he had served, and the army of the Virginia insurgents.

"To be sure, they both fought for liberty, but after that there is
monstrous little likeness between 'em. Old Noll was always acting
himself, and laying it all to Providence when he was done; while General
Bacon, cavorting round, first after the Indians and then after the
Governor, seems hardly to know what he is about, and yet, I believe,
trusts in Providence at last more than Noll, with all his religion; and,
faith, it seems to me it took more religion to do him than most any man
I ever see. First psalm singing, and then fighting, and then psalm
singing agen, and then more fighting--for all the world like a brick
house with mortar stuck between. But I trow that it was the fighting
that made the house stand, after all. And yet I believe, for all the
saints used to nickname me a sinner, and call me one of the spawn of the
beast, because I would get tired of the Word sometimes--and, by the same
token, old brother Purge-the-temple Whithead had a whole dictionary of
words, much less the one--yet, for all come and gone, I believe I would
rather hear a long psalm, than to be doomed to solitary confinement to
my own thoughts, as I am here."

"And so you have served in old Noll's army, as you call it," said
Hansford, smiling in spite of himself, and willing to indulge the old
Oliverian with some little notice.

"Oh, yes, Major," replied Berkenhead, delighted to have gained an
auditor at last; "and a rare service it was too. A little too much of
what they called the church militant, and the like, for me; but for all
that the fellows fought like devils, if they did live like saints--and,
what was rare to me, they did not deal the less lightly with their
swords for the fervour of their prayers, nor pray the less fervently for
their enemies after they had raked them with their fire, or hacked them
to pieces with their swords. 'Faith, an if there had been many more
battles like Dunbar and Worcester, they had as well have blotted that
text from their Bible, for precious few enemies did they have to pray
for after that."

"You did not agree with these zealots in religion, then," said Hansford.
"Prythee, friend, of what sect of Christians are you a member?"

"Well, Major, to speak the truth and shame the devil, as they say, my
religion has pretty much gone with my sword. As a soldier must change
his coat whenever he changes his service, so I have thought he should
make his