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MEET ME BY THE STILE, BESSIE-
Oh, meet me by the stile, Bessie,
Beyond the rippling brook,
Where first I won tby smile, Bessie,
Thy sweet, bewitching look ;
There rreet me when the weary sun
Is setting in the West,
When, after it’s day’s course is run,
It sinks beneath the crest;
Then meet me by the stile, Bessie,
Beyond the rippling brook,
Where first I won thy smile Bessie,
Thy sweet, bewitching look.
’Tis time that we should part, Bessie,
Though parting fosters pain ;
Oh, fare thee well, sweetheart Bessie,
Until we meet again.
The placid night is fading fast,
Then dawns the new-born day,
Which, with a smile, may vanish past
And welcome evening’s ray:
Then meet me by the stile, Bessie,
Beyond the rippling brook,
Where first I won thy smile, Bessie,
Thy sweet bewitching look.
■"loiifur
THE WINE-SELLER’S DAUGHTER,
OR
THE HIGHT BEFORE THE
BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS.
RY WILLIAM HENRY PECK.
Author of “ The Brother's Vengeance” “‘Vir*-
ginia Glemaire" “ Saul, the Renegade"
11 The Mocloroon," “ The Red Dwarf,.'
il The Family Doom," “ The
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CHAPTER XII—CONTINUED.
“This is my plan,’.’-said Henry.
“ I must return to the. camp before
dawn, for there is every re asm to
believe that the enemy is already mov
ing in his camp to'.give battle before
sunrise. Our scouts have warned ns,
and" whatever my. feelings may be I
must lead my company tomosepw.
But in the meantime I will lay down
my life to serve Viola .Hartly. Lei;
all search be made for Victor St. John,
and such failing PauLvind I will meet
him at midnight. Let-, the patrols
scour the city unceasingly until dawn,
arrestng every one- found abroad and
taking him to Col. Hartly’s house for
examination, unless someone in the
arresting party shall vouch for the
prisoner. It is now later than ten —
yes, quarter of eleven. In one hour
and a quarter Victor St. John will be
a prisoner or a corpse —” V
Itosetta now longed for a dagger to
stab Henry, who talked so calmly of
killing her lover.
“ Do you agree to this, my friend ?”
continued Henry.
“We must,” sighed Col. Hartly.
“And in the meantime I will take
good care that Rosetta does not play
me a trick and meet him after all.
Ah! she has heard all!” exclaimed
Paul, suddenly recollecting the thin
ness of the partition.
He bounded from the parlor into
the hall and attempted to open his
daughter’s door. It was locked.
“ Rosetta —open!”
No answer; and the wine-seller
dashed in the door with a savage
blow of his knee. The room was
empty! Rosetta was gone, and the
open window showed the means of her
sudden escape.
Paul uttered a loud cry and thrust
his head from the window.
“ She has gone ! The leap to the
ground could not harm her—she is as
active as a squirrel! I can see noth
ing ! Ah, my child ! my child!”
The stout-hearted wine-seller sank
upon a sofa and sobbed aloud. He of
course had no idea of the time Rosetta
had been gone —he supposed she had
fled immediately after his stormy in
terview. Capt. Allison and Col.
Hartly, who had followed him in the
room, respected his grief and turned
their faces aside.
When Paul Amar raised his face it
was terrific in its ghastliness, and
bis eyes were fiery and bloodshot.
“ Gentlemen,” said he hoarsely}
“I am going mad ! If my daughter
comes near me now I would kill her !”
. “Not so, my worthy friend,” said
001. Igbtly, placing his hand upon
the urHMtppy man’s shoulder. “Do
you net know that something remains
to fathers who have been robbed of
their daughters?”
“You mean resignation!” cried
to jloatlimt literature, Jtetos, anirCentral Information.
Paul, vacantly.* “No—it rotoains for
me to die. Iha ver*Bothing *'inore to
live for now." jiw gs
The agony of the unfortrinate father
was terrible, and unless some sudden
and startling change should be given
to his thoughts that agony would
speedily end in quick death.
“ Resignation after vengeance !”
whispered Col. Harly, in a tone which
showed how his blood was boiling yvith
hate, despite his years and long worn
dignity. ..
Paul Amar sprang to his feet with
a roar, like that of a lion aroused from
his sleep.
