uth, I shall see that burning and shining light
home,' returned Bob; 'in the meantime I will thank you for the loan of a
lanthorn; the night is one of most unchristian darkness.'

"Solomon had now reclined his head upon the table as if for sleep, which
he very probably would have indulged in, despite of all opposition;
but just at this moment his horse, car, and servant most opportunely
arrived, and with the aid of Bob, succeeded in getting him away, much
against his own inclination; for it would appear by his language that he
had no intention whatsoever of departing, if left to himself.

"'I shall not go,' said he; 'it is permitted to me to sojourn here this
night. Where is Eliza? Oh! Eliza, my darling--these precious little
frailties.'

"'Bring the little hypocrite home out of this,' said she, with a good
deal of indignation; for, in truth, the worthy saint uttered the last
words in so significant a voice, with such a confidential crow, as
might have thrown out intimations not quite favorable to her sense of
propriety on the occasion. He was literally forced out, therefore; but
not until he had made several efforts to grasp Eliza's hand, and to get
his arm around her.

"'She's a sweet creature--a delightful dove; but too innocent.
Oh! Eliza, these precious little frailties!--these precious little
frailties!'

"'It's a shame,' said Eliza, 'and a scandal to see any man making such
pretensions to religion, in such a state.'

"'In all piety and truth,' said Bob, 'I say he's a burning and a shining
light!'

"' King James he pitched his tents between
Their lines for to retire,' &c., &c.

"And so they departed, very much to the satisfaction of Eliza and Boots,
who were both obliged to sit up until his departure, although fatigued
with a long day's hard and incessant labor. I also retired to my pillow,
where I lay for a considerable time reflecting on the occurrences of
the night, and the ease with which an ingenious hypocrite may turn the
forms, but not the spirit of religion, to the worst and most iniquitous
purpose."

* * * * *

And thus far our friend, Mr. Easel, whom we leave to follow up his
examinations into the state of the Castle Cumber property, and its
management, hoping that discoveries and disclosures may at some future
day be of service to the tenantry on that fine estate, as well as to the
country at large. In the meantime, we beg our readers to accompany us to
the scene of many an act o