pride: what will the reality do? O human nature, how I know and mock
thee!"

"You are right," said Crauford, aloud; "let us talk of the pamphlet."

And after a short conversation upon indifferent subjects, the visitor
departed. Early the next morning was Mr. Crauford seen on foot,
taking his way to the bookseller whose address he had learnt. The
bookseller was known as a man of a strongly evangelical bias. "We
must insinuate a lie or two," said Crauford, inly, "about Glendower's
principles. He! he! it will be a fine stroke of genius to make the
upright tradesman suffer Glendower to starve out of a principle of
religion. But who would have thought my prey had been so easily
snared? why, if I had proposed the matter last night, I verily think
he would have agreed to it."

Amusing himself with these thoughts, Crauford arrived at the
bookseller's. There he found Fate had saved him from one crime at
least. The whole house was in confusion: the bookseller had that
morning died of an apoplectic fit.

"Good God! how shocking!" said Crauford to the foreman; but he was a
most worthy man, and Providence could no longer spare him. The ways
of Heaven are inscrutable! Oblige me with three copies of that
precious tract termed the 'Divine Call.' I should like to be allowed
permission to attend the funeral of so excellent a man. Good morning,
sir. Alas! alas!" and, shaking his head piteously, Mr. Crauford left
the shop.

"Hurra!" said he, almost audibly, when he was once more in the street,