In this way he approached within ten yards of the boomah; when, suddenly raising its head from the grass, it turned round and sat upon it haunches, gazing on Jerry, seemingly with no less curiosity than Jerry gazed on the kangarot Whether it was that it mistook the adventurer fe one of its own species, or that it was desirous o. its own part to investigate the new specimen natural history which Jerry's person presente the creature was apparently desirous to mal acquaintance with the stranger ; and, making i little hop, it alighted close to Jerry. Astonish at the unexpected familiarity, and catching sig of the middle claws of his hind-legs, ast kangaroo made his fraternal approach, Jer made a corresponding hop backwards. Confirm in its opinion of relationship by t exteri which Jerry executed this mov wagged his great tail, and which was m

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made a bound to Jerry; and, embracing him with his fore-Daws, was about to apply his terrible claw in the way in which those animals rip up in a moment the strongest dogs, when Jerry set up so fearful a cry, that the creature, after making a few hops with him in its paws, let him go with affright: And Jerry, rejoiced to be released from the forsidable hug of his new friend, without looking Lebind him, and expecting every moment to feel Dekangaroo's great toe at his back, rushed down

e hill, and tumbled over head and heels to sh ottom.

I have heard you say you always thought him to be a good man."

“And so he was; though he made rather too much ado about religion."

“I have several times heard him reprove you for spending your Sundays at the Plough; and do you think worse of him on that account?”.

“I dare say his meaning was good; but I like people to mind their own business."

“Come, father, lay down your pipe, and go with me this once. I am sure you will be please with the service.”

“No, Nelly: you must go without me.”

The poor girl's eyes now began to moisten wit) tears; and, casting an imploring look at he father, she murmured, “Do go with me this once and if you do not like it, I will never again asl you to go.”

After a momentary pause, he consented; and in a few minutes the father and daughter were on their way to the sanctuary. But, with a view t avoid being seen by his neighbours, Roger chos the most retired path ; and having crossed severa fields without meeting a single person, he was jus getting over a stone stile, (for most of the stiles ir Cornwall are of stone,) when he recognised one of his pot-companions.

“How now, Roger ?” he exclaimed: “I thought of meeting you at the Plough."

“ I will be there presently,” said Roger. “But father is going with me to the chapel," kath cried Nelly : “so you must not take him away.” 1 “O! I see how it is : Roger is going to be a .Methodist; and in a short time, I suppose, he will be holding forth in his blacksmith's shop, and thump the Bible as he beats his anvil. Good luck to you, Roger! You will make as good a Parson as ever shod a horse !"

The singing of the first hymn had already commenced when they entered the chapel. A feeling of deep solemnity, to which he had hitherto been a stranger, instantaneously came over the spirit of Roger, during this interesting part of divine worship. But when the text was announced by the officiating Minister, “Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his,” his attention became fixed; and he listened with breathless attention to the affecting discourse. Presently, the tears of genuine contrition began to flow down his swarthy face : his heart was melted under a consciousness of his guilt; and he inwardly groaned for mercy.

On returning home, after the close of the service, Roger was unusually thoughtful; for the all-important subject of religion entirely engrossed his mind.

"Nelly,” said he, “I wish I had gone to the chapel before. But I am thankful that you Persuaded me to go this time. I never attended such an interesting service in my life.”

“I thought, father, you would not regret going. It seemed to me like being in heaven. You will go again, father, will you not ?”

“That I will, Nelly; and I will never again spend my Sundays at the Plough.”

From this time Roger became an altered man; and this change he attributed, instrumentally, to. his little daughter, whose importunity had first induced him to go to the house of God. Through faith in a bleeding Saviour, he obtained an assurance of his acceptance with God; and subsequently became a Local Preacher. In this capacity he was eminently useful : and though he now rests from his labours in the paradise of God, the villagers still cherish his memory with affection; and are often heard facetiously to exclaim, in allusion to the prediction of his quondam companion, “He was as good a Preacher as ever shod a horse !"

THE LITTLE THEOLOGIAN.

OP JESUS CHRIST.

(Continued from page 63.) The general opinion in ancient times, was that Matthew's Gospel was written eight or nine years after the ascension. It was certainly written before the Apostles left Judea, which may have taken place A.D. 44 or 45. Lardner, and with him agrees Olshausen, thinks it was written as late as 63 or 64. Taking the very earliest period, there had elapsed at least eight years since this promise was made. Is it now conceivable that Matthew would have penned these words, and given currency to this declaration, if he knew that the promise had not been, and, for the best of reasons, could not be, performed ; if he did not know that Jesus was