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TO THE BISHOP OF LONDON.
THY Letter, Friend, instead of awakening the Conscience of the hardened Sinner, or confirming the Faith of the staggering Believer, has confounded their Understandings, and led them into a Labyrinth, out of which it is impossible they should ever extricate themselves by the Strength of the mere natural Man.
THOU hast without any Authority, represented the two Shocks of an Earthquake, lately felt, as a supernatural Event; and magisterially pronounced them the Effects of a special Providence, threatning Vengeance upon a wicked and profligate Generation. Who knoweth the Councils of the Almighty? Strange and wonderful are all his Works, and his Ways past finding out. What is Man, that he should dive into the Secrets of his Providence, or the Son of Man, that he should deal out his Judgments according to his vain Imaginations? Verily, Friend, Thou wast under no Temptation to make such an use of that Dispensation of his Providence; and thou mightest have found sufficient Matter from a natural Effect to have excited thy Readers to a sincere Repentance, without arrogating to thyself a Knowledge to which thou hast not the smallest Claim, or furnishing the Ungodly, in the first Line of thy Work, with Matter of Prejudice against all that thou couldst say; since they could plainly discover by their natural Understanding, that without the Gift of the Holy Spirit, thou couldst not, and oughtest not to have ascribed to a special Providence, what may be rationally explained by the general Laws that govern Matter and Motion. These Laws are, no doubt, in the Hands of the Almighty: and the sovereign Disposer of all Things may, for the wise Purposes of his Providence, stop, alter, or controul them at his Pleasure. But, because we believe and are assured, that he hath reserved the Power to himself, must we, weak-sighted Mortals, have the Arrogance to conclude, that, on every Occurrence, which appears in the least singular and unusual, this special Power is exerted; and that the Order of Nature is inverted, as often as our gloomy Imagination is pleased to think that it ought to be so?
"Can't you guess what you are likely to get?"
"I can guess, but I may not be right. Father promised to give me a gold watch-chain some time. You know I have a gold watch already."
"Yes, and a regular little beauty."
"So it wouldn't surprise me much to get a chain for a present."
"You're a lucky boy. My watch is silver, and only cost twenty dollars."
"I dare say I should be just as happy with a silver watch, Lem."
"I suppose you wouldn't like to buy, would you? If so, I'll give you the chance. A fair exchange is no robbery."
"No, I suppose not; but it wouldn't do to exchange a gift."
"Perhaps, if my watch were gold and yours silver, you wouldn't have any objections."
"I don't think that would alter the case with me. A gift is a gift, whether it is more or less valuable."
"How long have you had your watch, Walter?"
"Ever since my thirteenth birthday."
"I have had mine a year. I broke the crystal and one of the hands the very first day."
"That was pretty hard usage, Lem."
"The watch had a pretty good constitution, so it has survived to the present day. But I'm getting sleepy, Walter. It's the hard study, I suppose, that's done it. I must be getting back to Ma'am Glenn's. Good-night."
"Good-night, Lem."
Lemuel Warner gathered up his books, and left the room. Walter poked the fire, putting some ashes on, so that it would keep till the next morning, and commenced undressing. He had scarcely commenced, however, when a heavy step was heard on the stairs, and directly afterwards a knock resounded upon his door.
Wondering who his late visitor could be, Walter stepped to the door, and opened it.
IN THE CARS.
If Walter was surprised at receiving a visit at so late an hour, he was still more surprised to recognize in the visitor Dr. Porter, the principal of the Institute.
"Good-evening, Conrad," said the doctor. "I am rather a late visitor. I was not sure but you might be in bed."
"I was just getting ready to go to bed, sir. Won't you walk in?"
"I will come in for five minutes only."
"Take the rocking-chair, sir."
All the while Walter was wondering what could be the doctor's object in calling. He was not conscious of having violated any of the regulations of the Institute, and even had he done so, it would be unusual for the principal to call upon him at such an hour. So he watched the doctor with a puzzled glance, and waited to hear him state his errand.
"Have you heard from home lately, Conrad?" asked the doctor.
"Yes, sir, I received a letter a few days since."
"Did your father speak of being unwell?"
"No, sir," said Walter, taking instant alarm. "Have--have you heard anything?"
"Yes, my boy; and that is my reason for calling upon you at this unusual hour. I received this telegram twenty minutes since."
Walter took the telegram, with trembling fingers, and read the following message:--
"DR. PORTER:--Please send Walter Conrad home by the first train. His father is very sick.
"NANCY FORBES."
"Do you think there is any danger, Dr. Porter?" asked Walter, with a pale face.
"I cannot tell, my boy; this telegram furnishes all the information I possess. Who is Nancy Forbes?"
"She is the house-keeper. I can't realize that father is so sick. He did not say anything about it when he wrote."
"Let us hope it is only a brief sickness. I think you had better go home by the first train to-morrow morning."
"Yes, sir."
"I believe it starts at half-past seven."
"I shall be ready, sir."
"Thank you, sir, I have five dollars by me, and that will be more than sufficient."
"Then I believe I need not stay any longer," and the doctor rose.
"Don't think too much of your father's sickness, but try to get a good night's sleep. I hope we shall soon have you coming back with good news."
The principal shook hands with Walter and withdrew.
When his tall form had vanished, Walter sat down and tried to realize the fact of his father's sickness; but this he found difficult.
That was a point which he could not decide, and all that remained was to go to bed. It was a long time before he got to sleep, but at length he did sleep, waking in time only for a hasty preparation for the homeward journey. He was so occupied with thoughts of his father that it was not till the journey was half finished, that it occurred to him that this was his fifteenth birthday, to which he had been looking forward for some time.
The seat in front of our hero was for some time vacant; but at the Woodville station two gentlemen got in who commenced an animated conversation. Walter did not at first pay any attention to it. He was looking out of the window listlessly, unable to fix his mind upon anything except his father's sickness. But at length his attention was caught by some remarks, made by one of the gentlemen in front, and from this point he listened languidly.
"I suspected him to be a swindler when he first came to me," said the gentleman sitting next the window. "He hadn't an honest look, and I was determined not to have anything to do with his scheme."
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