be forwarded to him for disposal.

'During his ministerial missheen he has collected about thirty
watches; close upon a basketful of silver spoons; while he has led a
nightly attack upon just ten houses belonging to his parishioners. He
has killed, with his own hand, in his own bed, the class-leader in
the Wesleyan Sunday School, and wounded one of the church trustees.
But he attended afterwards, with much concern, and read words of
consolation to the wounded man.'

'My God!' Roland interrupted, 'this is shocking. Does he still
continue at this work of infamous hypocrisy?'

'Bless your heart, yes.'

'Eternal heaven, he is not the eloquent minister who preaches every
other Sunday at the Don?'

'The very same.'

'Why, I have gone there myself and heard him, attracted by his great
repute. Yes, now that I come to reflect, this miscreant who went out
this morning and the preacher to whom I listened with such rapt
attention, are one and the same man.'

'I hope that you were made better by his discourse,' The Lifter said.

'And pray,' our hero inquired, 'what became of the poor minister,
the real Mr. Jonas?'