proved too much for—we will not say the philosophy—but for the faith and resolution of David. He fumbled for his pitch-pipe, and arose with a confused intention of attempting a musical exorcism.
"Dark and mysterious monster!" he exclaimed, while with trembling hands he disposed of his auxiliary eyes, and sought his never-failing resource in trouble, the gifted version of the Psalms; "I know not your nature nor intents; but if aught you meditate against the person and rights of one of the humblest servants of the temple, listen to the inspired language of the youth of Israel, and repent."
The bear shook his shaggy sides in an inexplicable emotion, and then a well-known voice replied—
"Put up your tooting we'pon, and teach your throat modesty. Five words of plain and comprehendible English, are worth, just now, an hour of squalling."
"What art thou?" demanded David, utterly disqualified to pursue his original intention, and nearly gasping for breath.
"A man like yourself; and one whose
