“There are no wings to St. Cow’s yet,” returned the Father, coldly,—­“only the main building; and that is too small to harbor any sinner who has not sufficient means to build a wing or two for himself.”

“Then,” said the Gospeler, bowing his head and speaking slowly, “I suppose he must go to the Other Church.”

“What Other church?”

The Gospeler raised his hat and spoke reverently:—­

That which is all of God’s world outside this little church of ours.  That in which the Altar is any humble spot pressed by the knees of the Unfortunate.  That in which the priest is whoso doeth a good, unselfish deed, even if in the shadow of the scaffold.  That in which the anthem of visible charity for an erring brother sinks into the listening soul an echo of an unseen Father’s pity and forgiveness, and the choral service is the music of kind words to all who ever found but unkind words before.”

“You must mean the Church of the Pooritans,” said the Ritual Rector.

So, MONTGOMERY PENDRAGON went forth from Gospeler’s Gulch to seek harbor where he might; and, a day or two afterwards, Mr. BUMSTEAD exhibited to Mr. SIMPSON the following entry in his famous Diary.

“No signs of that umbrella yet.  Since the discovery of the watch and seal-ring, I am satisfied that my umbrella, only, was the temptation of the murderer.  I now swear that I will no more discuss either my nephew or my umbrella with any living soul, until I have found once more the familiar boyish form and alpaca canopy, or brought vengeance upon him through whom I am nephewless and without protection in the rain.”

(To be Continued.)

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CHINCAPIN AMONG THE FREE LOVERS.

MR. PUNCHINELLO:  When Oratory, rising to its loftiest flights upon the wings of Buncombe, denounces with withering scorn the effete and tyrannical monarchies of Europe, and proclaims the glorious fact that this is a Free Country, Fellow Citizens! it hardly does us justice.  We are not only free, Mr. PUNCHINELLO, we are Free and Easy, sir.  Breathes there a man so tortuously afflicted with Strabismus that he doesn’t see it?  If such there be let him go and visit the Oneida Community.

Last week I took a run down to Oneida myself.  I found the Communists a very Social crowd, I can assure you.  PROUDHON himself might be proud of such disciples, and DESIDERANT find nothing there to be Desiderated.  The Communists divide everything equally, particularly the Affections, so there are no Better Halves among them.  In Utah, you are aware, Mr. PUNCHINELLO, the women are Sealed to the men, but among these people they are not even Wafered.  Your Own IDA may be anybody else’s in the Oneida Community.  The only individuals that object to Dividing are the children, who are generally opposed to Division, both long and Short, as well as to Fractions.