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and for some time after that visit we half expected 

 to hear that one or more of the household had seen 

 him. In this, however, we were disappointed. I 

 suspect that its mental soil may, after all, have 

 been too barren for such a growth. 



Seven years elapsed before my second and last 

 visit to these worthy people. In the mean time a 

 large addition had been made to the principal 

 house, nearly doubling its capacity ; and I was told 

 that the community had been legally incorporated 

 under the Hebrew title of Adoni-shomo, or " The 

 Lord is there." One would naturally infer that 

 the membership had increased, but the true expla- 

 nation was very different. On a Saturday after- 

 noon in the summer of 1882, in company with 

 fifteen friends, I visited the community. Our re- 

 ception this time was something more than polite ; 

 there was a noticeable warmth of welcome about 

 it. We were ushered into one of the newly built 

 rooms, a long chapel, with seats on either side 

 and a reading-desk at one end. All the women, 

 both hosts and guests, took their seats on one side, 

 all the men on the other. A whisper from my 

 neighbour informed me that the community was 

 reduced to twelve persons : thus the guests out- 

 numbered the hosts. The high priest, Father Rich- 

 ards, a venerable man of ruddy hue, with enormous 



