ty. But on the Sabbath nights, there
is such a going and coming, that it's more like a cried fair than the
Lord's night--all sorts of poor people, instead of meditating on their
bygane toil and misery of the week, making the Sunday their own day, as
if they had not a greater Master to serve on that day, than the earthly
man whom they served in the week-days. It is, howsomever, past the poor
of nature to tell you of the sinfulness of London; and you may we think
what is to be the end of all things, when I ashure you, that there is a
newspaper sold every Sabbath morning, and read by those that never look
at their Bibles. Our landlady asked us if we would take one; but I
thought the Doctor would have fired the house, and you know it is not a
small thing that kindles his passion. In short, London is not a place to
come to hear the tidings of salvation preeched,--no that I mean to deny
that there is not herine more than five righteous persons in it, and I
trust the cornal's hagent is one; for if he is not, we are undone, having
been obligated to take on already more than a hundred pounds of debt, to
the account of our living, and the legacy yet in the dead thraws. But as
I mean this for a spiritual letter, I will say no more about the root of
all evil, as it is called in the words of truth and holiness; so
referring you to what I have told Miss Mally Glencairn about the legacy
and other things nearest my heart, I remain, my dear Mrs. Glibbans, your
fellou Christian and sinner,

JANET PRINGLE.

Mrs. Glibbans received this letter between the preachings, and it was
observed by all her acquaintance during the afternoon service, that she
was a laden woman. Instead of standing up at the prayers, as her wont
was, she kept her seat, sitting with downcast eyes, and ever and anon her
left hand, which was laid over her book on the reading-board of the pew,
was raised and allowed to drop with a particular moral emphasis,
bespeaking the mournful cogitations of her spirit. On leaving the
church, somebody whispered to the minister, that surely Mrs. Glibbans had
heard some sore news; upon which that meek, mild, and modest good soul
hastened towards her, and inquired, with more than his usual kindness,
How she was? Her answer was brief and mysterious; and she shook her head
in such a manner that showed him all was not right. "Have you heard
lately of your friends the Pringl