"Hold your tongue!" said the Deacon, who was inhis official seat, fronting the explosion. These wordsoperated like a charm, and the nervous lady was silent.The next day Deacon John appeared at the house of theoffender, carrying a calf-bound volume in his hand. Thewoman gave one glance at the book, and one at theDeacon. That was enough: it spoke volumes, and theman of the law returned home, and never mentioned thesubject afterward.