Good night." "Good night, deacon." "He knows more'n you do about religion," said Mrs.Kimper, who had followed closely behind, and who rejoined her husband as soon as the deacon departed.
"He ought to, seein' his head-piece an' chances; an' yet I've heerd some pooty hard things said about him." When the couple reached home, Sam looked at the long heap of straw and rags on which his children should have been sleeping, but which was without occupant except the baby.

Then, by the light of the coals still remaining in the fire-place, he looked through some leaves of the little book which the prison visitor had given him.

When he arose from the floor, he said to himself,-- "I'll stick to Him yet, deacon or no deacon,--stick to Him as if He was Andrew Jackson.".