man and a new, in all human beings, as well as in those who are converted, and that no contradiction of the kind is too absurd for human nature.”  “Mistah Ehhol is quite right, my deah Miss Mahjohie, as all expehience attests.  Bret Hahte has shewn it from a Califohnian standpoint.  I have seen it in times of wanah and of peace, bad men, the bent of whose lives was destyuction, risking evehything to save some little memohial of a dead motheh or of a sweetheaht, and good men, the regular couhse of whose cahheah was to do good, guilty of an occasional outbuhst of vandalism.”

“Thrue fer yez, cornel, ivery bit.  There was a little whipper-snapper av a Shunday Shcool shuperintindent out in a lake, about a hundrid moiles frum the city, wid some dacent lads; and, afore they knowed where they was, the cratur had sit a foine grane oisland a foire for the fun, he sid, av sayin’ the blaze.  Oi’d loike to have had the shuperintindin’ av him fer foive minutes.”

The explorers were making their way back to the skiff when the colonel, who had gone back for his handkerchief which he had dropped, said:  “There is a pehson coming down towahds the house, a woman appahently.”  Miss Du Plessis looked up the hill, and saw who it was.  “It is Matilda Nagle,” she said; “see, she is going back again.”  At once Miss Carmichael ran up the hill after the retreating figure, and, as she was a good runner, and the poor wanderer was tired, she soon overtook her.  Taking both her hands in her own, and kissing the woman, she said:  “Come with us, Matilda, and we will drive you home.”  The half-witted creature responded to the caress, and allowed herself to be led to the boat.  “I lost my way,” she said.  “It is a new road I had never been on before, and I got turned round and came back here three times, and I am very tired.”  The colonel and Mr. Terry made her enter the boat before them, and then Miss Du Plessis and the veteran rowed the party back to the picnic ground, Miss Carmichael, at her friend’s suggestion, removing the landmark put up by her mother as they passed out of the channel.  At once Matilda was taken to the shady retreat where Mrs. Carmichael and Miss Halbert were, and all the ladies waited upon her with what was left of the eatables and drinkables, in spite of Mr. Perrowne’s appetite.  Then, Mr. Terry and Mr. Bigglethorpe went after the horses, and harnessed them to the waggon.  The fisherman came back to summon the party and help to carry the baskets.  Mr. Errol and Mr. Perrowne agreed to row the punt back to the Richards, and walk the rest of the way, as the addition of Matilda to the company would make riding uncomfortable if they did otherwise.  The picnickers were safely seated, the baskets and the strings of fish stowed away, and the Colonel again took the reins for his party of nine.  The two clergymen returned to the scow and paddled home, singing songs, one of which Mr. Perrowne gave in genuine cockney style to a Primitive Methodist hymn tune