that disguises the truth. Whether I speak or not, time runs on, death and eternity approach. I do not see why it should be a matter of politeness to throw dust in each other's eyes—but enough of this, and too much. I want to know the meaning of what I but now saw: a little English child of seven years of age endeavouring to explain the bible to his bearer. I did not even know that the child could read.
"O," said Henry's mamma, "this matter is easily explained. I had a young lady in my
