"Repair the fences!" muttered the moderator at length.

   "Build them strong and high!" echoed Deacon Potter.

   "Take special care

    of the old Black Bull!

   " growled half the meeting.

   Then another pause ensued, and each man eyed his neighbor in mute mystery.

   A tall and venerable man now arose from his seat; clearing his voice with a hem, he spoke:

   "Brethren, you seem lost in the brief and eloquent words of our learned adviser. To me nothing could be more appropriate to our case. It is just such a profound and applicable reply to us as we should have hoped and looked for, from the learned and good man, John Bulkley. The direction to repair the fences, is to take heed in the admission and government of our members; we must guard the church by our Master's laws, and keep out stray and vicious cattle from the fold! And, above all things, set a trustworthy and vigilant watch over that old black bull, who is the devil, and who has already broken into our enclosures and sought to desolate and lay waste the fair grounds of our church!"

   The effect of this interpretation was electrical. All saw and

    took

   the force of Mr. Bulkley's cogent advice, and unanimously resolved to be governed by it; hence the old black bull was put

    hors du combat

   , and the church preserved its union!

   Dobbs walked into a

    Dry Goodery

   , on Court street, and began to look around. A double

    jinted

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