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Pendeen, that the somewhat dry estate might be improved by the straw. Whether in this he was in advance of his times, and was acting on the homeopathic principle, that like cures like, is not clear; certain it is, however, that all his tithe straw failed to moisten the soil of Pendeen. He found it a dry estate, and it is dry to this day. Another experimental exercise of the doctor's genius was equally or, in its bearing on his own credit, much more unfortunate. People easily fall into the belief that the man who has won their hearts, by doing one thing well, is equally capable of all other kinds of action. Nor are we dis posed to let such cases provoke us to anything but a smile at so amiable an error Other feelings are excited, however, when we meet with those who act as if they thought themselves equal to any or every calling, while as yet they have proved successful in nothing e Dr.Borlase was in danger of becoming an objeet of pity, at least by becoming one of this class. For a time he seems to have been strongly tempted to undertake the public guardian. ship of ecclesiastical privilege, and what he would call religions orthodoxy. He was resolved to try his powers as a defender of the faith, or as an inquisitor general in a cautious way. And the rise and rapid spread of Methodism in his parish, or within the range of his power and influence as a magistrate, afforded the opportunity, and furnished the semblance, of reason for his experiments. But alas! his genius was out of its course again. This was not his groove; and his style of action became anything but easy, regular, or effective. In fact, he made himself ridiculous. At one of his appearances in this new cha racter, he pompously demands of the Methodist preacher, who is violently brought to his tribunal, Pray, who is the better for your preaching ? and, when met by the resistless testimony of a witness in count, humiliates himself by rudely thrusting his intended victims out of doors, exclaiming, Get along, you parcel of mad, crazy headed fellows He tried his hand once or twice at warrant-making; and with the design of catching the troublesome - preachers, both travelling and local," he issued an order to apprehend all able-bodied men who had no lawful calling or sufficient maintenance; and commissioned his constable, in one case, to seize upon a person, his name unknown, who disturbed the peace of the parish. In this, too, he had undertaken something above or beside his talent; and John Wesley, with quiet humour, records the result, by saying, "The justices who met at the next quarter-sessions, knowing a little more of the law of God and man, declared the commitment of the doctor's prisoner to be contrary to all law, and set him at liberty. The most curious scene in his career as a persecutor,

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