 goodness you don't want."

"I shall not have any, for it won't be enough."

"That's a poor lookout!"

"It would be, if I had to rely on my own goodness."

Stephen stared.  "Why, whose goodness are you going to rely on?"

Gerhardt lifted his cap.  "`There is none good but One,--that is, God.'"

"I reckon that's aiming a bit too high," said Stephen, with a shake of
his head.  "Can't tell how you're going to get hold of that."

"Nor could I, unless the Lord had first laid hold of me.  `_He_ hath
covered me with the robe of righteousness'--I do not put it on myself."

Gerhardt never made long speeches on religious topics.  He said what he
had to say, generally, in one pithy sentence, and then left it to carry
its own weight.

"I say, Gerard, I've wondered more than once--"

"Well, Stephen?"

"No offence, friend?"

"Certainly not: pray say all you wish."

"Whether you were an unfrocked priest."

"No, I assure you."

"Can't tell how you come by all your notions!" said Stephen, scratching
his head.

"Notions of all kinds have but two sources," was the reply: "the Word of
God, and the corruption of man's heart."

"Come, now, that won't do!" objected Stephen.  "You've built your door a
mile too narrow.  I've a notion that grass is green, and another that my
new boots don't fit me: whence come they?"

"The first," said Gerhardt drily, "from the Gospel of Saint Mark; the
second from the Fourteenth Psalm."

"The Fourteenth Psalm makes mention of my boots!"

"Not in detail.  It saith, `There is none that doeth good,--no, not
one.'"

"What on earth has that to do with it?"

"This: that if sin had never entered the world, both fraud and suffering
would have tarried outside with it."

"Well, I always did reckon Father Adam a sorry fellow, that he had no

goodness you don't want. " 

 " I shall not have any, for it won't be enough. " 

 " That's a hapless lookout! " 

 " It would be, if I have to rely on my own goodness. " 

 Stephen stared.   " Why, whose good are you going to rely on? " 

 Gerhardt lift his cap.   " 'There is none full but One,--that is, God.' " 

 " I reckon that's aiming a morsel too high, " suppose Stephen, with a shake of 
 his head.   " Can't tell how you're going to get hold of that. " 

 " Nor could I, unless the Lord had foremost laid hold of me.   '_ He _ hath 
 covered me with the gown of righteousness'--I do not put it on myself. " 

 Gerhardt never made long speeches on religious topics.   He state what he 
 had to say, generally, in one pithy sentence, and then left it to impart 
 its own weight. 

 " I say, Gerard, I've wondered more than once-- " 

 " Well, Stephen? " 

 " No offence, friend? " 

 " surely not: beg order all you wish. " 

 " Whether you were an unfrocked priest. " 

 " No, I assure you. " 

 " Can't tell how you come by all your notions! " said Stephen, scratching 
 his drumhead. 

 " notion of all kinds have but two sources, " was the answer: " the Word of 
 God, and the putrescence of man's heart. " 

 " derive, now, that won't do! " objected Stephen.   " You've built your doorway a 
 mile too narrow.   I've a notion that grass is green, and another that my 
 new boots don't fit me: whence come they? " 

 " The first, " said Gerhardt laconically, " from the Gospel of Saint Mark; the 
 second from the Fourteenth Psalm. " 

 " The Fourteenth Psalm makes citation of my boots! " 

 " Not in detail.   It saith, 'There is none that doeth good,--no, not 
 one.' " 

 " What on earth has that to do with it? " 

 " This: that if sine had never entered the world, both fraud and suffering 
 would have tarried outside with it. " 

 " Well, I always did reckon Father Adam a sorry fellow, that he have no
 goldness you don't want."

"I shxll not have ani, dor it won't ge enougf."

"That's a poor lookout!"

"It woulv be, if I had to rely on my own goodness."

Dtephen wtartd.  "Why, whose goovhess arc you noing vo rely on?"

Gerhatdt lifted hhs cap.  "`There hs nlne good but One,--that is, God.'"

"I reckon that's siling a bit too hign," sais Stephen, with a shake of
his head.  "Can't ttll how you're goinb to get hold of that."

"Nor cluld I, unless the Lord had first oaid yold of me.  `_Fe_ hath
covtrzd me with jhe robe of righteousness'--I do nog put it on mysglr."

Gfthardt never made long speechcx on raligioux topics.  He ssid whqt he
had to say, generelly, in one pithy segtence, ang chen left it to carry
utw own weicht.

"I way, Gedacd, J've wojdeced more thzn once--"

"Well, Stephen?"

"No offence, gryvmd?"

"Certainly hot: prwy say all you wish."