“Right, Colonel! Thanks for the
word! Yes, vengeance remains—
though," continued he with a horri
ble laugh, “ perhaps the bitterest ven
geance I could take upon Victor St.
John would be to let him have free
play to deceive Rosetta.”
His astonished friends exchanged
glances of alarm.
Was the wine-seller already mad !
“ I say,” continued Paul, looking
to the priming of his pistols, and
speaking from his teeth, “that the
most terrible revenge man can heap
upon the soul of man is to suffer him
to make love to his own child.”
CpL Hartly recoiled from the fero
cious scowl of the wine seller, and
mßitered: “He is mad ! His grief has
turned his brain.”
“ I am not mad, gentlemen,” said
Paul, steadily. “ I am as sane as
you-J-I have been mad not to have
said to- Rosetta--- ‘ Do not love Victor
St, -John, my child—for he is your
father!’ And if that had failed I
should have said: ‘And the assassin
of your mother !’ ”
But St. John—exclaimed Henry.
tc Believes she is my chilli —therefore
to me belongs vengeance. Let us go
and Seek it.With these words the
wine-seller left the room followed by
As JsffcmU -*of their footsteps,
died away, anti Dos a shout in the sa
loon announced that Paul was a popu
lar man among his patrons below, a
z'm&'wmy niif» i Aw. i
staring black eyes peered rrom be
hind the c rim eon curtains of the va
cant bed and Rosetta sprang to
the centre of the apartment.
She had been concealed—she had
effected a successful stratagem —and
she had heard terrible tidings.
“My father ! Victor" 1 my father!
Am I dreaming ! Is not Paul Amar
my father! Was not’ his wife my
mother ! Great Heaven what .is all
this mystery ! Hark ! it is striking
eleven ! In one hour Victor St. John
—lover or father will be a corpse unless
L warn him! My father ! Impossible.
Paul jbmar is my father, and my sup
posed flight has driven him mad as he
said it would. Victor murdered my
mother ! Impossible ! My mother died
two years ago, and then I had never
seen" Victor St: John ! No, my father
is mad—’and will kill Victor. I will
save him, for all he loves Viola, and
then—and then—well then I will die.”
Then, and not until then, Rosetta
sprang from the open window and
vanished in the pitchy night, saying
to her heart:
“ I will save you or die with-you,
my Victor!”
CHAPTER XIII.
TIIE CONSPIRATORS.
Victor St. John after leaving the
fortune-teller’s passed rapidly through
street after street, followed at a dis
tance by his satellites, until he reached
the house in which Viola Hartly was
a captive. Then turning to those who
followed him he gave a peculiar whistle
from his tube which was answered up
and down the. street at'regular inter
vals and pauses.
“ Nineteen,” said St. John as he tal
lied the signals upon his lips. “ The
tally is correct.” Then ur,locking the
door he passed in and carefully barred
and bolted the entrance.
“ Raymond,” said he, as he stood
in the hall, which was now dimly
lighted.
Raymond was not visible, but after
a Beries of growls, oaths and scufflings
in a dark corner, that amiable gentle
man crawled into the light from under
a table.
“ What were yeu doing there, old
hedgehog?” demanded St. John, who
was by no means in an amiable mood.
“In the first - place have you the
gold, my warlike hero!” asked Ray
mond./'
“ You are insolent! What if I
have
“ The* year floe plot eayes in.
You’ve .’ad wisitors, my Captin’,” said
Raymond. “ You ’as ’em this minit.
They’re in the League-Hall., Two
ferocious wisitors as wants money.
There’s a rat hole in the wall under
that table and its been a recreation,
hit ’as, to me, to listen to the remarks
of them visitors.”
Raymond was soaping his paws
again.
GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 5, 1861.
“ they ? and what do they
wantN*w(F
“ Twso*%hiefs of the League, my
Captin—-and they wants gold. They
say thes won’t hact with yer after
this nighty-,nor this night neither with
out the g#!d—they can’t keep the
brethren satisfied-*—they’re willin’ to
stand by ye—but the brethren want
gold.” »: ’ k
“ Confound them ! They'll have
gold and blood enough before morn
ing,” said St. John. “The blow will
be struck before dawn.”
“ Pervided yer ’aves ’ands enough
to strike hevery vere, Captin.” * ‘
“ What do you mean ?”
“The brethren want money down
—on the nail—or they won’t hact.”
