It was in the summer of this year that Miss Tucker mentioned in one letter a curious little scene at the railway station. She had gone there to meet a friend, who failed to arrive. Two young Native Christians happening to be present, and also a young English officer of her acquaintance, she brought them together with a kind of half introduction. When she had left the station, the officer began talking to the two, asking lightly why they had left their own religion for another. 鈥業t鈥檚 all the same,鈥?he said. 鈥楳uhammadans, Hindus, Christians, all know that there is One God.鈥?This far from brilliant remark received an answer which it well deserved. 鈥業f so,鈥?one of the Indians replied, 鈥榳hat difference is there between you, us, and the Devil?鈥?The train moved on, carrying the speaker away; and no more could be said. But more might have weakened the force of the retort. 鈥極f the best,鈥?she replied proudly. 鈥榊ou are鈥攚hy conceal it longer? Here you have for reasons been still known as Herbert Larkins, my ward, but you are really my grandson, the only child of Herbert, my second boy. You are Sir Herbert Farrington, the rightful heir of the family honours of an old name and wide estates.鈥? And so Thou didst ordain, O Lord, as Thou didst deem it best,鈥? 成年片黄色日本电影网站视频 - 视频 - 在线观看 - 影视资 Yet she wept bitterly as she kissed them again and again, and restored them one by one to the sacred box reverentially, as though each was a relic in her eyes. The Cook and his Family were hereupon seiz'd and examined, who knew nothing of the Matter, but call'd to Mind to whom they had sent out Meat that Day, and who had, or had not return'd the Plates. At last the People of the foresaid Booth were seiz'd and examin'd: Conscience, which flew in their Faces, would not permit them to deny it much: The Maid own'd, that she carried the Head out upon a Plate, which Plate slipp'd out of her Hands when she threw the Head into the Common Shore. TO MISS D. LAURA TUCKER.