and where he was to be found. Half rising from her former position,
and looking earnestly in the face of her humble instructor,
which was beaming with her own admiration of the glorious works
and power of the Lord, she exclaimed vehemently,--

"That Lord,--who's him? I's never heerd of him afore."

"Laws, honey, don' ye know? He's de great Lord of heaben and earf,
dat made you and me and ebery body else. He made all de tings ye sees,--
de trees, de green grass, de birds, de pigs,--dere's noffin dat
he didn't make. Oh, he's de mighty Lord, I tells ye, chile!
Didn't ye neber hear 'bout him afore?"

Tidy shook her head; she could hardly speak.

"Tell me some more," she said at last.

"Well, chile, dis great Lord he lib up in de heaben of heabens,
way up ober dat blue sky, and he sits all de time on a great trone,
and he sees ebery ting dat goes on down har in dis yer world.
Ef ye does any ting bad, he puts it down in a great book he's got,
and byme-by he'll punish de wicked folks right orful."

"Whip?" questioned Tidy.

"Whip! no; burn in de hot fire and brimstone for eber and for eber.
'Tis orful to be wicked, and hab de great Lord punish."

"I ha'n't done noffin," cried out Tidy, fairly trembling with terror.