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Show Hit First Kxperience. There was a shofttiiur party at Blank Hall, and among the guests was Sir X. Z., a very bumptious and overbearing man. His next neighbor was a quiet, inoffensive country parson who had not reached even to the dignity of a living, Sir X. Z.'s manner to tho meek little curat o was about as offensive as it could bo without leading to a breach of the peace. The curate bure it all with exemplary ex-emplary patience, and Bhowed no outward out-ward expression of his intense irritation. At the dinner table at night Sir X. Z. ' aud the curate sat opposite to each other, and the conversation turned on tho sizes of gnus and lengths of barrela. The i curate shot with a small bore, and ex- I pressed his beliof in them. Sir X. Z., ! who had been in India big game shout- hiS, thought to crush his clerical oppo- j nont liy saying: "I suppose you shoot I with a really bie; bore?" "Not till to-day," to-day," replied tho meek one. The laugh j that went round the table was balm to I the curate's soul. Churchman. j |