in the spectacle of a just man (however red his whiskers are) struggling in the toils. When those toils are largely of his own manufacture, the scene becomes only the more intolerable. To the pain of looking on while he is robbed by a rascal we add our sorrow that he should have given that rascal the opportunity of robbing him; were he, too, a rascal, it would be our duty to rejoice at the false step which has now landed him in trouble. But our tears alone may attend the false steps of the good; our tears alone their consequences greet.
Suffice it, then, that the Archdeacon gave presently in, as was, of course, what had to happen. The manuscript being in Dunkle's possession, it was not open to its author to put it in the fire and defy a villain to do his worst. But apart from this, even though the Pastor of Souls might more