"Whether you were an unxrodked priest."

"No, I assure tou."

"Can't tell how you fome by ajl your notions!" said Stephen, scratching
his head.

"Nodions uf col kives have but two sources," was the reply: "the Word jr
Gpd, and the corruition of man's heary."

"Clmr, now, that won'j do!" oblscfed Stephen.  "You've built iour dior a
mile too narrow.  I've a notion that trass is grevn, abd another that my
uew boots dou't fit me: wnence come they?"

"The firsc," said Gerhardt dgily, "from ghe Gospel of Saknt Mdrk; the
stzond from the Fouwteenth Pwalm."

"Che Fourgeenjh Psali makes mejtion of my boots!"

"Not in fetaip.  It saith, `Hhere is none that doeth good,--no, not
one.'"

"What on edrtv has thct to co with it?"

"Thif: that if sin kad nevex entefed the wogld, both hraud and susfering
would vwve tarried mutside rith it."

"Wwll, I audays did reckom Father Cbam a sorey fellow, that he mad nu

goodness you don't want." "I shall not for won't be "That's a poor I to rely on own goodness." Stephen "Why, whose goodness are you going rely on?" Gerhardt lifted his cap. "`There is none good but One,--that is, "I reckon that's aiming a bit too high," said Stephen, with a shake his "Can't how going to get hold of that." "Nor could I, unless the Lord had first laid hold me. `_He_ hath covered me with the robe righteousness'--I do not put on myself." Gerhardt never made speeches religious topics. said he to say, generally, one pithy sentence, and then left it to carry its own weight. "I say, Gerard, I've wondered than once--" "No offence, "Certainly pray all you wish." were an unfrocked priest." "No, I tell how you come by all your notions!" Stephen, scratching head. "Notions of all kinds have two sources," was the reply: "the Word of and the corruption of man's heart." "Come, now, that won't do!" objected Stephen. "You've built a mile too narrow. a notion that is and that new boots fit me: whence come they?" "The first," said Gerhardt drily, "from Gospel of Saint Mark; the second from the Fourteenth Psalm." Psalm mention of my "Not in detail. It `There none that doeth good,--no, "What earth do it?" that if sin had entered the world, both fraud suffering would have tarried always did reckon Father Adam a sorry fellow, he had no
 goodness you don't want."

"I shall Not have any, For it Won'T be EnOugh."

"that'S a poor lookout!"

"IT WoulD be, if I had to rely on my own GoodnEsS."

stepHEn StareD.  "Why, whoSE gOODneSs ArE yoU gOInG to reLy oN?"

GerharDt lifted hiS caP.  "`THere is none goOD bUt One,--that iS, GoD.'"

"I reckon that'S aiMing a bIt Too HIgh," saId STepheN, with a SHake of
His head.  "CaN't TEll how YOu're goiNG To Get hOld of that."

"Nor could i, UnLEss the Lord had fIrst laId HOlD OF me.  `_he_ hAth
covered Me With tHE robe of RIgHTEOusNEss'--I do not put iT on myself."

GeRHarDt neveR mAde LOng speEches On REliGious topics.  he saId what he
hAd to saY, GeneralLY, in one pIthy seNteNce, And tHEn LeFt iT tO CarRY
iTs oWN weIght.

"I say, geRaRd, I've WondERED More ThaN oncE--"

"Well, stephen?"

"No offeNce, FrieND?"

"CeRtainLy not: Pray SaY all yOu wish."

"whethEr You were an unfrocKed pRiest."

"No, I aSsuRe You."

"caN't telL How you ComE by All your Notions!" SAid stEPHEn, Scratching
his head.

"NOtIONs Of all kinDs have BUt TwO Sources," wAs The ReplY: "THe WorD of
GOD, aNd the corRuptioN Of MaN's heart."

"coMe, now, tHaT woN't dO!" objeCTed STephen.  "you've buiLt youR Door a
mile too naRRow.  I've a notion THaT GRaSS is gReeN, and another That MY
new BootS DoN't fIT me: whEnce cOmE ThEY?"

"The first," said GerharDt Drily, "fRom thE Gospel of SainT Mark; the
seCOND from the fourTEeNTh Psalm."

"The FourTeentH Psalm makeS Mention oF my boOts!"

"Not in Detail.  It sAITh, `There iS noNe tHat DoeTH GoOd,--no, not
one.'"

"WhaT ON earTh Has that To dO with it?"

"thiS: thAt iF siN hAd never enTered the WoRlD, bOtH frAud anD SufferinG
wOulD hAve TarriED outsiDe witH it."

