You see Miss, I'm knitting a pair o' stockings now:—they're for Thomas Jackson: he's a queerish old body, an' we've had many a bout at threaping one anent t'other; an' at times we've differed sorely. So I thought I couldn't do better nor knit him a pair o' warm stockings; an' I've felt to like him a deal better, poor old man, sin' I began. It's turned out just as Maister Weston said."
"Well, I'm very glad to see you so happy Nancy, and so wise: but I must go now; I shall be wanted at the Hall,' said I; and bidding her good bye, I departed, promising to come again when I had time, and feeling nearly as happy as herself.
At another time, I went to read to a poor labourer who was in the last stage of a consumption. The young ladies had been to see him, and somehow, a promise of reading to him had been extracted from them; but it was too much trouble, so they begged me to do it instead. I went, willingly enough, and there too I was gratified with the praises of Mr. Weston, both from the sick man and his wife. The former told me that he derived great comfort and benefit, from the visits of the new parson, who frequently came to see him, and
