the arrival of Increase. There must have been an unusual degree of
gravity in my countenance corresponding with the importance of the
work I was about to undertake, for the reverend gentleman had hardly
taken a seat before he observed it, and inquired into its cause. We
are upon that footing of intimacy, that there was no impropriety in
the question, and I unhesitatingly acquainted him with my purpose.

"I should as soon think," said the Rev. Increase, "of building a
verandah before a wood-house, or putting mahogany doors into my old
toppling down church."

The remark was not very complimentary, but great freedom of speech
prevails between us, and I took no offence; especially as I knew that
the Rev. gentleman was smarting under a disappointment in the sale
of a volume of sermons, whence he had expected great things, from
the publication of which I had vainly endeavored to dissuade him, and
whose meagre proceeds fully justified my forebodings. The mention of
my work naturally recalled this afflictive dispensation, and _hinc
illæ lacrimæ_. Reading his mind, I answered, therefore, as gently as
a slight tremor in my voice would allow, that there was no accounting
for tastes, and that as trifling a thing as a song had been known to
outlive a sermon.

I declare I meant no harm, but his reverence (one of the best men in
the world, but who, in every sense of the word, belongs to the "church
militant,") instantly blazed up--

"I dare say," he said, bitterly, "that you understand the frippery
taste of this trivial age better than I. A capability to appreciate
solid reading, reading that cultivates the understanding while it