“Hoity toity! my noble colonel!” exclaimed the Rev. Mr. Worden, affecting more resentment than he felt. “Then you fancy the clergy, and too much Sunday, will be apt to convert an honest youth into a knave!” The colonel made no answer, continuing to smoke very philosophically, though he took occasion, while he drew the pipe out of his mouth, in one of its periodical removals, to make a significant gesture with it towards the rising sun, which all present understood to mean “down east,” as it is usual to say, when we mean to designate the colonies of New England. That he was understood by the Rev. Mr. Worden, is highly probable; since that gentleman continued to turn the flip of one vessel into another, by way of more intimately blending the ingredients of the mixture, quite as coolly as if there had been no reflection on his trade. “What do you think of Yale, friend 'Brom?” asked my father, who understood the dumb-show as well as any of them. “No tifference, Evans; dey all breaches and brays too much. _Goot_ men have no neet of so much religion. Vhen a man is _really_ goot, religion only does him harm. I mean Yankee religion.” “I have another objection to Yale,” observed Capt. Hugh Roger, “which is their English.” “Och!” exclaimed the Colonel--“Deir English is horriple! Wuss dan ast to us Tutch.” “Well, I was not aware of that,” observed my father. “They are English, sir, as well as ourselves, and why should they not speak the language as well as we?” “Why toes not a Yorkshireman, or a Cornishman, speak as veil as a Lonnoner? I tell you what, Evans, I'll pet the pest game-cock on ter Neck, against the veriest tunghill the parson hast, ter Presitent of Yale calls p e e n, pen, ant roof, ruff--and so on.” “My birds are all game,” put in the divine; “I keep no other breed.” “Surely, Mr. Worden, _you_ do not countenance cock-fights by your presence!” my mother said, using as much of reproach in her manner as comported with the holy office of the party she addressed, and with her own gentle nature. The Colonel winked at my father, and laughed _through his pipe_, an exploit he might have been said to perform almost hourly. My father smiled in return; for, to own the truth, he _had_ been present at such sports on one or two occasions, when the parson's curiosity had tempted him to peep in also; but my grandfather looked grave and much in earnest. As for Mr. Worden himself, he met the imputation like a man. To do him justice, if he were not an ascetic, neither was he a whining hypocrite, as is the case with too many of those who aspire to be disciples and ministers of our blessed Lord.