SMYTHE-to Father DEAN, again softly interposes Mr. SIMPSON, the Gospeler.

The Gospeler raised his hat and spoke reverently:-

And didn't the sovereign people elect him Justice of the Peace to get even on the gospelers?

"Ask it if it's a ghost," whispers the Gospeler, involuntarily crossing himself.

"Mr. PENDRAGON," panted the Gospeler, "you must give up this infatuation.

"Called to ask how you are, and offer Father DEAN'S compliments," says the Gospeler.

"His brain must be turned by the loss of his relative," murmured the Gospeler, pitifully.

Father DEAN, Ritual Rector of St. Cow's, meeting Gospeler SIMPSON upon one of their daily strolls through the snow, said to him:

"Dear me," ejaculated the Gospeler, gasping, "I only meant-

"And I believe that my unhappy pupil, Mr. PENDRAGON, is as guiltless," responded the puzzled Gospeler.

"Not at all," was the Gospeler's answer.

"Then," said the Gospeler, bowing his head and speaking slowly, "I suppose he must go to the Other Church."

"Well," mutters the Gospeler, "it couldn't have been a ghost, after all; but I certainly thought I saw an umbrella.

"This young man, your pupil, has sinned, it appears, and a Ritualistic church, Mr. Gospeler, is no sanctuary for sinners."

"MONTGOMERY is certainly attached to me, at any rate," murmured the Gospeler, reflectively, "and has made no attempt upon my life."

"As well as could be expected; this morning, at Bumsteadville," said the Gospeler, with answer as terse and comprehensive as the question.