Roger looked a little surprised and puzzled, but replied,—
"'Seek the peace of the city whither I have caused you to be carried away captives, and pray unto the Lord for it; for in the peace thereof shall ye have peace.'"
"Yes. Well, what did he say?"
"He spoke a good deal of the Prophet Jeremiah, and what a sad life he had; and so he had, poor man, though I never thought of it before. Then he told us who the people were who were to seek the peace of the city: what's this he called it?"
"Babylon."
"Yes—and then he said, that if the Jews, being no better than slaves and captives, were to seek the peace of that city, how much more should men seek the peace of England, their own native country, where all have rights and privileges and all are free! And he gave a lot of texts, more than I could remember afterwards, but I know he said that the Lord Himself loved His native country, for He wept over Jerusalem."
"Yes. Now, to whom do you suppose Mr. Dunlop was speaking?"
"He said, to all men. But when he began to talk about votes, I didn't understand him."
"Because of your ignorance, Roger. You know nothing about the past of your native land, nor even what is going on at this present time. But you know what a vote is, don't you?"
"I believe I do, sir. As to all that about my native land, I don't see what business I have with it."