Part 12 (1/2)

_Wife._ No; great old Benamuckee G.o.d is in my country, not yours.

_A._ My dear, G.o.d is in heaven, which he made; he also made the earth, the sea and all that is therein.

_Wife._ Why you no tell me much long ago?

_A._ My dear I have been a wicked wretch, having a long time lived without the knowledge of G.o.d in the world.

_Wife._ What, not know great G.o.d in own nation? No do good ting? No say O to him? that's strange!

_A._ But, my dear, many live as if there was no G.o.d in heaven for all that.

_Wife._ Why G.o.d suffer them? why makee not live well?

_A._ It is our own faults, child.

_Wife._ But if he is much great, can makee kill, why no makee kill when no serve him? No be good mans, no cry O to him?

_A._ That's true, my dear, he may strike us dead, but his abundant mercy spareth us.

_Wife._ Did not you tell G.o.d thanked for that?

_A._ No, I have neither thanked him for his mercy, nor feared him for his power.

_Wife._ Then me not believe your G.o.d be good, nor makee kill, when you makee him angry.

_A._ Alas! must my wicked life hinder you from believing in him?

_Wife_. How can me tink your G.o.d lives there? _(pointing to heaven.)_ Sure he no ken what you do here.

_A._ Yes, my dear, he hears us speak, sees what we do, and knows what we even think.

_Wife._ Where then makee power strong, when he hears you curse, swear de great d.a.m.n?

_A._ My dear, this shows indeed he is a G.o.d and not a man who has such tender mercy.

_Wife._ Mercy I what you call mercy?

_A._ He pities and spares us: as he is our great Creator, so he is also our tender Father.

_Wife._ So G.o.d never angry, never kill wicked, then he no good, no great mighty.

_A._ O my dear, don't say so, he is both; and many times he shows terrible examples of his judgment and vengeance.

_Wife._ Then you makee de bargain with him; you do bad ting, he no hurt you, he hurt other mans.

_A._ No, indeed, my lips are all presumptions upon his goodness.

_Wife._ Well, and yet no makee you dead; and you give him no tankee neither?

_A._ It is true, I an ungrateful, unthankful dog, that I am.

_Wife._ Why, you say, he makee you, why makee you no much better then?