I remonstrate against these outrages upon reason and truth, of course, but it does no good.

I get the same tranquil, unanswerable reply every time: "It don't signify--the old woman won't know any different." Ever since we three or four fortunate ones made the midnight trip to Athens, it has afforded him genuine satisfaction to give every body in the ship a pebble from the Mars-hill where St.Paul preached.

He got all those pebbles on the sea shore, abreast the ship, but professes to have gathered them from one of our party.

However, it is not of any use for me to expose the deception--it affords him pleasure, and does no harm to any body.

He says he never expects to run out of mementoes of St.Paul as long as he is in reach of a sand-bank.