But, after all, there is no teaching any thing to wise men of good Mr. Lindsey’s stamp. They know every thing—oh, to be sure!—every thing that has been, and every thing that is, and every thing that, by any future possibility, can be. And, should some phenomenon of nature or providence transcend their system, they will not recognize it, even if it come to pass under their very noses.
“Wife,” said Mr. Lindsey, after a fit of silence, “see what a quantity of snow the children have brought in on their feet! It has made quite a puddle here before the stove. Pray tell Dora to bring some towels and sop it up!”