"Seven women shall take a hold o' one man! There!" (with a slap on the back of the nearest subject for conversion). "What d' ye think o' that? Shall! _Shall_ take a hold on him! That don't mean they _sha'n't_, does it? No! God's word means what it says. And therefore means no otherwise,--not in no way, shape, nor manner. Not in no _way_, for He saith, 'I am the _way_--and the truth and the life.' Not in no _shape_, for a man beholdeth his nat'ral _shape_ in a glass; nor in no _manner_, for he straightway forgetteth what manner o' man he was. Seven women _shall_ catch a hold on him. And ef they _shall_, then they _will_! For everything shall come to pass, and not one good word shall fall to the ground. You who try to explain away the Scriptur' would make it fig'rative. But don't come to ME with none o' your spiritooalizers! Not _one_ good word shall fall. Therefore _seven_ shall not fall. And ef seven shall catch a hold on him,--and, as I jist proved, seven _will_ catch a hold on him,--then seven _ought_,--and in the Latter-Day Glory, _seven_, yea, as our Lord said un-tew Peter, 'Verily I say un-tew you, not seven, but seventy times seven,' these seventy times seven shall catch a hold and cleave. Blessed day! For the end shall be even as the beginnin', and seventy-fold more abundantly. Come over into my garden." This invitation would wind up the homily. We gladly accepted it, and I must confess, that, if there ever could be any hope of our conversion, it was just about the time we stood in Brother Heber's fine orchard, eating apples and apricots between exhortations, and having sound doctrine poked down our throats with gooseberries as big as plums, to take the taste out of our mouths, like jam after castor-oil.