As he in cursing pleasure took
So let it to him fall;
As he delighted not to bless,
So bless him not at all.

As cursing he like clothes put on,
Into his bowels so,
Like water, and into his bones
Like oil, down let it go.


Young Wringhim only knew the full purport of this spiritual
song; and went to his bed better satisfied than ever that his father
and brother were castaways, reprobates, aliens from the Church
and the true faith, and cursed in time and eternity.

The next day George and his companions met as usual--all who
were not seriously wounded of them. But, as they strolled about
the city, the rancorous eye and the finger of scorn was pointed
against them. None of them was at first aware of the reason; but it
threw a damp over their spirits and enjoyments, which they could
not master. They went to take a forenoon game at their old play
of tennis, not on a match, but by way of improving themselves;
but they had not well taken their places till young Wringhim
appeared in his old station, at his brother's right hand, with looks
more demure and determined than ever. His lips were primmed
so close that his mouth was hardly discernible, and his dark deep
eye flashed gleams of holy indignation on the godless set, but
particularly on his brother. His presence acted as a mildew on all