out of your head the past four years, but that you’ve been more or less out of your head the last four- and-twenty years. But say you’re in your right mind now, and prove it by acting like a man in his right mind. Do that, and I’m with you—we’re all with you. But go back to your old dirty ways, and you go alone. Now I sha’n’t let you off till you tell me what you mean to do.’

“He hesitated some time, then said, ‘Maybe you’re about right, Stark; you and Dave and the old woman seem to be doin’ pooty well, and I guess I’ll let you go on.”’

Here my friend paused, as if his story was done; when one of the villagers asked, “About the land where the old meetin’-house stood—whatever was done with that?”

“That was appropriated for a new school-house, and there my little shavers go to school.”

“And old Jedwort, is he alive yet?”

“Both Jedwort and his wife have gone to that country where meanness and dishonesty have a mighty poor chance—where the only investments worth much are those recorded in the Book of Life. Mrs. Jedwort was rich in that kind of stock; and Jedwort’s account, I guess, will compare favourably with that of some respectable people, such as we all know. I tell ye, my friends,” continued my fellow-traveller, “there’s many a man, both in the higher and lower ranks of life, that ’twould do a deal of good, say nothing of the mercy ’twould be to their families, just to knock ’em on the head, and make Nebuchadnezzars of ’em—then, after they’d been turned out to grass a few years, let ’em come back again, and see how happy folks have been, and how well they have got along without ’em.

“I carry on the old place now,” he added. “The younger girls are married off; Dan’s a doctor in the North Village; and as for Dave, he and I have struck ile. I’m going out to look at our property now.”