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f . I 4 7: t Cp, ae PON UE ON THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. —_ a —_= —— Teint ( == NEA le ————— ' Wh T : wut as long to dig a grave in the yard as it did a mat- ter of twenty years back. But then I’m twenty years older !—and perhaps I ought to be thinking ef who will dig my own grave? Whoever he is, it won’t be the same as the one who is to act as clerk: for when I am dead and the offices aro to be eeparated. That I know fora fact. 1 shall out for an assistant: the people die fast in this village, emall as it is: but then there’s an aston- ishing number of old people here !' It would really ecem as if they had lived un with an understend- ing that when they all came to a certain date they sbould die off as fast as possible. Yes—I will. have an assistant.” Having arrived at this conclusion, Jonathan Carnabie slowly and deliberately drew forth from bis pocket a tolerably large flask; and it was aleo well filled, as the Burker could judge by the way in which the old man put it to his lips. The No. 47.— FOURTH ezRIEs. ee ess = , | PNT wi er A | fe ve i) He Vy, “Yes—an assistant |” resumed Jonathan in his audible musings: “it is all very fine to talk about an assistant—-but where is one to be found? If I cast my eye over all the stout young chaps at Woodbridge and round about, I cannot think of one that will inany way do. None of them like old Jonathan, as I know the rascals call mo—— Heaven forgive me for using sush a strong term as rascals in achureh! But about the assistant———— where is he fo be found ?” | The old man and took shother small draught from his flask, es sf ho thought it would sharpen his intellects and help on his reflections. But now there were two circumstances which had se- quired a peculiar interest for Mr. Barnes, whose countenance wae cooling iteelf against the iron bar of the window. The fires was thas (CO woo = * | MICLOO (CO