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Answers to Questions in March | Of Abraham, in Genesis we read;

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A BASKET OF FRUIT.

1. Nectarine. 2. Raspberry (rasp - beryl - rye). 3. Damson (dame). 4. Apple (ape-plea). 5. Peach (chair). 6. Grape. 7 Gooseberry (b-perry). 8. Pear. 9. Mulberry (mule-b-err-y). 10. Currant. PENNE. Correctly answered by Nellie – Addie-Edith H. T.-R. W.-Lizzie-E. S. R.-J. and M. B.-Lector; and by Hannah, Lizzie, Mary, and Sarah.

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M. A. K.'s lines are excellent, but two of the fruits are incorrect.

XIII.

Next Eleazar, Aaron's eldest son, Followed the priesthood by his sire begun ;

Lot, Abram's brother's son, was faithful found,

When God by fire brought Sodom to the ground.

These names, in order read, will DANIEL make,

Who for the faith of God his life did stake. ADDIE. Also by Nellie-R. W.-LectorEdith-H. T.-George W.-J. H. R. -E. W.-A. J. H.-Mary-E. S. R. Lizzie-W. J. A.-J. L.-H. M.; and Catherine, wrong. Try again !

XIV.

The division of the Bible into chapters and verses (not, however, such small portions as the present verses) was made by Cardinal Hugo, about A.D. 1240. The plan of Hugo having become known to Rabbi Nathan in the fifteenth century, he made a Hebrew concordance to the Old Testament, retaining the chapters, but improving the order of the verses. The New Testament was divided into verses, and numbered, A.D. 1545, by Robert Stephen, a very learned Frenchman, who was printer to the king of France.

EDITH H. T. The arrangement of the Scriptures

David, who slew Goliath with a sling, Was both of Israel and Judah king; Abram, the patriarch by God's command, Left, for a country strange, his into chapters, has by many been native land;

ascribed to Lanfranc, Archbishop of

Nebuchadnezzar 'gainst the Jews was Canterbury in the reigns of William sent, First and Second; others say that And took their monarch into banish- Stephen Langton, Archbishop of the ment;

same see, divided them in the reign

Isaac, the patriarch, was the pro- of John and Henry Third, but the

mised seed

real author was Cardinal Hugo de

Sancto Caro (called Hugo Cardinalis), in the year A.D. 1240. The arrangement of the verses was by a Jewish Rabbi, named Mordecai Nathan, in the year A.D. 1445. G. J. N.

My 3, 1, 6, 13, 23, the uncle of a wicked king of Israel.

My 3, 20, 23, 3, 20, the father of a prophet and a priest.

My 21, 23, 6, 3, 6, a Jebusite.
My 20, 2, 12, 13, 4, an ancient

Also Lector-Polly-Louisa (very good)-Elfie-Nellie-H.-G. W.-leader of Israel.

E. S. R.-Penne-Addie-Mittie.

XV.

Professor Moses Stuart remarks that the words should be translated "roused thee up," rather than "raised thee up." The meaning certainly is not "brought thee into existence." The sense of the passage is clearly shown by reference to the facts of Pharaoh's and similar cases. God's dealings with proud, haughty, and obstinate spirits often provoke opposition, even when those dealings are most marked by patience and longsuffering. In the whole narrative, for example, of God's dealings with Pharaoh, every act perfectly accords with the most unswerving justice and equity. Yet when the rod descended, the tyrant, though he trembled, did not repent; and when the stroke was removed, his contumacy returned. Thus severity and leniency alike hardened Pharaoh's heart. The case has many parallels, and the text seems to suggest (ver. 17) that such instances are permitted in order that the inhabitants of the world may fear God and work righteousness. W. H.

Also by Lector-G. W.

QUESTIONS.

XIX.

I am one of the proverbs of Solo

mon, composed of 25 letters.

My 13, 4, 8, 10, 13, 23, a patriotic Jewess.

My 5, 10, 16, 20, 3, 12, one of the disciples.

My 12, 3, 23, 3, 10, the wife of a patriarch.

My 6, 13, 1, 3, 18, the father of a wicked king of Israel. W. H. B.

XX.

My first is myself, and I oft do my second;

My third very often reflective is reckoned;

My whole's a refiner, and put in our food;

But taken alone, it is not very good.

XXI.

I am composed of 14 letters. My 9, 10, 5, 12, 11, 14, is a boy's name.

My 1, 11, 4, is the boy himself (or any other boy).

My 8, 2, 7, 3, is his dinner-time (he dines early).

My 6, 13, 4, is his friend who dined with him.

My whole is a very important city in England, and its situation.

XXII.

Explain Ephesians iv. 26. -M.

XXIII.

Reconcile Genesis xxii. 1, with

James i. 13.-W. T. M.

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DR. O'MEARA IS VERY MUCH ASTONISHED.

THADY D'ARCY: A STORY OF IRISH LIFE. BY JEANIE SELINA DAMMAST (REEVES), AUTHOR OF "ST. MARY'S CONVENT," ETC.

CHAPTER VI.

THE SICK-ROOM AND ITS LESSONS.

ENTLY opening the door, Thaddeus passed into the drawing-room, but found it empty; the blinds were down, and the room looked dark and dull, the sun having gone round to the back of the house. Between the windows stood a cabinet with shelves well filled with some of the best works; every object spoke to the heart of Thaddeus, and brought visibly before him the solemn words of his friend the last evening he had been in that room; leaning for a moment on the mantelpiece in the

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fulness of thought, a letter caught his eye addressed to the "Rev. Thaddeus D'Arcy," in the wellknown writing of Mr. Grady. Hastily opening it, Thaddeus found a few closely-written lines announcing the writer's illness, and saying that he could not overcome the desire he felt to write to him, urging on him the necessity of deciding boldly for Christ. "I do not know why it is," he added in conclusion, "that I cannot wait until I see you to say this, but I feel as it were constrained to write to you. Do forgive me if I am too pressing, but life is uncertain; we are but sojourners here at the best, we none [JUNE, 1866.

