ANECDOTE OF GOODY LEVY. 51 



which is ah'eacly, I fear, too long. Three gay 

 youths, belonging to a class or type which to-day 

 is far more numerously represented than it was in 

 my youth, chanced one rough morning to enter a 

 little wayside inn near Six Mile Bottom, to get a 

 drop of "something hot" to keep out the cold. 

 At the fireside a harmless-lookinof old Jew was 

 quietly seated, whose pronounced Hebrew features 

 tempted the three mischievous young sprigs to 

 make him their butt. " Good morning, Father 

 Abraham ! " exclaimed the first. " I hope I see 

 you well ? " 



" How are you. Father Isaac ? " continued the 

 second, with well-counterfeited civility. 



" All hail, Father Jacob ! " reiterated the third. 

 " I wonder what brings you out so far from home 

 on this raw day ? " 



Rising humbly from his seat, the old Jew lifted 

 his hat with much mock dignity, and replied in 

 quiet tones, " Gentlemen, you do me too much 

 honour by your courteous inquiries and by the 

 names you have been pleased to bestow upon me. 

 My real name is Saul, the son of Kish ; and I 

 have been sent forth in search of my father's 

 asses which he has lost. I was about to return 

 despairing of finding them, when, lo and behold ! 

 the God of Abraham, of Isaac, and of Jacob has 

 brought them into this very room ; and here 

 will I leave them while I go to report to my 

 father." 



