s well aware was the case, the lion was
basely, greedily, bestially guilty, then the writer of that article
pledged himself to give the lion no peace till he had disgorged his
prey, and till the lamb was free to come back, with all her property,
to that Christian circle in Littlebath which had loved her so warmly
and respected her so thoroughly.

Such was the nature of the article, and the editor put it in. After
all, what, in such matters, is an editor to do? Is it not his
business to sell his paper? And if the editor of a _Christian
Examiner_ cannot trust the clergyman he has sat under, whom can he
trust? Some risk an editor is obliged to run, or he will never sell
his paper. There could be little doubt that such an article as this
would be popular among the religious world of Littlebath, and that it
would create a demand. He had his misgivings--had that poor editor.
He did not feel quite sure of his lion and his lamb. He talked the
matter over vehemently with Mr Maguire in the little room in which
he occupied himself with his scissors and his paste; but ultimately
the article was inserted. Who does not know that interval of triumph
which warms a man's heart when he has delivered his blow, and
the return blow has not been yet received? The blow has been so
well struck that it must be successful, nay, may probably be
death-dealing. So felt Mr Maguire when two dozen copies of the
_Christian Examiner_ were delivered at his lodgings on the Saturday
morning. The article, though printed as a leading article, had been
headed as a little story,--"The Lion and the Lamb,"--so that it might
more readily attract attention. It read very nicely in print. It
had all that religious unction which is so necessary for _Christian
Examiners_, and with it that spice of devilry, so delicious to
humanity that without it even _Christian Examiners_ cannot be made
to sell themselves. He was very busy with his two dozen damp copies
before him,--two dozen which had been sent to him, by agreement, as
the price of his workmanship. He made them up and directed them with
his own hand. To the lion and the lamb he sent two copies, two to
each. To Mr Slow he sent a copy, and another to Messrs Slow and
Bideawhile, and a third to the other lawyer. He sent a copy to Lady
Ball and one to Sir John. Another he sent to the old Mackenzie,
baronet at Incharrow, and two more to the baronet's eldest son, and
the baronet's eldest son's wife. A copy he sent to Mrs