I have said that Faber did not excel in simile. I must instance a few of his attempts at illustration of this nature, to corroborate my statement. In one sermon, already quoted, he speaks of persons who begin repentance, and then soon break off from their pious exercises, to return to their old state of torpor and indifference, and he says they resemble frogs, which crawl a little way out of their swamp, but, at the least sound to alarm them, flop into their slough again. In another sermon, Faber rebukes those who ask thoughtlessly in prayer, and make no use of the blessings given them in answer, and he tells them they are like the boys who on bonfire night go about begging wood with the song,— “Lieber Herz Sanct Veith, Bescher uns ein Scheitt.” “O dear Saint Vitus, Grant us a faggot!” And what use do they make of the faggot when they have it? asks the preacher. Why they make a fire with it, on which they may jump, till they have stamped it out! And in speaking of the obedience of servants to their masters, he says it should resemble that of the man who is being shaved. Such a man turns his head this way, or that way, puts his chin up, or puts it down, in obedience to the slightest gesture and sign of the barber. Faber is fond of quoting popular sayings and proverbs; some of which I give in his quaint old German:— 1. Wer sich mischt unter die Klew, Dem fressen die Saw. 2. Ein guter Zoll Ist spardir woll. 3. Wo tein gleicher Glauben ist Da auch tein Recht, betrawen ist. 4. Sanct Catyarein, Schliest die Thur ein. This is in reference to St. Katharine’s day closing the door of the Christian year. I must find space for one story related by Faber on New Year’s Day. A farmer once told a wise man that he was daily becoming poorer; whereupon he received from the wise man a casket, with the advice to take it daily into his kitchen, his garden, his storehouse, his vineyard, his cellar, his stable, and his field; and then, on the condition that the box was not opened till the year’s end, the sage promised wealth to the farmer. The husbandman obeyed implicitly: in the kitchen he found the cook wasting the meat, in the cellar the vats leaking, in the fields the labourers idling, in the garden the vegetables unhoed. All these disorders were rectified, and by the year’s end the man’s fortune was doubled. Then he opened the casket, and found in it a slip of paper, on which was written:— “Wills du Dag dir reichlich geling Solves taglich zu deinem Ding.” Which, Faber adds, is like the German saying, The best soil for a field is that in the farmer’s shoe. PHILIP VON HARTUNG.