In our impatience at our treatment, and hunger for news, we forgot his sacerdotal character, and importuned him for tidings of the exchange.

His invariable reply was that he lived apart from these things and kept himself ignorant of them.
"But, father," said I one day, with an impatience that I could not wholly repress, "you must certainly hear or read something of this, while you are outside among the Rebel officers." Like many other people, I supposed that the whole world was excited over that in which I felt a deep interest.
"No, my son," replied he, in his usual calm, measured tones.

"I go not among them, nor do I hear anything from them.

When I leave the prison in the evening, full of sorrow at what I have seen here, I find that the best use I can make of my time is in studying the Word of God, and especially the Psalms of David." We were not any longer good company for each other.

We had heard over and over again all each other's stories and jokes, and each knew as much about the other's previous history as we chose to communicate.