"We are here on common ground as free men, beneath God's heaven and God's eye.

Stand out, sir! and answer me if you can; or be for ever silent!" Half in unconscious obedience to the soldier-like word of command, half in jealous rage, the preacher stepped forward, gasping for breath,-- "Don't listen to him! He is a messenger of Satan, sent to damn you--a lying prophet! Let the Lord judge between me and him! Stop your ears--a messenger of Satan--a Jesuit in disguise!" "You lie, and you know that you lie!" answered Campbell, twirling slowly his long moustache, as he always did when choking down indignation.

"But you have called on the Lord to judge; so do I.Listen to me, sir! Dare you, in the presence of God, answer for the words which you have spoken this day ?" A strange smile came over the preacher's face.
"I read my title clear, sir, to mansions in the skies.

Well for you if you could do the same." Was it only the setting sun, or was it some inner light from the depths of that great spirit, which shone out in all his countenance, and filled his eyes with awful inspiration, as he spoke, in a voice calm and sweet, sad and regretful, and yet terrible from the slow distinctness of every vowel and consonant?
"Mansions in the skies?
You need not wait till then, sir, for the presence of God.

Now, here, you and I are before God's judgment-seat.
Now, here, I call on you to answer to Him for the innocent lives which you have endangered and destroyed, for the innocent souls to whom you have slandered their heavenly Father by your devil's doctrines this day! You have said it.