'There is certainly a God,' ejaculated the Squire of Field Place abruptly; 'there can be no doubt of the evidence of a Deity; none whatever.' No one showing any disposition to question the assertion, the Squire, turning sharply upon Hogg, inquired, 'You have no doubt on the subject, sir; have you?' 'None whatever.' 'If you have, I can prove it to you in a moment.' 'I have no doubt.' 'But perhaps you would like to hear my argument?' 'Very much.' 'I will read it to you, then,' exclaimed the Squire, taking out a sheet or two of letter-paper, on which he had jotted down some familiar arguments taken from Paley's _Natural Theology_. 'I have heard this argument before,' remarked Shelley in an under-tone to Hogg. A minute or two later, whilst the Squire was still delivering from notes _his_ demonstration of the existence of a Deity, Shelley repeated to Hogg, 'I have heard this argument before.' 'They are Paley's arguments,' said Hogg. 'Yes; you are right, sir,' assented the Squire, as he folded his paper and restored it to his pocket;--adding with delicious frankness and self-complacence, 'They are Palley's arguments; I copied them out of Palley's book this morning myself; but Palley had them originally from me; almost everything in Palley's book he had from me.' For a pleasant quarter-of-an-hour readers should refer to Hogg's diffuse and piquant account of the meeting and talk at Miller's Hotel, but enough has been taken from the humorous narrative to show how little reason Lady Shelley had for reprehending the severity, which distinguished the Squire's treatment of Shelley, immediately after his expulsion from Oxford.