mated by a gentle and kindly spirit-which, as it comes from the heart, so it always goes to the heart. But, on the other hand, although a gentle spirit will prompt a gentle manner, as well as gentle thoughts and judgments towards our fellowmen, and although a kindly heart will prompt kind words and a kind voice, yet these two together do not make up what we understand by the word courtesy. True courtesy is, in its idea, the perfect outward form of the gentle and kindly spirit-the flower and aroma that springs from those twin roots. Not all gentle and kindly persons can be properly called courteous. The spirit may The spirit may be there, but not the form. Where these are united, there is complete and perfect courtesy-one of the most graceful and gracious, lovely and winning things that delight human eyes, and charm human hearts."

CHAPTER XXXII.

THE DOCTOR'S HORSE-WHAT AND WHY ABOUT HIM.

THE Doctor has a saddle-horse, and takes a daily ride. But unlike Doctor Daniel Dove's immortal horse Nobs, there is nothing extraordinary in the story of the parentage and birth of Doctor Oldham's Dick-that is to say, nothing so far as the Doctor is aware. All that he knows about him is that he first drew the vital air on the plains of Mexico; and this is a matter of credible tradition -confirmed by Dick's looks and habits, rather than of the Doctor's own knowledge. Fred tried at first to get him registered in the family vocabulary as Richard Lionheart, but finally acceded to the designation of Richard Mustang, as having reference to his country and his race, which name Phil maliciously prolongs to "Richard Mustang Lini

ment," to the great disgust of Fred; and the Doctor often shortens to "Dick Musty," to Fred's scarcely less displeasure.

It may be that if Dick's story could be known, the faithful record would be as extraordinary and romantic, and as trying to the modesty of Miss Prim, as the story of Nob's parentage was to the Directresses of the Book Club that insisted on extracting the offending chapter-by a scissorsean operation before Southey's book was allowed to go its village round. But Miss Prim's propriety will not be shocked by any thing I have to recount concerning Dick's father and mother, for it is not known who his parents were, and so I could not set down any thing about their behavior, in a strict historical way, but only quite generally, as matter of necessary inference. There is ample scope, indeed, in the absence of known facts-and the greater from the entire absence of them-for acute and erudite conjecture of things neither impossible nor improbable, which I might put together with such art and skill, as to make them pass for true; as many biographers supply the lack of known events in the early days of distinguished men, or as some celebrated historians illuminate a dark period in the history of the human race.

But I have a reverence for historical truth, even in the pedigree of a horse, and as I know nothing of Dick's, I say nothing. Indeed, if I knew ever so much, it would not be pertinent to my purpose to recount it; for I have introduced Dick not for his own sake, but because Dick's ways and his master's ways together, are now and then the cause of odd mishaps, one of which connected itself in the Doctor's mind with another horse, which was connected with a calamity that was connected with the greatest blessing of the Doctor's life, as he justly regards the occasion that led to his gaining the greatest earthly treasure, a good wife. But for Dick, it is quite possible I might never have learned the story of that calamity, but for which there would have been no Doctor and His Wife; and so this immortal book would never have seen the light.

There is a great deal more in things than some people think.

CHAPTER XXXIII.

ALL-HANG-TOGETHER-NESS.

THOUGHTFUL Reader! Did it ever occur to you to think the thought I would suggest by the word I have placed above? If you have ever perpended it deeply and long, I need not tell you it is something to bewilder the mind in the attempt to grasp and follow it.

What a storehouse is the mind of man! filled with images of every thing we get by our senses, and with ideas, thoughts, feelings, in the intellectual and moral sphere, and all of them, images, thoughts, feelings, married to words that more or less clearly and vividly represent and reproduce them. A storehouse of what capacity! made to contain the experiences of Eternity, where nothing