by-’n’-by he grew kin’ o’ still, ‘n’ begun to read a little, ‘n’ ‘t las’ he got’s quiet ’s a lamb, ‘n’ that’s the way he is now.  I think he’s got religion, Doctor; but he a’n’t so bright about what’s goin’ on, ‘n’ I don’ believe he never suspec’ nothin’ till somethin’ happens;—­for the’ ‘s somethin’ goin’ to happen, Doctor, if the Las’ Day doesn’ come to stop it; ‘n’ you mus’ tell us what to do, ‘n’ save my poor Elsie, my baby that the Lord hasn’ took care of like all his other childer.”

The Doctor assured the old woman that he was thinking a great deal about them all, and that there were other eyes on Dick besides her own.  Let her watch him closely about the house, and he would keep a look-out elsewhere.  If there was anything new, she must let him know at once.  Send up one of the men-servants, and he would come down at a moment’s warning.

There was really nothing definite against this young man; but the Doctor was sure that he was meditating some evil design or other.  He rode straight up to the Institute.  There he saw Mr. Bernard, and had a brief conversation with him, principally on matters relating to his personal interests.

That evening, for some unknown reason, Mr. Bernard changed the place of his desk and drew down the shades of his windows.  Late that night Mr. Richard Venner drew the charge of a rifle, and put the gun back among the fowling-pieces, swearing that a leather halter was worth a dozen of it.

A PLEA FOR FREEDOM FROM SPEECH AND FIGURES OF SPEECH-MAKERS.

I observe, Messieurs of the “Atlantic,” that your articles are commonly written in the imperial style; but I must beg allowance to use the first person singular.  I cannot, like old Weller, spell myself with a We.  Ours is, I believe, the only language that has shown so much sense of the worth of the individual (to himself) as to erect the first personal pronoun into a kind of votive column to the dignity of human nature.  Other tongues have, or pretend, a greater modesty.

I.

What a noble letter it is!  In it every reader sees himself as in a glass.  As for me, without my I-s, I should be as poorly off as the great mole of Hadrian, which, being the biggest, must be also, by parity of reason, the blindest in the world.  When I was in college, I confess I always liked those passages best in the choruses of the Greek drama which were well sprinkled with ai ai, they were so grandly simple.  The force of great men is generally to be found in their intense individuality,—­in other words, it is all in their I. The merit of this essay will be similar.

What I was going to say is this.