"For church this morning, Ishmael?" inquired Reuben. "Yes; but I must walk over to Tanglewood and go with the judge. He would scarcely ever forgive me if I were to go anywhere, even to church, before visiting him." "No more he wouldn't, that's a fact," admitted Reuben. CHAPTER VII. AT TANGLEWOOD. Are not the forests, waves and skies, a part Of me and of my soul as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? Should I not contemn All objects if compared with these? and stem A tide of sufferings, rather than forego Such feelings for the hard and worldly phlegm Of those whose eyes are only turned below, Gazing upon the ground, with thoughts that dare not glow? --_Byron_. After breakfast Ishmael took his hat, and, promising to return in the evening, set out for Tanglewood to spend the day and go to church with the judge. How he enjoyed that Sunday morning walk through the depths of the forest that lay between Woodside and Tanglewood. He reached the house just as the judge had finished breakfast. He was shown into the room while the old man still lingered in sheer listlessness over his empty cup and plate. "Eh, Ishmael! is that you, my boy? Lord bless my soul, how glad I am to see you! Old Jacob was never so glad to see Joseph as I am to see you!" was the greeting of the judge, as he started up, overturning his chair and seizing both his visitor's hands and shaking them vigorously. "And I am very glad indeed to see you again, sir! I hope you have been well?" said Ishmael warmly, returning his greeting. "Well? Hum, ha, how can I be well? What is that the poet says? "'What stamps the wrinkle deepest on the brow, It is to be alone as I am now!' I miss Claudia, Ishmael. I miss her sadly." "Lady Vincent will be with you soon, sir," observed Ishmael, in as steady a voice as he could command. "Yes, she will come on the first of October and stop with me for a month. So her letter of Wednesday received yesterday says. And then I shall lose her forever!" complained the judge, with a deep sigh. "Ah, but you must look on the bright side, sir! You are independent. You have time and money at your own disposal; and no very strong ties here. You can visit Lady Vincent as often and stay with her as long as you please," smiled Ishmael cheerfully. "Why, so I can! I never thought of that before! I may certainly pass at least half my time with my daughter if I please!" exclaimed the old man, brightening up. "Are you going to church this morning, sir?" inquired Ishmael. "You are, of course!" said the judge; "for you take care never to miss morning service! So I must go!" "Not on my account. I know the road," smiled Ishmael.