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&quot; Only what I&quot; 



&quot; Don t you think if your minister heard you talking so, he d be~ 

 rather hauling you over the coals, eh ?&quot; 



&quot; My minister ! What under the sun has my minister got to do with 

 it ? I am not a Roman Catholic.&quot; 



&quot; What the devil are you, any how ?&quot; 



&quot; I ve told you.&quot; 



&quot; Well, you arn t what I call a Christian. What do you call me an 

 infidel for ?&quot; 



&quot; I never called you an infidel ; infidel means unfaithful. God only 

 knows whether you are unfaithful to your light or not. That s none of 

 my business.&quot; 



&quot; Well, but now do you believe in fore -ordination and total deprav 

 ity ? Do you hold to salvation by grace ?&quot; 



&quot; I believe, certainly, that if a man is not saved it is because, as 

 Christ said, he would not! I believe that every man shall be judged 

 according to his works, and so did Christ &quot; 



&quot; Ah, then you don t go those doctrines. Now &quot; 



&quot; I don t want to discuss them with you.&quot; 



&quot; Why, you can t believe them it s inconsistent.&quot; 



&quot; I don t much think it is, but if it was &quot; 



&quot; What s that striking eight bells ? I declare it s twelve o clock.&quot; 



&quot; Wait a bit, let me tell you a story, and then we will turn in. I 

 once fell in with an old Quaker. He was the first one I ever met to 

 converse with : a simple-hearted, honest man, and I was glad of a 

 chance to talk with him about his society. He finally spoke of some 

 of their doctrines, and defended them in a sensible, manly way that I 

 liked. He took up a Bible and showed me how some idea of his that I 

 doubted about was sustained in it. I turned over a leaf or two further, 

 and showed him another passage that I thought pretty flatly opposed 

 his understanding of the verse he had brought as proof, and said, What 

 do you make of that ? He looked at it a moment, read each side of it, 

 didn t say any thing, shook his head, and sighed, and I begun to feel 

 ashamed of myself for troubling him with it. At length his face lighted 

 up, and he turned to me with a beautiful smile and said softly, I can 

 see the truth the Lord testified to in the verse I showed thee, but for 

 this I have not yet sight enough. If thee cannot yet see the truth that 

 cometh to me from the verse I showed thee, wilt thee not be content to 

 also wait for thy light ? No\v&amp;gt; Mr. C., I a4vise you to take what truth 



