my arm taken by the Rev. Mr. Mannersley in the nearest approach to
familiarity that was consistent with the reserve of this eminent divine.
I looked at him inquiringly. Although scrupulously correct in attire,
his features always had a singular resemblance to the national
caricature known as "Uncle Sam," but with the humorous expression
left out. Softly stroking his goatee with three fingers, he began
condescendingly: "You are, I think, more or less familiar with the
characteristics and customs of the Spanish as exhibited by the settlers
here." A thrill of apprehension went through me. Had he heard of
Enriquez' proceedings? Had Miss Mannersley cruelly betrayed him to her
uncle? "I have not given that attention myself to their language and
social peculiarities," he continued, with a large wave of the hand,
"being much occupied with a study of their religious beliefs and
superstitions"--it struck me that this was apt to be a common fault of
people of the Mannersley type--"but I have refrained from a personal
discussion of them; on the contrary, I have held somewhat broad views
on the subject of their remarkable missionary work, and have suggested
a scheme of co-operation with them, quite independent of doctrinal
teaching, to my brethren of other Protestant Christian sects. These
views I first incorporated in a sermon last Sunday week, which I am told
has created considerable attention." He stopped and coughed slightly. "I
have not yet heard from any of the Roman clergy, but I am led to believe
that my remarks were not ungrateful to Catholics generally."

I was relieved, although still in some wonder why he should address me
on this topic. I had a vague remembrance of having heard that he had
said something on Sunday which had offended some Puritans of his
flock, but nothing more. He continued: "I have just said that I was
unacquainted with the characteristics of the Spanish-American race. I
presume, however, they have the impulsiveness of their Latin origin.
They gesticulate--eh? They express their gratitude, their joy, their
affection, their emotions generally, by spasmodic movements? They
naturally dance--sing--eh?" A horrible suspicion crossed my mind;
I could only stare helplessly at him. "I see," he said graciously;
"perhaps it is a somewhat general question. I will explain myself.
A rather singular occurrence happened to me the other night. I had
returned from visiting a parishioner, and was alone in my study
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