Occupying a high seat in the synagogue, and stiff as a flagstaff, was our beloved guardian, Wilson.

I shall never forget his look of wonder when his interesting wards filed in at the doorway, and took up a seat directly facing him.
Service over, we waited outside in hopes of seeing more of him; but sorely annoyed at the sight of us, he reconnoitred from the window, and never came forth until we had started for home..