titution had invited the whole
family into his pew! Just then the congregation rose to sing the hymn
commencing:

"From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise";

and the Deacon, in his excitement, distanced the choir, and the organ,
and the congregation, and almost brought the entire musical service to a
standstill.

The Deacon had intended to watch closely for Hays' conversion, but
something wonderful prevented--it was reported everywhere that the
Deacon himself had been converted, and all who now saw the Deacon fully
believed the report. He was even heard to say that as there seemed to be
some doubt as to whether faith or works was the saving virtue, he
intended thereafter to practice both. He no longer mentions the
poor-house as his prospective dwelling, but is heard to say that in his
Father's house there are many mansions, and that he is laying up his
treasure in heaven as fast as possible, and hopes he may get it all on
the way there before his heart is called for. At the post-office, the
tin-shop and the rum-shop the Deacon's conversion is constantly
discussed, and men of all degrees now express a belief in the mighty
power of the Spirit from on high. Other moneyed men have been smitten
and changed, and the pastor of the Pawkin Centre Church daily thanks the
Lord for such a revival as he never heard of before.

JOE GATTER'S LIFE INSURANCE.

Good? He was the model boy of Bungfield. While his idle school-mates
were flying kites and playing marbles, the prudent Joseph was trading
Sunday-school tickets for strawberries and eggs, which he converted into
currency of the republic. As he grew up, and his old school-mates
purchased cravats and hair-oil at Squire Tackey's store, it was the
industrious Joseph who stood behind the counter, wrapped up their
purchases, and took their money. When the same boys stood on the
street-corners and cast sheep's eyes at the girls, the business-like
Joseph stood in the store-door and contemplated these same boys with
eyes such as a hungry cat casts upon a brood of young birds who he
expects to eat when they grow older. Joe never wasted any time at
parties; he never wore fine clothing; he never drank nor smoked; in
short, Joe was so industrious that by the time he reached his majority
he had a thousand dollars in the bank, and not a solitary virtue in his
heart.

For Joe's money good Squire Tackey had an earnest longing, and soon had
it to his