To the Officials, Merchants, Savatis and others who have so often and so kindly given gratuitous advice to Missionaries, Gentxemex,—When Dr. Swift was Dean of St. Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin, there lived not far from the Cathedral a little lor, who having got a smattering of Theology, thought, like all persons who are only half informed on any subject, that he knew more about the matter than wen the Dean himself, The little man dtorabusé the Dean and his sermons, ad libitum, to all, who, coming into his shop, wore willing to listen to him. At last he wrote. a letter to the Dean, asking permission to call upon him, in order to expostulate with him upon the many errors Mito which ho fell in preaching to kia contion, The Dean of course returned a courteous reply, and mentioned a particular day and hour for the interview. The tailor led punctually,- and the following conversation took Thave called upon you in order to expostulate with you about Jour sermons, The Dean—Oh! Indeed!
Gospel. Now in the firat place you—Tailor-—The fact is, zon don't preach the Dean—Excuso me & moment; are you a Minister?
Tailor—Oh dear no! But I am convinced that I can point, out your false Theology, fatter myself I' know something on that subject hank you; may T ask what my trade is that of a tailor, but I can assure you that 1 have studied Theology good deal during my leisure hours.
The Dean—I see.
Of -course. you know your Bible well?
Tailor—Certainly.
The Dean—You remember that Angel, in the Book of Revelation, who is described as standing with one foot on the dry land and the other on the sea?
Tailor—Of course I do.
The Dean—Pray, how many yards of cloth do you suppose would be required to make him a pair of trewsers The little tailor seized his hat, rushed out of the house, and for the future attended to his own calling.
Quid rides? Mutato nomina, de te Fabula Iam, Gentlemen,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.