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?'
'Oh they kept him confined for several months, and he wasted away
past beleiveen. Nobody here took to him like. At last the new Mr.
Jonas said to him one morneen:
'"Mr. Jonas that was, pray come down with me to the side of the lake
that we may converse. I like best to contemplate the might of God
through the agitasheen of the waters; and behold how the storm blows!"
'The poor, wasted Wesleyan went with him; but he never came back.
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