CHAPTER X .-- A Dutiful Grandson and a Respectable Grandmother.
-- Military Dialogue -- Disobedience of Orders--Solomon's Candor--A Confidential Communication--Solomon Dances the Swaggering jig--Honest Correspondence--Darby's Motion of Spiritual Things--Two Religions Better than One--Darby's Love of Truth.
We believe our readers may understand, that although we have ourselves taken the liberty of insinuating that little Solomon, as M'Loughlin called him, was not precisely--but we beg pardon, it is time enough to speak of that yet.

All we have to say in the mean time is, that Solomon's character, up to the period we speak of, was not merely spotless, but a burning and a shining light in the eyes of all the saints and sinners of the religious world, not only in Castle Cumber, but in the metropolis itself.

Solomon was an Elder of his congregation, in which Sabbath after Sabbath he took his usual prominent part as collector--raised the psalms--sang loudest--and whenever the minister alluded to the mercy that was extended to sinners, Solomon's groan of humility--of sympathy with the frail, and of despair for the impenitent; his groan, we say, under these varied intimations of Gospel truth, was more than a sermon in itself.

It not only proclaimed to the whole congregation that he was a sinner, but that he felt for sinners--rejoiced in their repentance, which he often did in a nondescript scream, between a groan and a cackle of holy joy, that alarmed the congregation; but also wept for their hardness of heart, when he imagined that it was likely to terminate in final reprobation, with such a pathetic fervency, that on many such occasions some of those who sat beside him were obliged to whisper--"Brother M'Slime, you are too much overcome--too piously excited--do not allow yourself to exhibit such an excess of Christian sympathy, or there will be many instances among the weaker vessels of relapses and backslidings, from not understanding that it is more for others thou art feeling than for thyself." Solomon then took his hands from before his face, wiped his eyes with his handkerchief on which they had been embedded, and with a serene and rather heavenly countenance looked up to the preacher, then closing his eyes as if in a state of ethereal enjoyment, he clasped his hands with a sweet smile, twirling his thumbs and bowing his head, as the speaker closed every paragraph of the discourse.
These observations account very plainly for the opinions touching Solomon which were expressed by M'Loughlin.

Solomon was at this time an unadulterated saint--a professor--in fact one of the elect who had cast his anchor sure.