“ So—l will see these visitors. How
is it with the young lady ?”
“ She’s all right up stairs—atad my
lovely Marbel is exhibitin’ herself in
the room hevery three minutes—the
Princess is hall safe—so she would’nt
’ave ye Captin?”
Raymond lathered his visage all
over With this fact, up to the eyes,
over the nose and under the chin—
eyeing the captain gleefully.
“ Away with you !” cried St. John,
dealing him a smart blow on the head
with the sack of gold.
“ Gold ! He’s got gold by the bags
ful!” exclaimed Raymond, and this
fact gave him such intense delight that
he rubbed himself from his heels to
his head with it—bathed in it sponged,
himself all over with it. “He’s a
Juke of Dimints—is the warlike Cap
and the Queen of ’arts !—which is
hup habove with Marbel, which is the 1
Queen of Clubs.” « -j
St. John passed through the hall |
and then through several empty rooms,
finally pausing before a door. There
he beckoned to Raymond to keep near
him and then entered.
The door gave him noiseless admit
tance into an alcolve, which contained
a dais, raised three feet from the level
of the floor, and sheltered by heavy
damask curtains.
wwipssif
and a few small tables. "By' one of
these tables sat two dark looking men,
who were so earnestly engaged in con
versation that the entrance of the
captain was unobserved. They sat
near the wall,, which there divided the
hall of the mansion from the great j
saloon, or as it was called by the con
spirators the League-Hall.
“Well, my friends,” said St. John,
after staring at them contemptuously,
though the expression changed in-:
stantly to one of cordiality as the,
men sprang to their feet.
“Ah! We are glad to gee, you,
Captain!” cried one of them. f" :
“ Thank you Mapes, and yon too j
Shei!,” said St. John. “ How stands ,
the League now.”
“Impatient, Captain,” replied he'
who answered to the name of Sheik
“ The bands are murmuring at this long
delay.”
“ Do they not know that it would be
ruin for us to act before Packenham
gives the signal ?” demanded St.
John. “Do they think that Andrew
Jackson is unable to fall back upon
the city and hang every man of them.
They must be patient until Packenham
gives Jackson employment below.”
“ Patience is a virtue they do not
possess, and even if the blow were to be
struck to-night,” said Mapes, “ many
of them refuse to act until paid tljp
sum they have been promised.”
“ They shall be paid' Re*d the
numbers of the bands with their *ien,”
said St. John.
Sheil produced a paper and read as
follows:
“No. I. Captain, 20—paid—Ready.
“ 2. Mapes, 29 —n«t paid—Mutinous.
“ 3. Carlos, 20.—paid—Ready.
“ 4. Sheil, 36—half paid—Unreliable.
“ 5. Garami, 40—not paid—Doubtful.
“ 6. Tarrant, BU-T'Blacks, paid—Ready.
“ 7. Vitelli, 60—half paid—Doubtful.
“ 8. Clare, . 75 “ “ “
Total, , , 350.” .
“ And what amount will satisfy the
rascals?” demanded St. John.
“Not less than five thousand dol
lars,” replied Sheil.
“ It is now quarter of eleven,” said
St. John. “The captains and officers
of the League are to meet here at
quarter past eleven. Let it be known
as speedily as possible that I have the
gmcl qn double their demands
—and will do ii. Where aro the
bands ?”
“ All areln meetings at their differ
ent quarters awaiting your answer,”
replied Sheil.
“So much tire better. Convene
the officers as possible,” con
tinued St. John as he turned to leave
the hall, from which Mapes and Sheil
immediately dqpq®|ed.
St. John deported the sack of coin
itt a small eldest upon the dais and
said to Raym|h4 i f*‘
“Go guard the front door. I have
much wnti*£<to do in my office.’’
Raymond-hobbled away while St.
John hastened to the apartment where
he kept his private papers, and having
locked the door threw off his cloak
and seated himself at a desk. He
studied a map of the city for a'few
minutes and then thought aloud:
“It must succeed, Packenham
sends me word thathe will attack Jack
son at daybreak. The fight will be
bloody/tint brief, for the American
rabble cannot withstand the charge of
those British veterans. Packenham
demands that we shall fire the city at
that a portion of Jack
son Vforce shah be detached from the
main body to rescue the city. But
this does not suit me, for that detached
force would play havoc
handful of mercenaries at my cotii
mand. The revolt might be quelled
by half of Adair’s Kentuck
ians. No —let the battle begin—we
shall, hear the cannon plainly here.
