years ago, the cold-hearted professors who used willingly enough to feast with us on the anniversaries of the opening of our barn for public worship, blamed my

dear husband for (what they termed) his imprudence in doing so; though I assure you, Sir, at that time

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we could very well afford the small expense which we were at on such occasions; and I have no doubt enjoyed more real pleasure in introducing the blessed Gospel into our village, than they did in scraping together all the money they could, and refusing to contribute to


benevolent institution ; however, be that as it may, I know they used him very unkindly.

Mr. M.-Do not talk about it, Mary, but let us attend to this gentleman. What is the subject of

your next picture, Sir ?

Ex.-Perhaps a single glance at it will inform you: does it not?

Mr. M.--I think it does. Here a

young man is speaking to Job, and I conclude it represents Elihu.

Ex.-It does, Sir; do you approve the sermon which he preached ?

Mr. M.-Indeed I do. He neither flattered Job, nor charged him unjustly; but told him of the imperfections of his righteousness—the pride of his heart, and his exposure on account thereof to the divine displeasure.

Ex.-It was certainly an excellent sermon; but it was the application thereof by a superior power that produced the humiliating acknowledgment, “ Behold, I am vile,” which was soon followed by the expressed approval of the Almighty, and the subsequent prosperity of Job.

Mrs. M.-And then, Sir, his relatives and friends could flock around him, not to upbraid, not emptyhanded, but with presents and congratulations; pretty clearly proving that the smiles of Providence remove the human frown.

Ex.-Another scene is prepared. I wait your observations.

Mrs. M.--Surely, Sir, this is not about Job, is it?

Mr. M.-My dear, you need not ask that; you know, that after what we noticed in the last picture, Job lived a good many years and then died; so that this must be about something else.

Mrs. M.—Is it from the Psalms, Sir? I sliould like to find it out.

Ex.-It is not, Madam. You must look a little further, and then probably you will discover the allusion.

Mrs. M.-Then I suppose it is from the Proverbs : now let me see. The fore part of the picture seems very lightsome-crowds of people, all

gay and cheerful ; but the further part of it is very cloudy, as if a storm were coming on; and near to the gates of the city stands an aged and most respectable looking woman, apparently warning the people of danger.

Mr. M.-Let us be silent, Mary ; perhaps we may hear what she says -Hearken, she speaks!“ How long, ye simple ones, will


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