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of us know what a day may bring forth, and we are called on to work while it is called to-day. 'Now is the accepted time.' Oh do not put it off,-do not say it is time enough. The present only is ours. Your faithful friend, Arthur Grady." My 'faithful friend' indeed," said Thaddeus, sighing, as he placed the letter in his pocket-book. "What a contrast he is to me. I have been misleading the unfortunate creatures in my charge, while he has been truly labouring in his Master's vineyard; would that I might be like him."

Thaddeus now left the drawingroom and, opening a door on the same lobby with great caution, entered Mr. Grady's bed-chamber. The room was small and suffocatingly warm, the full power of the afternoon sun beating on it, while the closed window and door had made. it almost as hot as an oven. The patient lay in an uneasy slumber, starting every minute as if in pain, his flushed cheeks, and the veins that stood out like cords on his temples, speaking of feverish symptoms.

Mr. D'Arcy raised the window softly, and then sat down beside the bed watching in much anxiety the disturbed sleep of his friend. After a few minutes the sleeper awoke with a start, and, muttering some almost unintelligible words, turned round.

The brilliant glassy eyes wandered restlessly about the room for a moment and then rested on Thaddeus, who took his burning hand in his and asked him how he felt?

"I fear I am very ill,” replied the patient, in a voice that sounded strangely unlike his own. "How

did you come here? have you been long beside me?"

"Not more than twenty minutes. Why did not you send for me, or let me know that you were ill?"

"I intended to write, but I think my head became confused in some way."

"You did write, but your letter was not sent, I found it in the next room."

"Ah, I remember now, I meant to have sent it, I am parched with thirst; and at one moment I am burning and the next shivering; I think it is a feverish cold."

"You should let the doctor see you immediately, my dear friend," said Thaddeus, who became more alarmed every moment. "He will, I have no doubt, order something that will give you relief."

"I think some lemonade would be the best thing for me just at present," replied Mr. Grady. "This thirst is fearful. I can now imagine what poor creatures in the desert must suffer when in want of water. Before I fell asleep I was thinking of the rich man who lifted up his eyes, being in torment" (how dreadfully expressive the phrase seemed to me), "and asked for 'one drop of water' to cool his parching tongue; thank God that I am not in his awful circumstances."

Meantime the priest had rung the bell, and, hearing the servant coming up-stairs, he stepped out on the landing-place and told her to bring him a lemon and a little carbonate of soda, with some fresh cold water. Going into the drawing-room, he paced slowly up and down with a troubled countenance until she returned, when he asked her to send

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up her mistress, as he wished to speak to her.

Miss Dudley entered the room so quietly while he was preparing the draught that he did not know she had come in until she spoke. "Thou art an expert nurse," she said, pointing to the glass. "What is thy opinion of thy friend?"

"I fear his illness is fever," answered Thaddeus, speaking low. "I do not like to press the point now, but, if he is not better before night, I shall insist on his seeing Dr. O'Meara."

"I am very sorry to hear thee speak so despondingly, but I trust thy fears will prove unfounded," said the Quaker. "Is there anything else thou canst think of that would be beneficial for the invalid?"

'Nothing at present, thank you, but perfect tranquillity. Your house is always a quiet one; and I am truly thankful that it is here Mr. Grady is placed. I shall now take him this cooling draught."

"Art thou going to stay with him?" asked Miss Dudley; "because, if thou canst not conveniently do so, I shall send for Rachel Penrose to mind the shop, and stay with him myself."

"Thank you, but I will not leave him," replied the priest, as he noiselessly turned the handle of the bedroom door and passed in.

Mr. Grady drank the refreshing mixture eagerly and soon fell asleep again, but on awakening from this slumber, which was a very disturbed one, it was evident to his watchful friend that his mind was wandering. "Dear Lucy, dear sister," he said, "lay your cool hand on my forehead, it is burning, my brain feels on fire."

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Miss Dudley had entered the room while he slept, to see how he was getting on, and he evidently mistook her for his sister, and her presence seemed to produce a tranquilising effect on him. Strange to say, that in that hot room where everything else within and without presented the same appearance of intense warmth, the Quakeress in her pale drab coloured dress, and snowy cap and handkerchief, seemed the spirit of coolness personified. She laid her hand, which was icy cold, on the patient's throbbing brow, and soothed him with gentle words, while Thaddeus went with saddened heart for Dr. O'Meara.

Dr. O'Meara, the dispensary-and also the only doctor in Ballinadarna,- -was a bustling little man, skilful enough in his profession, and possessed of genuine kindliness of feeling. His head was very round, and a quantity of bushy reddish hair bristled over the back and sides and stood straight up on the top. His face was literally as red as fire; and he had a habit of pushing his hands as far as he could into his trousers' pockets and pacing the room with creaking steps (much to the discomfort of his nervous patients) when he was considering a case. Such was the individual that soon stood beside Mr. Grady's bed, feeling the patient's rapid pulse, and growing still redder in the face as he counted the pulsations. Having tried in vain to obtain a coherent answer to a few questions, he shook his head, and, beckoning to the priest and Miss Dudley to follow him, he went hastily into the drawing-room.

"Bad case-very," were his first words. "Typhus fever-bad type;

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