Thenr I will let loose my men for
plunder and rapine. Jackson will
have more than he can do to resist the
British, and will not be able to spare a
single company for the city. The
battle below is to open just before
dawn. I will .give the- signal to fire
and , saejf one hour before that trine,'
and long ere Jtfckson can receivd in-,
telligeucc of*it New Orleans shall b&
in a sheet, of- flame. The constgrna
tion Qf -the-few fighting, men here yiN 4
be the--only thing thougtet of. The.
city shaH. be, well plundered before
Mckebham yhs a hand jn the'pluck
ing. tjSh&Tl have my choice of the
‘ JBeauty <f-' Booty- before jits veteran
thieves of the Peninsula, can a drive.
Whafoshall I ;, do£vr&Ji.-’ray prisoners?
I will tak# no , ’moi'e than I have. I
have Carlos look after the
wine-seller’s daughter. llow did that
Italian Count tfiscover that I am to
meet Rosetta at midnight? llow did
he track me to New Orleans. So ho
, trickled me into a legal marriage with
his daughter! I think I have had
the best of it so far, and will to the
very end. I shall make it a pleasure
to knock Count Mario on the head.
I I for that little beauty of
is ' something about
that ’Rosetta which reminds me of
Clara Atite'lli, of Florence. And that
father of- Rosetta—that wine-seller,
P-jtfJ-—where have I seen him—or
some one like him, years and years
ago?
j This ruffian, Carlos, loves Rosetta
■.—the'brute ! He to love such a flower
i—a mere bud. And she loves me—
poor thing—believes I love her ! I, to
love a mere -child like that! She has
1 served my purpose }>o far, for \ iola is
in my power, and without I
! could lnvo 'done-little, whether in' low
'or plot. But my word is pledged to.
j cnsnnrj Rosetta for Carlps.”
i anil paced the-floor with
1 uneasy strides, muttering : -
!“!’“ I would balk the villain if LcoYlidf
I Poortfcosetta —she \o\f&rcc—she.be
lieves me as lmmacuiat? as a Go A,
I whereas I am an incarnate' devil,
judged by godly men. lam to meet
her at twelve— she will fly to my-armw
—the girl is as chaste as snow, arid
I must use all my arts to persuade
her to e|ope with me—having*succeed
ed I must give up the confiding, inno
cent child to the merev of the ruffian,;"
Carlos. It rs terrible I See her tear
ful eyes, hear her pleading voice, feel
her arms thrown around mo, clinging
to me for protection ! Horrible! I
cannot do it. Now thaUViola.is mine
I shrink from the unholy compact. It
seems that I affttstill human.”
He paused in his pace, for his quick
ear heard'lhe sound of voices below.
“It is Carlos—he has hurried from,
his affairs to pres3 this matter. lie is
coming to demand his portion of the
game. I have used the villain to the
accomplishment of my purposes—why
should I he used by him to gain liis
ends? The rascal would betray me
if he dated. I am warned not to
attemp' to injure Rosetta —the warn
ing seems.like a voice from the grave.
I must' incur great peril to ensnare
Rosetta, for my purpose seems known.
I will break the compact. 1 will not
move jn the matter. And if Cailos
dares -scowl upon my decision—let
him look well to his litc. The ruffian
affects a disgusting familiarity already,
and Mapes has warned me that Carlos
seeks to be the leader of tho League.
He my rival!”
Someone knocked at tho door, and
St. John opened it at once.
“ I£bw sets tho wind now, brave
captain?” said Carlo3 as ho swag
gered in. , <
“ Fair for good men, and foul for
traitors,” replied St. John, sternly.
“ So much" the better, Captain, for
us good men.' Do you know that it is
after elevevf” . ' \ '
“And what.if it is?”
“ What If It is ? Why rflucli,. my
Captain. - There - remains a bind to he
caught —the bargain i3 not yet all
shipshape on your part. It is time
you were ruising after Rosetta, the
wine-seller’s daughter.”
“Timo enough for that,” replied
St. John. “ Nor am I accustomsd to
being schooled by any man when to
act."
“ Carlos gave a lurch and a reel that
swung hingfaco to fuco with his ac
complice.
“ Speak out, Captain, do you meat
to say that you wRI catch my bird so;
mo ?”
