"That was very wrong of her, Paul. I do not think Miss Martha, here,
will be so cruel as to require you to do any thing against your will;
nor would she interfere with your letters to your friends, as I have no
doubt Amanda has interfered. Well, Martha," said the good-natured
father, looking with pride towards his eldest daughter, a bright girl of
sixteen, "are you going to force Paul with you to church; to compel him,
whether he likes it or not, to eat flesh meat on days forbidden by his
church? And will you forbid him to write to his uncle, who, I doubt not,
is a very respectable gentleman in Ireland?"

"God forbid, father, that I should be guilty of half that. However, we
shall be very glad if Paul comes to our meeting house, seeing we often
go to hear the priest, Father O'C----, of the Catholic church."

"I should be very sorry to disoblige any body, but especially one so
amiable as yourself, miss," said Paul; "but I do not think I can
conscientiously go to any church except the Catholic church."

Mr. and Mrs. Clarke smiled, and a significant glance passed between them
at the gallantry of this speech.

"Why, Paul," said he, "I think you are a leetle too particular. It would
do you no harm to hear our preacher, Mr. Holdforth; I do not see what
can be wrong in it, no more than our going to hear the priest."

"The only difference is," said Paul, quickly, "that our religion and
service being right, and yours being wrong, you can attend our service
without scruple, but I could not attend yours without sin. It would be a
loss of time, a bad way to spend the Sabbath, or Sunday; the sin of