The Egyptian a SAE roaring fire could always be got by kicking pieces of the smouldering wood and blowing them into flame with the bellows. When Rob saw the min- ister he groaned relief and left his loom. He had been weaving, his teeth clenched, his eyes on fire, for seven hours. “*T wasna fleid,” little Micah said to the neigh- bours afterwards, “to gang in wi’ the minister. He’s a fine man that. He didna ca’ my father names. Na, he said, ‘ You’re a brave fellow, Rob,’ and he took my father’s hand, he did. My father was shaking after his fecht wi’ the drink, and, says he, ‘ Mr. Dishart,’ he says, ‘if you'll let me break out nows and nans, I could bide straucht atween times, but I canna keep sober if I hinna a drink to look forrit to.’ Ay, my father prigged sair to get one fou day in the month, and he said, ‘Syne if I die sudden, there’s thirty chances to one that I gang to heaven, so it’s worth risking.” But Mr. Dishart wouldna hear o’t, and he cries, ‘ No, by God,’ he cries, ‘ we'll wrestle wi’ the devil till we throttle him,’ and down him and my father gaed on their knees. “The minister prayed a lang time till my father said his hunger for the drink was gone, ‘but,’ he says, ‘it swells up in me o’ a sudden aye, and it may be back afore you’re hame.’ ‘Then come to me at once,’ says Mr. Dishart ; but my father says, ‘Na, for it would haul me into the public-house as if it had me at the end o’ a rope, but I’ll send the laddie.’ “You saw my father crying the minister back ? It was to gie him twa pound, and, says my father, ‘God helping me,’ he says, ‘I’ll droon mysel’ in