Mr. W. did not reply, but rose, and going to the corner of the room where the good book lay upon the stand, he put it on the table before him, and opened to that portion in which the commandments are recorded. "There," he said, placing his finger upon the proof of the stranger's error, "There, look for yourself." The man came around from his side of the table and looked over the stranger's shoulder. "There, do'ye see?" "Yes, it does say so," replied the man, "and yet it seems to me there are eleven. I'm sure I always thought so." "Doesn't it say ten here?" inquired Mr. W. with marked impatience in his voice. "It does, certainly." "Well, what more do you want? Can't you believe the Bible?" "Oh, yes, I believe the Bible; and yet it strikes me somehow that there must be eleven commandments. Hasn't one been added somewhere else?" Now this was too much for Brother and Sister W. to bear. Such ignorance of sacred matters they felt to be unpardonable. A long lecture followed, in which the man was scolded, admonished, and threatened with divine indignation. At its close he modestly asked if he might have the Bible to read for an hour or two before retiring for the night. This request was granted with more pleasure than any of the preceding ones. [Illustration: Christ Blessing Little Children] Shortly after supper the man was conducted to the little spare room, accompanied by the Bible. Before leaving him alone, Mr. W. felt it to be his duty to exhort him to spiritual things, and he did so most earnestly for ten or fifteen minutes. But he could not see that his words made much impression, and he finally left his guest, lamenting his obduracy and ignorance. In the morning he came down, and meeting Mr. W., asked if he would be so kind as to lend him a razor, that he might remove his beard, which did not give his face a very attractive appearance. His request was complied with. "We will have prayers in about ten minutes," said Mr. W., as he handed him the razor and shaving box. The man appeared and behaved with due propriety at family worship. After breakfast he thanked the farmer and his wife for their hospitality, and parting went on his journey. Ten o'clock came, but Mr. N. had not arrived. So Mr. and Mrs. W. started for the meeting-house, not doubting they would find him there. But they were disappointed. A goodly number of people were inside the meeting-house, and a goodly number outside, but the minister had not arrived. "Where is Mr. N----?" inquired a dozen voices, as a crowd gathered around the farmer. "He hasn't come yet. Something has detained him. But I still look for him--indeed, I fully expected to find him here."