"Has the partner whom you bound me to kept hers inviolate?
Answer me that, Sir! None can better do so than you, Mr. How's--
tey--ca'--you."

"So, then, you confess your backslidings, and avow the
profligacy of your life. And this person here is, I suppose, the
partner of your iniquity--she whose beauty hath caused you to
err! Stand up, both of you, till I rebuke you, and show you what
you are in the eyes of God and man."

"In the first place, stand you still there, till I tell you what you are
in the eyes of God and man. You are, Sir, a presumptuous, self-
conceited pedagogue, a stirrer up of strife and commotion in
church, in state, in families, and communities. You are one, Sir,
whose righteousness consists in splitting the doctrines of Calvin
into thousands of undistinguishable films, and in setting up a
system of justifying-grace against all breaches of all laws, moral
or divine. In short, Sir, you are a mildew--a canker-worm
in the bosom of the Reformed Church, generating a disease of
which she will never be purged, but by the shedding of blood. Go
thou in peace, and do these abominations no more; but humble
thyself, lest a worse reproof come upon thee."

Wringhim heard all this without flinching. He now and then
twisted his mouth in disdain, treasuring up, meantime, his
vengeance against the two aggressors; for he felt that he had them
on the hip, and resolved to pour out his vengeance and
indignation upon them. Sorry am I that the shackles of modern
decorum restrain me from penning that famous rebuke; fragments
of which have been attributed to every divine of old notoriety