“‘Mr. Walker!’ exclaimed the old gentleman, in great surprise, ‘what knowest thou of Mr. Walker? a very good man he is, and a very good scholar—not of the University, though—but a good scholar, and an old friend of mine; what knowest thou of him, man?’ “‘Know him! Why he is my old pastor and master—the best friend I have in all the world! Oh, sir! If you know him, you must be a good man too!’ “‘Dont be too sure of that!’ said the old gentleman, somewhat pettishly; ‘there are two opinions on that subject, I promise you. Which of them _I_ may entertain, is no concern of yours!’ “‘Well, sir, but I am sure if you are a friend of Mr. Walker’s, you will do me one service for his sake—the greatest you ever did to a poor lad in your life—you will tell me where I may go to church on Sundays.’ “‘His cane, which I had restored to him, dropped to the ground, and he held up his hands in mute astonishment. ‘The lad’s lost his wits,’ he said, as if to himself—‘_clean gyte_, as his old friend Robert Walker would say! There he is, standing before a church door wide open to receive him, and high enough for even his long legs to stride under, and he coolly asks me where he may go to church on Sundays! Why, man, _there_ you may go to church, not only on Sundays, but every day in the week—and the oftener the better.’ “It was odd that this had never struck me before; but I had fancied, I suppose from its size and beauty, that this was a church intended, like those I had already tried, only for the accommodation of the rich; and I said so to him whom I was addressing. “The old gentleman smiled at my simplicity, but there was more expression of kindness in his countenance than I had hitherto observed. ‘The rich,’—said he, with a tone of contempt, ‘why, man, that is the PARISH CHURCH, free to all alike, rich and poor, good and bad. The poor are by far the greater number, and, between ourselves, rather the better behaved and more attentive class, of the two. The rich take liberties with me sometimes, which the poor _dare_ not—if they did, I would break every bone in their skin! But,’ said he in a lower tone, ‘I dont think any of them wish me much ill, after all.’ “Then, taking me by the hand, he said, ‘And so, my poor lad, you feared to come into this church because you thought it was the church only of the rich man! Come along with me, and I will soon provide you with a sitting.’