wrath, which never had long memory, and scorning even to look round for

Dolly, in whom he felt such confidence, took the mighty warrior by the

good arm and led him toward the peaceful bells.

"Hurry; we shall be late," he said. "You remember when we called you

'Hurry,' because of being always foremost? But they know better than to

stop the bells till they see me in the church porch. Twemlow wanted to

upset that, for the parsons want to upset everything. And I said: 'Very

well; then I shall square it by locking the gate from your shrubbery.

That will give me five minutes to come down the hill.' For my

grandfather put up that gate, you must know, and of course the key

belongs to me. It saves Twemlow a cable's-length every time, and the

parsons go to church so often now, he would have to make at least

another knot a month. So the bells go on as they used to do. How many

bells do you make it, Mr. Nelson?"

"Eight bells, sir," Lord Nelson replied, saluting like the middy in

charge of the watch. And at this little turn they both laughed, and went

on, with memory of ancient days, to church.

CHAPTER V

OPINION, MALE AND FEMALE

The fine young parsons of the present generation are too fond of asking

us why we come to church, and assigning fifty reasons out of their own

heads, not one of which is to our credit or theirs; whereas their proper

business is to cure the fish they have caught, instead of asking how

they caught them. Mr. Twemlow had sense enough for this, and treated the

largest congregation he had ever preached to as if they were come for

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