Those people, my little boy, who do not do their duty to their God, never do it to their fellow-creatures. If you had been serving God to-day at church, you would not have told this lie, nor disobeyed your parents; you would have learned too, in God's house, that if we would please God, we must be honest and kind to every body: and you would not have deceived your father, and your father' would not have beaten you so severely." Then the lady said, "God bless you, poor child!" and giving the book to the little boy, she walked away to her own house.

Just then Tom Wylde called his little son, and lifted him once more on the donkey, and the party set out again, silent and sullen. And little John thought to himself—“I should have been better off if I had gone to school to-day, though I had got a whipping, for the master never beats us in a passion; and father has hurt me so, that I sha'n't be well of it I don't know how long."

CHAPTER VII.

"If thou turn away thy foot from the Sabbath, from doing thy pleasure on my holy day; and call the Sabbath a Delight, the Holy of the Lord, Honourable; and shalt honour him, not doing thine own ways, nor finding thine own pleasure, nor speaking thine own words: then shalt thou delight thyself in the Lord; and I will cause thee to ride upon the high places of the earth, and feed thee with the heritage of Jacob thy father: for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it."-Isaiah lviii. 13, 14.

As Tom and Sally Wylde were returning home that night with their little boy and the ass, Sally said to Tom, "I shall call upon Mary Dainty, and show her the cheese and the bacon which brother gave us; and then I wonder what will become of all her fine talking about keeping the Sabbath?" So, as they passed by William's house, they saw him, and his wife, and their five children, all sitting round the door, (for it was a fine summer

evening,) and the eldest girl, Mary, was reading the Bible to them. And Sally called out, as loud as she could, "So, you see we are come back safe and sound, and Joseph Price's jack-ass none the worse for his day's work. I hope your mule's well in his stable." "Well, I am glad you are come back safe," answered William, taking no notice of Sally's speech about the mule.

Then Sally jumped off the ass, for she had got upon it, and she said, "I must come in, Mary, and show you my luck. See this nice fat cheese which brother gave me; and look ye, this is as pretty rhoded bacon as ever was cut with a knife. I should not have got all this, William, if I had followed your advice, and stayed at home."

"May be not," answered William.

Sally untied the cloth which held her bacon and cheese, and laid them on Mary Dainty's round table, and then sitting down by it, she began to wipe her face with her handkerchief. John had been riding behind. his mother, but he did not get off the donkey, for he did not wish to get into discourse with

James; and the poor ass stood quietly mumbling a thistle, while Sally sat talking with Mary and William. Her husband, too, who had had a little too much of his brother-inlaw's ale, followed her into the house, and sat down.

Now Sally was very proud of her bacon and cheese, and she wanted to vex her neighbour by talking of it. So she said again to Mary, "Well, what do you say to my day's work now? I am sure it ought to be every woman's work to provide for her family."

"Very true," answered Mary, "all the six days: but we must remember, we have something besides a body to provide for."

"It is very well for those that have nothing to do," said Sally, not regarding what Mary said, "to be reading and going to church on Sundays; but for us poor folks, our family is the main thing."

"Our children have souls, as well as us," repeated Mary.

"Well," said Tom, who had been listening to what his wife and Mary were talking about, "I never was one who liked these

godly doings. It's my way of thinking, that a man who works all the week hard in the pit, as we do, should have a little pleasure on a Sunday. In the summer time there is something to be done with the cocks; and in winter, a jug of ale by the fire-side is better sport than sitting half a day in a cold church."

"That would be all very true," answered William Dainty, "if there was no such thing as another world. You remember my mother, Tom?"

"Yes," answered Tom, "I reckon I do." "Well," said William, "when I was a youngster, a bit older than our little lads here, a set of wild chaps enticed me, one Sunday evening, to go a-nutting with them. And when we had got fairly into the wood, they all sat down in a ring, I among them; and they brought out two young cocks, which they had been carrying, though I did not know of it, for they had hid them in bags, and they set them to fight: and then they set on to swear and gamble. One young lad in particular, a fine lad to look at he was, fell out with another about a bet they