I am sure I don't want to speak disrespectfully about the Holy Scriptures, but I found old Job Horton busy reading his Bible yesterday.

Says I, 'What are you reading, and where did you get it, and who gave it you ?' So he made answer, 'That he was reading Susannah and the Elders, for that he had read Bel and the Dragon till he could pretty near say it off by heart, and they were two as pretty stories as ever he had read, and that it was a caution to him what bad old chaps there were in the world.' Now, as Job is bed-ridden, I don't think he is likely to meet with the Elders, and I say that I think repeating his Creed, the Commandments, and the Lord's Prayer, and, maybe, throwing in a verse of the Psalms, if he wanted a bit of a change, would have done him far more good than his pretty stories, as he called them.

And what's the next thing our young parson does?
Why he tries to make us all feel pitiful for the black slaves, and leaves little pictures of negroes about, with the question printed below, 'Am I not a man and a brother ?' just as if I was to be hail-fellow-well-met with every negro footman.

They do say he takes no sugar in his tea, because he thinks he sees spots of blood in it.

Now I call that superstition." The next day it was a still worse story.
"Well, my dear! and how are you?
My lady sent me in to sit a bit with you, while Mr.Horner looks out some papers for me to copy.