propose one health in addition to that of the baby hero of the day, that of the new Rector of Chesford, the Rev. Horace Greydon,"—which announcement was hailed with the most marked approbation by the assembled company.
"Well, old fellow," said Arthur, "I give you joy with all my heart, and I give myself joy too; it will be rare fun having you for a neighbour. I daresay my father never told you that the Rectory is one of the prettiest houses in the neighbourhood."
"I am sure, Mr. Greydon," said Mrs. Hopkinson, "I never was so pleased in my life, what a thing it will be for Chesford to have such a clergyman. It makes me happy to think of it; but what upon earth is to become of us without you, I have not an idea; we shall all turn heathens," and overcome by these adverse ideas, Mrs. Hopkinson fairly burst out crying.
"Pray accept my congratulations," said Sir William de Vesci, drawing Mr. Greydon aside. "It will give Lady Eleanor and my-
