duce into his sermon one Sunday, in his little parish, an account of a journey he took; and how he was very warm and very dry; and how he saw a fine orchard of peaches that made his mouth water to look at them. 'So,' says he, "I came up to the fence and looked all around, for I would not have touched one of them without leave, for all the world. At last I spied a man, and says I, 'Mister, won't you give me some of your peaches?' So the man came and gave me nigh about a hat full. And while I stood there eating, I said, 'Mister, how do you manage to keep your peaches?' 'Keep them!' said he, and he stared at me ; 'what do you mean?' "Yes, sir,' said I; 'don't the boys steal them?' 'Boys steal them!' said he; 'no, indeed!' 'Why, sir,' said I, ‘I have a whole lot full of peaches, and I cannot get half of them"-here the old man's voice grew tremulous-because the boys in my parish steal them so.' Why, sir,' said he, don't their parents teach them not to steal?' And I grew all over in a cold sweat, and I told him I was afeared they didn't.' Why, how you talk!' says the man; 'do tell me where you live?' Then,' said Father Morris, the tears running over, 'I was obliged to tell him I lived in the town of G.' After this Father Morris kept his peaches." 6 THE END OF VOL. I. duce into his sermon one Sunday, in his little parish, an account of a journey he took; and how he was very warm and very dry; and how he saw a fine orchard of peaches that made his mouth water to look at them. 'So,' says he, 'I came up to the fence and looked all around, for I would not have touched one of them without leave, for all the world. At last I spied a man, and says I, 'Mister, won't you give me some of your peaches?' So the man came and gave me nigh about a hat full. And while I stood there eating, I said, 'Mister, how do you manage to keep your peaches?' 'Keep them!' said he, and he stared at me; 'what do you mean?' 'Yes, sir,' said I; 'don't the boys steal them? 'Boys steal them!' said he; 'no, indeed!' 'Why, sir,' said I, 'I have a whole lot full of peaches, and I cannot get half of them"-here the old man's voice grew tremulous- because the boys in my parish steal them so.' Why, sir,' said he, don't their parents teach them not to steal?' And I grew all over in a cold sweat, and I told him I was afeared they didn't.' "Why, how you talk!' says the man; 'do tell me where live?' Then,' said Father Morris, the tears running over, 'I was obliged to tell him I lived in the town of G.' After this Father Morris kept his peaches." you THE END OF VOL. I. |