facie_ testimony of sincerity upon
his countenance, which was black, and swollen into large welts by the
exposition of doctrinal truth which he had received at that gentleman's
hands. Lucre, on seeing him, very naturally imagined he was coming
to lodge informations for some outrage committed on him either in the
discharge of his duty as bailiff, or, for having become a convert, a
fact with which he had become acquainted from the True Blue.

"Well, O'Drive," said he, "what is the matter now? you are sadly
abused--how came this to pass?"

Darby first looked upwards, very like a man who was conscientiously
soliciting some especial grace or gift from above; his lips moved as if
in prayer, but he was otherwise motionless--at length he ceased--drew
a lone breath, and assumed the serenity of one whose prayer had
been granted. The only word he uttered that could possibly be at all
understood, was amen; which he pronounced lowly, but still distinctly,
and in as unpopish a manner as he could.

"I beg your pardon, sir," he replied, "but now my heart's aisier--I hope
I have overcome that feeling that was an me--I can now forgive him for
the sake of the spread o' the gospel, and I do."

"What has happened your face?--you are sadly abused!"

"A small taste o' parsecution, sir, which the Lord put into Father
M'Cabe's horsewhip--heart I mane--to give me, bekaise I renounced his
hathenism, and came into the light o' thruth--may He be praised for it!"
Here followed an upturning of the eyes after the manner of M'Slime.

"Do you mean to tell me, O'Drive, that this outrage has been committed
on you by that savage priest, M'Cabe?"

"It was he left me as you see, sir--but it's good to suffer in this
world, especially for the thruth. Indeed I am proud of this face," he
continued, blinking with a visage so comically disastrous at Mr. Lucre,
that had that gentleman had the slightest possible perception of the
ludicrous in his composition, not all the gifts and graces that ever
were poured down upon the whole staff of the Reformation Society
together, would have prevented him from laughing outright. "Of course
you are come," pursued Lucre, "to swear information against this man?"

"I have prayed for it," said Darby in a soliloquy, "and I feel that it
has been granted. Swear information, sir?--I'll strive and do betther
than that, I hope; I must now take my stand by the Bible, sir; that will
be the color I'll hoist while I live. In that b