of a kind nature, I was sure, and of an
amiable disposition.

"'Yes,' said he, 'but that is no reason why you should not treat me
with proper deference and with due respect for my exalted position.'

"I bowed politely, and expressed a hope that I should never forget
what was due from one gentleman to another.

"'No, no,' said he, 'that kind of excuse will not do. One gentleman to
another, indeed! Whom are you talking to? I insist on your treating
me with reverence and respect. Perhaps you do not know that I am _St.
Paul_?'

"'Indeed!' said I, 'I was not aware that I was speaking to that holy
Apostle, to one whom I hold in extreme reverence, and whose writings I
have made my study.'"

After that, it seems, they got on very well together for the rest of
the interview. Warren was able to delight him with his knowledge of
Cappadocia, Phrygia, and Pamphylia, and the little incident of leaving
his cloak at Troas, his shipwreck, and a vast number of things which
the Apostle seemed very pleased to hear, while he conducted himself
with that pious dignity which well deserved the obsequious reverence
of the official visitor. On parting, St. Paul said,--

"You are rather _mixed in your Scriptures_; the only thing you are
accurate about is _leaving my cloak at Troas_."

On Warren's next visit he resolved to conduct himself with more
reverence. St. Paul was looking much the same as on the previous
occasion. Sam genuflected, and held down his head, putting his hands
devoutly together, and making such other manifestations of reverence
as he thought the case required.

St. Paul looked at Warren with wonderment, and was evidently by no
means satisfied with his salutations.

"Who the devil," said the madman, "do you think you are making those
idiotic signs to? Whom do you take me for?"

"St. Paul, your holiness."

"'St. Paul, your holiness,' he repeated. 'My ----, you ought to be put
into a lunatic asylum and looked after. You must be stark mad to think
I am the holy Apostle St. Paul. What put that into your silly brains?
Down on your knees, villain, at once, and prostrate yourself before
_the Shah of Persia_--the dawn of creation and the light of the
universe!'

"I thought this was coming it pretty strong," continued Sam, "but as
it was all in my day's work, I conformed as well as I could to my
instructions. The difficulty was in knowing how to address His
Majesty, so I stammered, 'Dread potentate!' and seeing it pleased