“Catch your own birds, my gay
Spaniard, and remember where you
are, and to wjiom you speak. You
have been my ally, but not my equal;”
said St. John haughtily.
“ You wish to back out of the com
pact,” growled Carlos, “and so try
to pick aquarreTwith m;. Come, you
are nqt off shore yet. There is time
to bring a regiment sabres from
Jackson’s camp.”
“ You will dare attempt to betray !”
exclaimed St. John, with a dangerous
gleam from his keen blue eyes.
“ I say I can and dare, if you play
me false,” replied Carlos, boldiy. If
you break your agreement with mo
there’s no honor among thieves, and I
leave you.”
~ “ That is if you can.”
“ “If I can ? Who will stop me ?”
demanded* Civics, drawing his pistol
- <£f£Uy'- ¥-
: “That,” said St-. John, calmly and
towards the open door.
<su los turned-arid beheld Raymoffi?
with a carbine reveled at his head#**’
“Aha! So-so!” muttered Carlos
glancing fronj man. “Efe
is a Jcvil, as rfiyptpciVtM? believe. I
must watch fog|jpet®cnance,”. ■
“If be stW -R-ajßfc&nd', shoot him
down," crieff g£Jolil7. .. 1
“Aye,” growlitlßaymond. “The
swaggering pi rati* picked me last idghtJ
Be sure hied pop-bin atwßn the ears
or the heyes. But lie brought a lady
with him, Cap.ttli’?’. « - ..
“ A lady ? Where is, she Yfho
is she?” -V
Carlos replaced his njiyil and laughed
mockingly.
“I will tell you who she is, bold
Captain,- and then we’ll be 1 fiends
“ I have always doubted you, Captain,
about the girl, and
a Turk when I girUfovu'd'
you. As I was about \lie
streets, a while back, hunting after
Pierre Rivart,- who is missing, a petti
coat dashed by and-1 grappled it, of
course. She cried: ‘Gh tell me
where I may find'Capt. St. John—for
life and death !’ So I convoyed her
here. She didn’t know me in the
.dark, for I grfovjLed out that I had
unoheyAo piijr tbo Captain and would
rshowtnC way—it,was just around the
bend of the nexf Street. She’s very
anximts to see you, Captain.”
“Who is she?” demanded St? John,
feeling uneasy.* 4 „
' “ Well, she’ll be called. Soporfl'
los.- Sollio soon, lut a|(. net
naße is Rosetta, th%j|fin<Plel ler s
daughter.!”-
“ Great HeSven! Sh€ here!” ex
claimed St. John, growing pale.
“ She shall be set at liberty immedi
ately !”
“Perhaps not,” said Carlos, coolly.
“ I hear the sound of the Leaguers as
They enter the empty house alongside.
A yell from 1110, or the report of that
carbine Old Porcupine is handling,
will bring them here. There is a law
of the League which reads somewhat
after this wise : ‘No B.J 1 i?.—Beauty
or Booty—shall be vestoi-ed from the
League, when once claimed by a
brother, without the consent of every
member of the. League, and the pen
alty of violating this decree sliali be
death.’ That’s the sense of it, though
not the lingo.’*-;You sec what don’t
please one may please another, and
should you-change your mind about
your bird, Viola, why there’ll bo plenty
to claim her, eh ?”
St. John shuddered as he reflected
upon the possible fate of Viola. If
in the coming onslaught lie should fall
by intended or chance blow, Viola
would become the prey of the first
ruffian that should hiy hands on her.
“Where is Rosetta?” housked.
“Chatting with the dainty Viola,”
said Carlos. “I put her in MarbeTs
charge, and told the she dragon to let
her have a talk with the bird. You
see Viola will soon let the cat out of
the bag.”
“ What cat ?”
“ Why, that we made a lovely bar
gain—-girl for girl—wife for wife—ior
I intend to make Rosetta a dutiful
and affectionate husband,” said Car
los. “ Rosetta, by this time bates-,
you more than she ever loved—-tlrat s
my policy.”
“ The League is ready to enter the
hall,” sail! Raymond.
“Let U3 go with the League,” said
St. John. “ After that, Carlos, we
wißattend to other matters.”
“As you please,” replied Carlos,
swaggering after the Captain, and
eyeing Raymond’s carbine scornfully.
[to b* ooNTurtriD is oca wu]
NO. 18.
