whenever the weather permits, and dare not neglect his duties. But the

strongest point of all is this--his very own father and brother are

clergymen, and bound to do their best for him. All these you insult,

and in so many words condemn for neglecting their duty, because you are

unable to resist the pleasure of a stray shot at a celebrated man when

he comes down here for hospitality."

"My dear, you have put the matter in a new light," said the Rev. Joshua

Twemlow; "I would be the last man in the world to cast a slur upon any

brother clergyman. But it is a sad denial to me, because I had put it so

neatly, and a line of Latin at the end of it."

"Never mind, dear. That will do for some one else who deserves it, and

has got no influence. And if you could only put instead of it one of

your beautifully turned expressions about our debt of gratitude to the

noble defender of our country--"

"No, no, Maria!" said her husband, with a smile; "be content without

pushing your victory further than Nelson himself would push it. It may

be my duty to spare him, but I will not fall down and worship him."

Joshua Twemlow, Bachelor of Divinity, was not very likely to worship

anybody, nor even to admire, without due cause shown. He did not pretend

to be a learned man, any more than he made any other pretense which he

could not justify. But he loved a bit of Latin, whenever he could find

anybody to share it with him, and even in lack of intelligent partners

he indulged sometimes in that utterance. This was a grievance to the

Squire of the parish, because he was expected to enjoy at ear-shot that

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