“I know Green is a smart boy, but they say the Browns have him here to run on errands, and he is strongly suspected of not being what he should be, in regard to honesty.”

One or two of the honest countrymen spoke in my behalf, and the whole was turned off in a jovial way, not wishing, as I suppose, to injure my feelings; at which he, with a sigh that bespoke the consummate hypocrite, added: 

“Well, Green, God bless you.  You had a sainted mother, and I always respected your old father, but you boys, I fear, are all in the downward road to ruin.  You had better return home and be a good boy.  Beware of the company of the Browns, as you know they are bad characters, and that I, and many others, held them at a distance, when they were in Lawrenceburgh.”

The rest of the company retired while he was thus lecturing me so sanctimoniously.

No one can imagine the feelings I then had.  I was at first confounded, then enraged, to witness the conduct of that black-hearted villain, he little suspecting that I knew him to be the very man that was in the room the day before, dressed in disguise.  How could I feel otherwise.  There he was lecturing me about duty, as if he had been a saint.  It is true, he sustained that character at home.  I had known him for many years as a leading man in the very respectable church to which he there belonged.  Had I not been satisfied of the base part he was acting, when I met him the day before in disguise—­his hypocritical lecture might have been beneficial.  But I discovered he was an arrant knave—­a real whitewashed devil, and I could with difficulty refrain from telling him my thoughts.  I left, wondering how such a Judas could go so long “unwhipt of justice”—­how he could avoid exposure.  Probably it was by a change of dress.

It was now time I had visited the hospital, to show reason why I had not fulfilled my engagement on the previous evening.  The colonel received me with a welcome countenance, and remarked, he “was glad I had returned, for,” said he, “I feared you had gone away.”

I told him I was weary when I went home; that after supper I had laid down to rest a few minutes, and slept longer than I intended, and that was the reason I had not returned.  He was satisfied with my excuse, and introduced another subject.  He inquired if I had heard any news, or seen any of the Lawrenceburgh citizens; and if so, had his name been mentioned?  I replied, that it had been the principal topic of conversation, some speaking well of him, and others illy.  He then wished to know, who had spoken evil of him?  I told him the man’s name.

“And he talked about me, did he?” inquired the colonel.

I replied, “He has spoken very hard things against you, alleging that he never associated or had any dealings with you.”

“He told you, he never had any dealings with me?  What did you think of that?”

I answered, “When you resided in Lawrenceburgh, I was too small to notice such things.”