good warning to sinners, old and young, by
that poor servant of the Lord, John Bunyan."
Of the same author we also read: "Mr. John
Bunyan, author of the Pilgrim's Progress, and
many other excellent books that have found
great acceptance, hath left behind him several
MSS. His widow is desired to print them; they
will make a book of ten shillings. All persons
who desire so great and good a work will send
in five shillings for their own payment to
Dorman Newman. 1690." Of another person,
whose name is famous in literature, we hear,
"The gentleman who was so severely ridiculed
for bad horsemanship as Johnny Gilpin, died at
Bath leaving twenty thousand pounds. 1790."
In May, 1763, we read: "The creditors of the
late William Shenstone, Esq., of the Seasowes,
are desired to send an account of their debts
and accounts in order to have them discharged."
In 1751 we read: "The house and gardens of
Edward Gibbon, Esq., at Putney, to be let for
any number of years."

In December, 1680, a wonderful bargain is
advertised thus: "These are to give notice to
persons of quality, that a small parcel of most
excellent tea is by accident fallen into the hands
of a private person to be sold; but that all may
not be disappointed, the lowest price is thirty
shillings a pound, and not any to be sold under
a pound weight, for which they are desired to
bring a convenient box."

There is a curious notice "to all gentlemen
and others of the surname of Abraham, who
are desired to meet at the Pump, in Wallbrook,
on Wednesday, there they will meet others of
the same name who are desirous of forming a
pleasant club. 1705."

Even matrimonial advertisements sometimes
find their way into these old papers. Thus:
"To Gentlemen of Fortune.—A most advantageous
opportunity now offers to any young
gentlemen of quality and independent fortune.
The advertiser now offers to introduce such to
an accomplished young lady of fortune and
greater expectancy. None but a real
gentleman will succeed. 1771."

Here is another: "A middle-sized, genteel
gentleman, supposed to be of the age of twenty-
five or thereabouts, of a handsome, cheerful
countenance, a widish mouth with very fine
teeth, looked like a clergyman, and was chiefly
in company with a very young officer at Ranelagh
on Friday. If the said gentleman is really
of the Church of England, and is a single man,
and has no objection to an agreeable companion
for life, of a pious and virtuous disposition, not
much turned of thirty, and who is in possession
of a very handsome jointure, by directing a line
to M. A., at Jack's Coffee House, may hear of
further particulars. 1759."

In a copy of the Times for October, 1798, we
find some interesting paragraphs. The news of
the day were Nelson's glorious victory and the
Irish rebellion; and the two small sheets are
principally filled up with these important
subjects. We read, that "immediately that the
news of the gallant victory obtained by Admiral
Nelson was known at Lloyd's, a subscription
was opened for the relief of the widows and
orphans of the brave who died there for their
country's glory." Another paragraph tells us:
"Among the wonders of the present day, Mrs.
Siddons' late achievements at Bath, Brighton,
and London should not be forgotten. She
positively performed at each of these places within
the incredibly short space of ninety-six hours."
The coarse paper, bad type, and small size of
this paper would ill please the Times readers of
the present day.

It is even more interesting to read the longer
paragraphs, and, comparing them with the
leaders and well-written articles in some of our
modern newspapers, to note the march of
intellect. We have reason to be thankful that
we live, not in days when our ideas of the
outer world, as derived from newspapers, were
confused by accounts of "mowing devils,"
"possessed maidens," "three suns," "headless
men," and "double children," but in times
when special correspondents from all parts of
the world supply us with word pictures and
eloquent histories of great events.

THE ABBOT'S POOL.

IN SIX CHAPTERS. CHAPTER. III.

THE honeymoon was over, the ordeal of
wedding visits gone through, and the doctor and
his wife settled down into home life. Philip
Denbigh had well said that Elsie was the
only woman in the world for him ; and every
hour of close wedded union deepened his
passionate affection for her. His nature, reserved
and intense in everything, was one which
peculiarly needed to repose on "the soft pillow of a
woman's mind;" and though not by any means
his equal in intellect, she very soon learned to
enter into many of the subjects that interested
him, and to like them for their own sake as
well as for his. And yet, while every hour
gave her fresh proofs of his devotion to her,
while she saw that his fond looks followed her
whenever they were in company together, and
that her soft voice was always heard by him
in ever so large a party, Elsie had arrived,
within the first year of their marriage, at the
conclusion that, for some reason beyond her
ken, her husband was not happy, and,
moreover, that he did not fully trust her. He
was unaccountably anxious to study the address
of every letter she received, and he had a
habit of cross-examining her minutely, and
with a restless eagerness which he tried in
vain to conceal, as to whom she had seen
and what she had done during his absence;
it often happened that he would recur to
the subject long after she had finished her
simple history, turning on her with sudden
sharp questioning, as if he suspected her of
trying to conceal or falsify something. More
than once sonic chance inaccuracy in her
statement had worked him up into just such an