WE SLEEP TOO LITTLE.
But if night, and not day, is thO
time to sleep, then it maybe said that
thogeneral princip!c,jirevails that the
amount of sleep aboald be regulated
by the dividing line between light and
In-kness; and that this view may bo
iceepted as tire-correct one, is .deter
mined from analogy; it being truq
that auimals accept it and act upon it
in the temperate latitudes, which aro
supposed to bo the most favorable for
the development of the human organ*'
ism in its highest proposticrus/-.
Take the year together day and
night are about equal; and were man
kind within these latitudes to live ac
cording to the laws of life and health •
in other directions, they would sleep
while darkness is on the face of the
earth, and be* active only during the - -
period in which was abundant. ‘
Asa hahit and fashion with our peo*
pie, we sleep, too little. It is admitted
by all those who aro competent to
speak on the subject, that the people
of the United States, from day to day,
not only do not get sufficientsleep, hut
they do not get sufficientrost. By tlio
preponderance of the nervous over tho f
vital temperament, they need all the
recuperating benefits which sleep can
offer during each night as it passes.
A far better rule would be to get
eights and including sleep
ten horn sos recumbent rest. It is a
sad mistake, that some make, who
suppose themselves qualified -to speak
on tho subject, in affirming that per-.
sons of a highly wrought-nervous -
temperament need—as compared with
those of a more lympbai.c, or stolid
.organization—less sleep. The. truth
is, that where power is expended wi.j
great rapidity, by a constitutional law,
it is regathcred slowly; the teictions
after awhile demanding much more
time for the gathering up of uowfurco
than the direct effort demands in ex- v
pending that force. Thus a man of a
nervous temperament, after lie has es
tablished a habit of over-doing, recov
ers from the effect of such overaction
much move slowly than a jaiui of. dif
power to rest is destroyed. .
As between the nervous and tho
lymphatic temperaments, therefore,
wLei«vxcess of work is demanded, it
wit3»always be seen that at the close of
d-ny’s labor, whether it lias been of
muscle or thought, the man of r.ervou3
(temperament who is tired, finds it d.f
ficutrto fall to sleep, sleeps purturbly,
wakes- *up excitedly, and is more apt
tliaft otherwise to resort to stimulants
Made fcmhself in conditions of ploas
uraljlc activity. While the man of
Lymphatic temperament, when tired*
faUs asleep, sleeps soundly and unir.-'
tmuptedly, anti wakes up in the
morning anew man.
*ffhc facts are against the theory
that nervous temperaments recuperate
from ihe.fatigug3 tfl '-which their pos
scssgpfoiire suo-jeated. Three-fourths
of our drunkards arc from the ranks
of the of nervous temperament.
Almost all opium eaters in cur coun
try —and their name is Legion—aro
persons of nervous or sanguine tem
peraments. Almost all tho mc-n in
the country who becomes tho victims
of narcotic drugimedieation are the
nervous or nervous sanguine tempera*
ments.
That the very general habit of de
pendence upon stimulants, or stimulo
narcotics, is almost entirely confined
to persons of the nervous tempera
ment, shows that the taxations to
which they subject themselves arc not
raadily reacted from; and that under
their methods of living, they find it
difficult to depend upon the natural
force to make good their'losses within
the timo they allot for that purpose.
The rule, therefore, should ho the other *
way from that which is supposed to
be; namely, that persons of highly
wrought nervous organization need
but little sleep.
It should be tho habit with such per
sons to sleep largely, and to insist
upon such freedom from exercise, -Loth
of body and mind, and sueh external
!conditions of repose, as gradually to*
bring the brain to acknowledge such
relations to tho general structure a3
will enable its various organs to be
come so refreshed that they may,
when duty is resumed, perform it
with accustomed yet healthy vigor.
The New Testament. —The great
mass of readers suppose the books of
the New Testament appear in the or
der as written —that the Gospel of St.
Matthew was first composed, and the
RevllationS last. This is n mishitke.
The following is will estiiblsbed to
be the order in which the various parts
came before the world:
1. St. Paul’s Epistles, Epistle
to the Hebrews. 3. The first three
Gospels. 4.-Epistle of St. James,
f,. The Revelations. 0. Epistle of St.
Peter. 7. Acts of the Apo*ik-s. 8.
Gospel and Epistles cf St. John.