"You've got some kind of subscription paper, I suppose." The old gentleman began to warm up as he thought of it.

"But I can't give any thing.

I never do--I never will.

It's an infernal swindle.

Some deuced Missionary Society, or Tract Society, or Bible Society, some damnable doing-good society, that bleeds the entire community, has sent you up here, Sir, to suck money out of me with your smooth face.