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other, taking each person by the hand and saying 

 to each a few words. When she came to me she 

 suddenly broke out with a stream of gibberish, and 

 went on for five mortal minutes, pouring it forth 

 as glibly as if it had been her mother tongue. 

 After the meeting had broken up, I was informed 

 that this &quot; speaking with tongues &quot; was not uncom 

 mon with the Adoni-shorno. A wicked wag in our 

 party then asked Sister Caroline if she knew what 

 language it was in which she had addressed me. 

 &quot; No, sir,&quot; she replied, &quot; nor do I know the mean 

 ing of what I said : I only uttered what the Lord 

 put into my mouth.&quot; &quot; Well,&quot; said this graceless 

 scoffer, with face as sober as a deacon s, &quot; I am 

 thoroughly familiar with Hebrew, and I recognized 

 at once the very dialect of Galilee as spoken when 

 our Saviour was on the earth ! &quot; At this, I need 

 hardly add, Sister Caroline was highly pleased. 



By this time there had been so many deaths that 

 induction by simple enumeration was getting to be 

 too much for the Adoni-shomo. They were begin 

 ning to realize the old Scotchman s conception of 

 the elect : &quot; Eh, Jamie ! hoo mony d ye thank 

 there be of the elact noo alive on earth ? &quot; &quot; Eh ! 

 mabbee a doozen.&quot; &quot; Hoot, mon, nae sae mony as 

 thot ! &quot; We found our worthy hosts less willing 

 than of old to discuss their doctrine of terrestrial 



