Year: 1859

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can't find it. said he, can you, Ma
ry? Something about feet shod with the
Gospel of Peace


Alas Mary was not much better in
formed than her husband, until she re-
membered there was passage about ar
NOR, in one of the Epistles, whereupon
with her knitting needle to guide before
her eyes down the page, verse by verse,
she settled it triumphantly upon the 10Th
verse of the last chapter in the Epistle to
the Ephesians.


That's it ? said her husband, gratifed
at the discovery; and having read the
verse, he read the chapter and afterwards
the Epistle to.


Mary said he again, after another
reverie, there's to be a fight between
Young Moss of the dell and VIII Crofts
of our village


A fghtP exclaimed Mary, for such
an announcement was furthest from
her thoughts at the moment; and are
you to be in the thick Of it as usual ?


1 promised to be with them and see
fair play, and I must keep my word


Then what have you to do with the
Bible and the Gospel of Peace ? asked
Mary quickly.


l want to see if we can't have fair
play and yet no fighting said Hayes
thoughtfully, and I shall search here for
a way till 1 find ONE


Mary marvelled greatly as her hus-
band came regularly home every evening
10 resume that search, and she remarked
how much fewer were the profane or an
CRY expressions which now mingled with
his conversation.


The day fixed for the fight at last has
arrived, and Jefry Hayes, standing be-
tween the waiting combatants, and sur
rounded by an eager ring of village ga
zers, and took hand of each.


Well said he, looking from one to the
other, which OF you is the most like
Cain (which is prepared to show him
self murderer? p





The young men, surprised and sullen,
sought to withdraw their hands from the
blacksmith's grasp.


Look you, my friends said he, Il
promised to come here and see fair play,
and as l helped on the quarrel in the be-
ginning, it is fit I should see the end of
1t. tell you both that fair play is to
forgive one another, and the bravest of
you is he who dares to forgive first
Come down, now, and talk it over with
me at the forge, and I'll prove to you that
this is the right way of thinking. Good
morrow, friends; there will be no fight
ing here to-day, promise you.


You are making fools of US, smith,
said one of the youths, angrily.


No, no, you did that for yourselves
when you quarreled about nothing, and
L want to see you wise men again


What a queer end of fight, exclaim-
ed the disappointed villagers, as Jeffry
Hayes marched triumphantly off the
ground, with a shout, with a sheepish-
looking youth on either side. sOnly
think of the great Jeffry Hayes turning
peace-naker; it is as good as a fight to
see If, so we haven't altogether lost our
time


Some four or five years afterwards a
passing visitor at the Hall walked thro'
the village with the squire. The eve
ming was drawing on,and the blacksmith's
forge was becoming conspicuous in the
deepening twilight.


You must look in here a moment be-
fore we return, said the squire, for /
am proud of our village smith-he Is a
tanned lion ; once the most frey, quarrel
some fellow politician, too, with a frame
strong enough to enforce any argument
and carry any bad majority /; but now the
quietest, ,soberest, and most christian man
know Of


l Here they reached the forge, and were
respectfully received by Jeffry Hayes.
! My friend says the visitor. after
looking at him few moments, as if en-
deayoring to recall some of the recoIIec-
tons of the past, 8 if I mistake not, YOU
once shod my horse on a dark winter eve
ming, and


| Sir, if / mistake not said Jeffry with
a glow of pleasure on his face after an
equally searching look at the strangers
Icountenanee, and an attentive ear TO his
voice, il mistake ot,you are the Kings
messenger who bore the pardon for gull
1 ty rebels on that night. 1t was a word
In season, sir, and | have proved how
good it was. 1t led me to turn from