[Illustration:  A PASTORAL VISIT.]

“And you, Sister Cynthy Ann,” he said, fighting shy of Jonas for the present, “I trust you are trying to let your light shine.  Do you feel that you are pressing on?”

Poor Cynthy Ann sank into a despondency deeper than usual.  She was afeard not.  Seemed like as ef her heart was cold and dead to God.  Seemed like as ef she couldn’t no ways gin up the world.  It weighed her down like a rock, and many was the fight she had with the enemy.  No, she wuzn’t getting on.

“My dear sister,” said Mr. Hall, “let me warn you.  Here is Mrs. Anderson, who has given up the world entirely.  I hope you’ll follow so good an example.  Do not be led astray by worldly affections; they are sure to entrap you.  I am afraid you have not maintained your steadfastness as you should.”  Here Mr. Hall’s eye wandered doubtfully to Jonas, of whom he felt a little afraid.  Jonas, on his part, had no reason to like Mr. Hall for his advice in Cynthy’s love affair, and now the minister’s praises of Mrs. Anderson and condemnation of Cynthy Ann had not put him in any mood to listen to exhortation.

“Well, Mr. Harrison,” said the young minister solemnly, approaching Jonas much as a dog does a hedgehog, “how do you feel to-day?”

“Middlin’ peart, I thank you; how’s yourself?”

This upset the good man not a little, and convinced him that Jonas was in a state of extreme wickedness.

“Are you a Christian?”

“Wal, I ’low I am.  How about yourself, Mr. Hall?”

“I believe you are a New Light.  Now, do you believe in the Lord Jesus Christ?” asked the minister in an annihilating tone.

“Yes, I do, my aged friend, a heap sight more’n I do in some of them that purtends to hev a paytent right on all his blessins, and that put on solemn airs and call other denominations hard names.  My friend, I don’t believe in no religion that’s made up of sighs and groans and high temper” (with a glance at Mrs. Anderson), “and that thinks a good deal more of its bein’ sound in doctrine than of the danger of bein’ rotten in life.  They’s lots o’ bad eggs got slick and shiny shells!”

Mr. Hall happened to think just here of the injunction against throwing pearls before swine, and so turned to Humphreys, who made his heart glad by witnessing a good confession, in soft and unctuous tones, and couched in the regulation phrases which have worn smooth in long use.

Julia had slunk away in a corner.  But now he appealed to her also.

“Blest with a praying mother, you, Miss Anderson, ought to repent of your sins and flee from the wrath to come.  You know the right way.  You have been pointed to it by the life of your parents from childhood.  Reared in the bosom of a Christian household, let me entreat you to seek salvation immediately.”

I do not like to repeat this talk here.  But it is an unfortunate fact that goodness and self-sacrificing piety do not always go with practical wisdom.  The novelist, like the historian, must set down things as he finds them.  A man who talks in consecrated phrases is yet in the poll-parrot state of mental development.