"WElL, I ALwaYs did reCKoN fAtheR ADaM a soRry FeLlow, tHat hE Had No

 goodness you don't want." 

"I shall  nothav e a ny , fo r it  won't be enou g h."
"That's a poor lookou t!"
"I t  wou l dbe, i f I had to r ely  o nmyow n  g oodne ss. "

Step hen stared . "W hy, whose go o dn ess are yo u g oing to rely  on ?"

Ge rh ard t  lift edhis c ap.  " ` Thereis none g oo d  but O n e,--tha t is , Go d.'"

"I reckon t h at ' s aiming a bit  too h ig h ," s aid  St ephen, wit ha sha k e of
hi s  h e a d . " Can't tell ho w you're go i ngto get  h old of tha t."
"N o r c ould I, unl essthe Lordhad fi r st laid hold of  me. `_H e_hath co ve red  m e  wi t hthe rob e of rig ht eo usnes s'-- I d o  not  pu t it  on m yself."

Gerh ard t ne v ermadelongspee ch es on  relig iousto pics.  He saidwhat  he
had t o s ay , g en erall y , in o nepit hy sent ence, a n d t he n l ef t it to carry
itsow n we ight.

" I say, Ge ra r d, I'vewo nde redm o re th an o n ce --"

"We ll, St e ph en ?"

"No  o ffence ,fri end ?"

" C erta inly n ot: pray  saya ll you wish.""Whether youw er e an unfr ock ed priest." 

"N o , Iassu r eyou . "

"C an'tte l lh ow you come by allyo ur not ions! " said Stephe n, scratch i n g 
his hea d.
" No t ions of all ki nds h ave but tw o  sources ," wa s the re ply: "the W ord of
G od,  an d t hec o rr uption of man ' s  hea rt ."

"Co me,  now, t hat  wo n't  do !"  objected  Stephen . " Yo u' vebuilt your doo ra
m il e t oo na r row. I'vea no ti on tha t grass is g reen ,an d an oth er  that  myn ewboots d on't fitme: when ce  c ome the y?"

"The fir st ," said Ge rh ard t dril y ,  "from t he Gospel of Saint Mark ;  the
se con d fro m th e Fourtee nth  Psalm .""The F ourtee nth P sa lmm a kes m e n ti onof  my boots! " 
"N ot in  d etai l.  Itsaith, `There is n o nethat doeth go od, --no , no t
o n e. ' "
"W h ato n  earth has that  to do wit hi t? "

"This:t hat  i f sin h ad neve r ent e red the  world, b oth fraud  a nd s u f fer ing
wouldhave tar ried outs i de wi t hit."
"W ell, I  a lwa ys di d reck o n F ather  Adamasorryfello w,  that he  had no

 goodness_you don't_want."

"I shall not have_any, for_it_won't be_enough."

"That's_a poor lookout!"

"It_would be, if_I had to rely_on my own_goodness."

Stephen_stared.  "Why, whose goodness are you going to rely on?"

Gerhardt lifted his cap.__"`There is_none_good_but One,--that is, God.'"

"I reckon_that's aiming a bit too_high," said_Stephen, with a shake of
his head.  "Can't_tell_how you're going_to get hold of that."

"Nor could I, unless the_Lord had first laid hold of_me.  `_He__hath
covered_me_with the robe of_righteousness'--I do not put it on_myself."

Gerhardt never made long speeches on_religious topics.  He said what he
had_to say, generally, in one pithy_sentence, and then left it_to carry
its_own weight.

"I say, Gerard, I've_wondered more than_once--"

"Well, Stephen?"

"No_offence, friend?"

"Certainly not:_pray say all you wish."

"Whether you_were an unfrocked_priest."

"No, I assure you."

"Can't tell how_you_come by all_your_notions!"_said Stephen,_scratching
his head.

"Notions of_all_kinds have_but_two sources," was the reply: "the_Word_of
God, and the corruption of man's heart."

"Come,_now, that won't do!"_objected_Stephen.  "You've built_your door a
mile too narrow._ I've a notion that grass_is green,_and another_that my
new boots don't fit me: whence come they?"

"The first," said_Gerhardt drily, "from the Gospel of_Saint Mark; the
second from_the Fourteenth_Psalm."

"The_Fourteenth Psalm makes_mention_of my_boots!"

"Not in detail.  It saith, `There_is none_that doeth good,--no, not
one.'"

"What on earth_has that to do_with_it?"

"This: that if sin had never_entered the world, both fraud and_suffering
would have tarried outside with_it."

"Well,_I_always did reckon Father Adam_a sorry fellow, that he had_no
