indifferent to the example set him by Paul's steady devotion. The poor
old man, besides, led a very innocent life, and the grace of God had few
obstacles to contend with in its influx into his empty but innocent
soul. He was often heard to say in presence of even Mr. Gulmore, the
minister, and Amanda, who might be called the female parson, that, if
any religion was worth having, it was that one which made Paul so
victorious in his arguments, and so pure and pious in his conduct. "That
was the young one," said uncle, his voice trembling with feeling, for he
loved Paul as a son, "that was the child that deserved to be called one;
that knowed what he owed to God, and man too."

"He was as cunning as a fox, and as full of the spirit of Popery as an
egg is of meat," said Mr. Grinoble bitterly.

"I know him to be as innocent as a dove," said uncle Jacob, warmly, "and
believe him to be as full of the Spirit of God as Samuel was in the
temple. There, now."

"Then, uncle Jacob, I see you are beginning to believe in the Bible,"
sarcastically added the parson. "I am glad to find your mind inclined in
that way. I hope you will soon get religion and the change of heart."

"I hope and pray to the Lord," said the old man, in a voice little
removed from that of one in tears, "to change my heart, and give me
religion, as I now believe there is such a thing on earth. But, Mr.
Grinoble, your hard and cruel religion, I trust, shall never be mine.
God forbid! _It_ will never change my heart."

"Uncle, don't you talk that way," said Amanda. "This is very unpleasant.
Take no notice of him, sir," said she, addressing the parson, who