runnin' into strong reasonin' faculties. What then is the difference between him and us? Christianity. Ah! that is a great thing, if we only knew how to teach it to them, and let them see our example was equal to our precepts. They have lots of lamp ile, what a pity it is they can't read. It's the fashion among easy chair Christians to England to undervalue the labours of bishop in foreign parts. It's a great privilege to abuse a bishop and praise a savage-ain't it? It's Christain charity too, for as this mitered gentleman has to bear all things, he as to put up with your sarce. Well he has to have his food cooked in course, for he is used to it. The dear child of natur' eats it

raw.

"A bishop's task is no easy one at any rate, and it is made more difficult by other sects underminin' him in his labours, and sayin' he has no Scriptural authority. How in the world is lawn sleeves agoin' to convart a critter whose appetite is stronger than a pig's, who drinks dog-fish oil, thickened with blubber, the most awful pisonous stuff in the world, and dines off of whale-stakes, cut out of a fish that died afore the flood, and has been presarved ever since in natur's ice-house at the North Pole. If bishop is goin' to do the civil, and take pot luck with him, and wants to soft-sawder

him, he must go lower down still than that, so that savage may say: 'This Christian chap is a very sociable feller, arter all, but I guess he ain't used to such delicacies to home as dead foxes, and shipwracked seals.' Still the question is: what is the difference between us Christians and savages? The great thing is to settle what that term Christianity We ought to onderstand it, you know, for we expound it at our tea parties, and teach our parsons.

means.

"A savage looks at us and our doins, and says, Christians is no great shakes arter all. Aint that shockin' now? You must double your

One

subscriptions, old ladies. He says we don't onderstand ourselves, and asks what in the world is the meanin' of that word Christianity? is nicknamed an idolater, and has a fisherman's ring, when it's well-known fishermen never wore rings. And tother is branded a heritic, who wears long bands to look wise, which were never invented until white beards were cut off. And the third is a free livin' and free thinkin' gentleman. He says: they preach good will to all men and hate each other like the devil. They fight among themselves, and use us as tools. One has a book called a Bible, and tother burns it. One tolerates, and tother intolerates. They hate each other like pyson,

and use words which we call impious. They fight even in death, for they won't sleep side by side in the same grave-yard. Oh! it's no use talkin', Captin Colingwood, Christianity should be intrusted to the church to teach savages, and not to Tom, Dick and Harry. False teachin', and bad examples, bring rum, ruin, disease, treachery, and

death to the Indians.

I don't wonder Johny

Nogood, who knew our

favourite oath, said:

'Now man, I say damn.""

Slick," said Cutler, "I never heard

you talk so well afore. There is a great deal of truth, in that, although you have put it in a way to make my flesh crawl.”

Says I, "Cutler, I haven't put it half strong enough; but I actilly thought Sophy (Oh Lord! I thought I should have died, for it came out afore old Colingwood so sudden; but I went right ahead, for if you get into a slough or honey pot, you can't stop, you must whip up, yielk, talk slang, and bully the team, and put them through, for if you hold on one minute, the cattle can't or wont start the load agin, and you are in a pretty frizzle of a fix, so I went right ahead) or dear little Mary, (as if Sophy wasn't twice as dear) and Aunt Thankful, and all were present, for in course we talk more resarved afore ladies, than by ourselves.

But still," sais I, a lightin' of my candle, and risin' to go to bed (for I wanted to think of Sophy and not of savages), "depend upon it, Colingwoodman to man, face to face, and without bunkum, I don't wonder when an Indian looks at us and says, 'Now man, I say damn.'"*

* Two hundred and fifty years ago, very similar remarks were made by a French gentleman, who has left us an interesting account of his visit to Nova Scotia: "Et ne faut point m'alléguer ici le prétexte de la réligion. Car (comme nous avons dit ailleurs) ils ont tout tuez les originaires du païs avec des supplices les plus inhumains que le diable a peu excogiter. Et par leurs cruautés ont rendu le nom de Dieu un nom de scandale à ces pauvres peuples, et l'ont blasphemé continuellement par chacun jour au milieu des Gentils, ainsi que le Prophète le reproche au peuple d'Israël. Témoin celui qui aima mieux estre damné que d'aller au paradis des Hespagnols."-Lescarbot's Hist. de la Nouvelle France, p. 483.

CHAPTER IV.

AUNT THANKFUL AND HER ROOM.

THE first thing I did when I went to my bed-room was to pack up my things. I never draw on to-morrow. It is like anticipatin' one's income and makin' the future bear the expences of the past. When a thing is done, it is off your mind. To carry care to bed is to sleep with a pack on your back. That's my logic, as the pilot sais. Well, when that was done, I hops into bed, and now, sais I to myself, Sam, sposin' as we are alone here, and it ain't overly late, we have a little quiet talk together.

What do you think of to-day's work?

Well, I think it is about as pleasant a day as I ever passed in my life. As for Sophy, she is