iles," said the Deacon; "won't let alone of a man, till he gives in
't the Hebrew's in the wrong."

"But I 've nothing to say," said Captain Bennett.

"Oh, no, nor I," said Uncle Silas.

From the distance, borne on the gentle breeze, a click as even as a
pulse-beat came faintly over the water.

"He may be a good-hearted fellow," said the Deacon, "but I don't know as
I hanker to be the man that's pulling that skiff. But then,--that may be
simply and solely because I prefer a hair-cloth rocker to a skiff."

"Delia," said David Prince to his wife, one afternoon, "Calvin Green has
bought four tickets to that stereopticon show that's going to be in the
West Church to-night, and he gave me two, for you and me."

"I don't want his tickets," she replied, ironing away at the sunny
window.

"Now, what's the use of talking that way?" said her husband, "as much as
to say--"

"I have my opinion," she said.

"Well," said her husband, "I think it's a hard way to use a man, just
because he happened to be by when I lost my money."

"I 'll tell you," said Delia, stopping her work; "we will go, and all I
'll say is this--you see if after the lecture's over he does n't find a
text in it to talk about our money. Now, you just wait and see--that's
all."

*****

"Ladies and gentlemen," said the lecturer, standing by a great circle of
light thrown on the wall, behind the pulpit, "I have now, with a feeling
of awe befitting this sacred place, thus given you, in the first part of
my lecture, a succinct view of the origin, rise, and growth of the
globe on which, as the poet has justly said, 'we dwell.' I have shown
you--corroborating Scripture--the earth, without form and void, the
awful monsters of the Silurian age, and Man in the Garden of Eden.

"I now invite you to journey with me--as one has said--'across the
continent.'

"Travelling has ever been viewed as a means of education. Thus Athenian
sages sought the learning of the Orient. Thus may we this evening,
without toil or peril, or expense beyond the fifteen cents already
incurred for the admission-fee, journey in spirit from the wild Atlantic
to the sunset coast. In the words of the sacred lyrist, Edgar A. Poe,
'My country, 't is of thee,' that I shall now display some views.

"Of course we start from Boston. On the way to New York, we will first
pause to view the scene where Putnam galloped down a flight of steps,
beneath the hostile fire. See both mane and coat-tails