When I came to the seventh verse she interrupted me, and, with needless apologies for such a liberty, desired me to read it very slowly, that she might take it all in, and dwell on every word; hoping I would excuse her, as she was but a 'simple body.' 'The wisest person,' I replied, 'might think over each of these verses for an hour, and be all the better for it; and I would rather read them slowly than not.' Accordingly, I finished the chapter as slowly as need be, and at the same time as impressively as I could; my auditor listened most attentively all the while, and sincerely thanked me when I had done.

I sat still about half a minute to give her time to reflect upon it; when, somewhat to my surprise, she broke the pause by asking me how I liked Mr.Weston?
'I don't know,' I replied, a little startled by the suddenness of the question; 'I think he preaches very well.' 'Ay, he does so; and talks well too.' 'Does he ?' 'He does.

Maybe, you haven't seen him--not to talk to him much, yet ?' 'No, I never see any one to talk to--except the young ladies of the Hall.' 'Ah; they're nice, kind young ladies; but they can't talk as he does.' 'Then he comes to see you, Nancy ?' 'He does, Miss; and I'se thankful for it.

He comes to see all us poor bodies a deal ofter nor Maister Bligh, or th' Rector ever did; an' it's well he does, for he's always welcome: we can't say as much for th' Rector--there is 'at says they're fair feared on him.

When he comes into a house, they say he's sure to find summut wrong, and begin a-calling 'em as soon as he crosses th' doorstuns: but maybe he thinks it his duty like to tell 'em what's wrong.