Lay up some treasure in heaven without loss of
time."
The beggars, on this hint, surrounded Moodie; but he, repudiating such
perversion of Scripture doctrine, shook them off with little
ceremony. And the beggars' instinct saw, in his hard, indignant face,
no hope of alms.
"If you will give nothing, at least buy something," said Lady Mabel;
"that fellow bawling at you _pelus almas_, is offering snuff for sale;
and the love of snuff, at least, is common ground to Scot and
Portuguese."
Thus urged, Moodie paid liberally for a package, and was putting it in
his pocket, when Lady Mabel exclaimed, "You do not know, Moodie, what
a charitable and Christian deed you have done. Every thing is done in
Portugal _pelo amor de Deos e pelas almas_. That fellow is employed by
the priests to sell snuff _pelas almas_, and all the profits of the
trade go to release souls from purgatory."
"Purgatory!" exclaimed Moodie, "I will not be tricked into
countenancing that popish abomination;" and he hurled the package back
to the man, who gladly picked it up, and turned to seek a second
purchaser.
As they walked on toward the church of the Franciscans, Mrs.
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