In a conversation thus calculated to animate to exertion, and feed the zeal of our Pastor, the friends continued, until they separated for repose: and thus concluded the day, which is recorded amongst the memorable periods to the parties concerned, in the annals of eternity; and on which, the Lord was pleased to appear in strength, and "glorify the house of his glory."

CHAPTER V.

CONVERSATIONS between FARMER FALLOWFIELD, TITUS SNIP, and DAME FURIOUS.

FARMER.-Titus, thou was at church on Sunday, I think I saw thee; what thinks thou of our new Parson?

SNIP.-Dang it, maister, he's one of a reight sort.

FARMER.-What, he's surely as good as your Methodiss Parsons. We mun all be "born again," as he lays it down, or else we shall go t' wrong way.

SNIP.-Why, maister, that's no more than's in t' bible; sure enough, we mun be convarted, or we can never "enter the kingdom of God."

FARMER.-Hod thy tongue, that means Gentiles turning to be of t' Jew's religion.

SNIP. Then can't we be saved, without we turn Jews?

FARMER.-I don't mean so. It meant that at first; and now, what is n't heathens converted when they turn to the right christian faith?

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SNIP.-Yes, but Jesus Christ says, cept ye be born of the spirit"—that's more than turning from one way of thinking to another.

FARMER. Then what's become of our fore-elders, they never talked of so being convarted?

SNIP. That's a piece of business, maister, I've nothing to do wi'; let every one mind himself our forefathers had God's word to direct 'em, and God will deal with them according to it: I'll be bound for it, he'll make no mistakes.

FARMER.-What, it would cut up your Methodisses, root and branch, if all Clergymen preached in his way.

SNIP.-Why, maister, if the work is done, it's no matter who does it; and a good man is a good man, whatever they may chuse to call him.

FARMER.-Pry'thee let me ax thee, if thou's converted, if no body's right without it? SNIP. No, maister, more's the pity; but it would do me no good to shut my eyes wilfully, and deny what I know to be true; but here's Dame Furious coming, she'll take your part.

FARMER. Mistress, I was axing Titus his opinion of our new Parson. Was you at church yesterday?

Mrs. F.-Church! yes, indeed was I, once; but Grace-o-god! they shall catch me there no more; it is a fine turn up,—I could have spit in his face-church! but I hope somebody 'll write to t' Bishop, and have his gown pulled over his ears: a good for nothing. What I thought on was, that if I should be ill, and want sacrament, I should not know what to do: for I'm sure I would not receive it from him-no-pray God defend me. I've done my duty both to rich and poor.-I've gone to church and sacrament, and always acted like a good christian; and now, Lord bless us, this fool, that I should call him so, and not call him wrong, neither. Well, well, as I've lived, I hope to die.

SNIP. I hope not, mistress.

Mrs. F.-Impudence! hold thy tonguepray what can we do more than our duty? SNIP.-Nay, mistress, that's all that's required.

Mrs. F. Very well, then, what is my duty?

SNIP. To repent of sin-to have faith in Jesus Christ-and to be born again.

Mrs. F. I don't want thee to preach to me. Well one thing is, that not a decent creditable body in all the parish'll go to church, after a few Sundays. He may have tag, rag, and bobtail, and a heap of Methodiss rubbish-a pretty story! T'squire might as well have saved his money, as built a church, and been at such expense in repairing t'other; but he'll see t'end of it.

FARMER. What does t'Squire say to his ways?

SNIP. They say he's had a deal o' talk wi' him; and he says he knows no man better grounded in good doctrine. That he's glad he intends to labour so in the cause of God; and, that he means, at his own whole and sole expense, without axing