Only remember," he added, after a pause, "just this: it don't trouble me, for I've nothing to do with the Plan of Campaign--only I don't want the Pope to be meddlin' in matters that don't concern him." "It's out of respect, then, for the Pope that you wouldn't mind the Decree ?" "Just that, intirely! It was some of them Englishmen wheedled it out of him, you may be sure, sir." "I am told you went out to America once." "Yes, I went there in '48, and I came back in '51." "What made you go ?" I asked.
"Is it what made me go ?" he replied, with a sudden fierceness in his voice.

"It was the evictions made me go; that we was put out of the good holding my father had, and his father before him; and I can never forgive it, never! But I came back; and it was * * * father that was the good man to me and to mine, else where would I be ?" I afterwards learned from * * * * that the evictions of which the old man spoke with so much bitterness were made in carrying out important improvements, and that it was quite true that his father had greatly befriended the emigrant when he got enough of the New World and came home.
It was curious to see the old grudge fresh and fierce in the old man's heart, but side by side with it the lion lying down with the lamb--a warm and genuine recognition of the kindness and help bestowed on himself.

His resentment against the landlord's action in one generation did not in the least interfere with his recognition of the landlord's usefulness and liberality in the next generation.
"You didn't like America ?" I said.

"Where did you live there ?" "I lived at North Brookfield in Massachusetts, a year or two," he replied, "with Governor Amasa Walker.

Did you know him?
He was a good man; he was fond of the people, but he thought too much of the nagurs." "Yes," I answered; "I know all about him, and he was, as you say, a very good man, even if he was an abolitionist.