After a calm survey of my person, which to me was uncomfortably long, he turned to the bystanders, and in the same high-pitched, lugubrious voice which he had used when exhorting, said:-- "Brethren, here behold ye the type of anti-Christ," and he waved his thin hand toward me much to my amusement and annoyance.

"Here," said he, "we find the leading strings to all that is iniquitous--vanity.

It is betokened in his velvets, satins, and laces.

Think ye, young man," he said, turning to me, "that such vanities are not an abomination in the eyes of the God of Israel ?" "I believe that the God of Israel cares nothing about my apparel," I replied, more amused than angered.

He paid no attention to my remark.
"And this young woman," he continued, pointing to Madge, "this young woman, daughter of the Roman harlot, no doubt, she also is arrayed in silks, taffetas, and fine cloth.