pulpit, his countenance
struck me as being strangely familiar. As I was endeavoring to decide in
my own mind where I could have before met him, it suddenly occurred to
me that the young preacher was no other than my old friend, Obadiah
Hawkins; and when, upon again raising my eyes I encountered one of those
old-time furtive glances, I felt certain that I was right in my
conjecture. The rough-looking youth, whom I had once thought so
uncomely, had changed to a really fine looking man. When the services
were closed, I at once made my way to him; and, as he had already
recognized me, we soon renewed our former acquaintance. I introduced him
to Willie, also to Birdie and Lewis. During the few days we remained at
Woodville the young preacher called frequently. He soon evinced a marked
partiality for the society of Birdie and, strange as it may seem, I
observed that she was deeply interested in him. I know not how the
matter may end, but I do know that, since our return home, Birdie
receives frequent letters, addressed in a gentleman's hand, and
post-marked "Woodville." Who knows but Obadiah Hawkins may yet be my
brother-in-law?

In taking a retrospective view of the past, and contrasting it with the
happy present, I feel that the consoling words which, in a dream, my
mother uttered to me, years ago, have been more than verified,--"Fear
not, my beloved daughter; only continue in the path of duty, and all
will yet be well."

THE END.

TERRY DOLAN.

Some years since circumstances caused me to spend the summer months in
a farming district, a few miles from the village of E., and it was there
I met with Terry Dolan. He had a short time previous come over from
Ireland, and was engaged as a sort of chore boy by Mr. L., in whose
family I resided during my stay in the neighborhood. This Terry was the
oddest being with whom I ever chanced to meet. Would that I could
describe him!--but most of us, I believe, occasionally meet with people,
whom we find to be indescribable, and Terry was one of those. He called
himself sixteen years of age; but, excepting that he was low of stature,
you would about as soon have taken him for sixty as sixteen. His
countenance looked anything but youthful, and there was altogether a
sort of queer, ancient look about him which caused him to appear very
remarkable. When he first came to reside with Mr. L. the boys in the
neighborhood nicknamed him "The Little Old Man," but they soon learned
b