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“Don’t get into a passion!” returned Lane, coolly. “That will not help us at all in this grave matter.”

Rowley quivered in every nerve; but the presence of his two brethren admonished him that a Christian temper was very necessary to be maintained on the occasion.

“Do you charge me with want of morality?” he said, with less visible excitement.

“I do,–that is, according to my code of morality.”

“Upon what do you base your code?” asked one of the witnesses of this rather strange interview.

“On the Bible,” replied Lane.

“Indeed!” was answered, with some surprise; “on what part of it?”

“On every part. But more particularly that passage in the New Testament where the whole of the law and the prophets is condensed in a single passage, enjoining love to our neighbour as well as God.”

Rowley and his friends looked surprised at this remark.

“Explain yourself,” said the former, with a knit brow.

“That is easily done. The precept here given, and it comes from the highest authority, expressly declares, as I understand it, religion to consist in acting justly toward all men, as well as in pious acts towards God. If a man love not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen?”

“Does our brother Rowley deny that?” asked the men present.

“If a man’s life is any index to his faith, I would say that he does,” replied Mr. Lane.

A deep crimson overspread the face of Mr. Rowley.

“I didn’t expect insult when I came here,” said he in a trembling voice.

“Nor have I offered any,” replied Mr. Lane.

“You have thought proper to ask me a number of very pointed questions, and I have merely answered them according to my views of truth.”

“You make a very sweeping declaration,” said one of the friends of Rowley. “Suppose you give some proof of your assertion?”

“That I can readily do if it is desired.”

“I desire it, then,” said Rowley.

“Do you remember the five bales of cotton you sold to Peterson?” inquired Mr. Lane.

Rowley replied that he did, but evinced some uneasiness of manner at the question.

“They were damaged,” said Lane.

“I sold them as I bought them,” returned Rowley.

“Did you buy them as damaged?”

“No, I bought the cotton as a good article.”

“And sold it as good?”

Mr. Rowley seemed a little confused.

“I sold the cotton at twelve cents a pound,” was the reply. “Nothing was said about the quality.”

“Twelve cents is the price of a prime article. If you had been asked by Peterson if the cotton were in good condition, would you have answered affirmatively?”

“Do you think I would tell a lie?” asked Mr. Rowley, indignantly.

“Our acts are the most perfect expressions of our intentions,” replied Mr. Lane. “You were deceived in your purchase of the cotton; the article proved so near valueless, as not to be really worth three cents a pound. You discovered this, as I have the best reasons for knowing, almost as soon as it came into your possession; and yet you offered it to Peterson, who, not suspecting for a moment that any thing was wrong, bought it at the regular market-rate as good. You saved yourself; but Peterson, though not a professor of religion, was too honest to put his bad bargain off upon another. Now, if that act, on your part, was loving your neighbour as yourself, I must own to a very perverted understanding of the sacred precept. I, though no church member, would have put my head into the fire rather than do such an act.”

Mr. Rowley, much confused by so direct a charge, attempted to explain the matter away, alleging that he did not think that the article was so badly damaged–that he sold as he bought–that it wasn’t right that he should bear all the loss, with much more to the same purpose; to all of which Lane opposed but little. He had presented the case already strong enough for all to see how far it comported with Christian morality. But he had more to say:–