been a keen sportsman; and though his son had given up field sports in deference to higher notions of clerical duty (his wife’s, as people said), the old man’s feeling prompted him to severity on poachers. Frank Fordyce, while by far the most earnest, hardworking clergyman in the neighbourhood, worked off his superfluous energy on scientific farming, making the glebe and the hereditary estate as much the model farm as Hillside was the model parish. He had lately set up a threshing-machine worked by horses, which was as much admired by the intelligent as it was vituperated by the ignorant. Neither paupers nor poachers abounded in Hillside; the natives were chiefly tenants and employed on the property, and, between good management and beneficence, there was little real want and much friendly confidence and affection; and thus, in spite of surrounding riots, Hillside seemed likely to be an exception, proving what could he done by rightful care and attention. Nor indeed did the attack come from thence; but the two parsons were bitterly hated by outsiders beyond the reach of their personal influence and benevolence. It was on a Saturday evening, the day after Griff had come back for the Christmas vacation, that, as Emily was giving Amos his lesson, she saw that the boy was crying, and after examination he let out that ‘folk should say that the lads were agoing to break Parson Fordy’s machine and fire his ricks that very night;’ but he would not give his authority, and when he saw her about to give warning, entreated, ‘Now, dont’ze say nothing, Miss Emily—’ ‘What?’ she cried indignantly; ‘do you think I could hear of such a thing without trying to stop it?’ ‘Us says,’ he blurted out, ‘as how Winslows be always fain of ought as happens to the Fordys—’ ‘We are not such wicked Winslows as you have heard of,’ returned Emily with dignity; and she rushed off in quest of papa and Griff, but when she brought them to the bookroom, Amos had decamped, and was nowhere to be found that night. We afterwards learnt that he lay hidden in the hay-loft, not daring to return to his granny’s, lest he should be suspected of being a traitor to his kind; for our lawless, untamed, discontented parish furnished a large quota to the rioters, and he has since told me that though all seemed to know what was about to be done, he did not hear it from any one in particular.