ebatable land. The
country around, is, for the most part, a heath-covered waste, or a
wilderness of brushwood; here the silkworm has perished, the peasant's
hand is idle, and the amoreira stands with unplucked leaves."

"The better for us," said Mrs. Shortridge; "we need its thickest
shade."

A solitary stork, by the rivulet, was engaged in that gentle sport
which Isaac Walton assures us, is so favorable to tranquil
meditation. Deep in reverie, the philosopher seemed not to heed their
presence. For a time, he stood gravely on one leg, then with a few
stately strides, drew nearer to them. They were commenting on his
sedate air, and disregard for man's presence, when Moodie came and sat
down within ear-shot of them. The bird now raised his head and gave
them a searching look. Then bending back his long neck, he uttered a
dissatisfied chatter with his snapping beak, and taking wing, sought a
sequestered part of the stream, remote from the intruders.

"The stork would not thus have shunned natives. He must have found out
that we are foreigners and heretics" said Mrs. Shortridge.

"It is this arch-heretic, Moodie, that he shuns," said Lady
Mabel. "His presence would drive away a whole congregation of storks,
who are almost as good churchmen as the monks themselves."

"Perhaps quite as good," said Moodie. "My arch-heresy consists in
protesting now and always against idolatrous Rome. Some here are not
quite as good Protestants as I am."

"I never called myself a Protestant," said L'Isle.

"Do you not, sir?" exclaimed Moodie. "Pray what are you then?"

"I never called myself a Protestant in defining my faith."

"And why not, sir," asked Moodie, adding in an under tone. "Now he
will show the cloven foot."

"Because mine is a positive creed, not to be expressed by negation. In
defining it, I can admit no term not expressing some essential
point. I would not mistake the accident for the essence. That God has
given his revealed word to man, is an essential point in my
belief. That Rome has misconstrued that word, may be true, but comes
not within the scope of my creed. I believe that Christ by his
Apostles founded a church to ramify through the world, like the
fruitful vine running over the wall. Some branches may have rotted
off, some may bear degenerate fruit, some in unpruned luxuriance may
bring forth nothing but leaves. Be it so. My belief is that the branch
I cleave to retains its vital vigor and produces life-sus