text:  At last Clayton hears of him and hooks him up gets him to the chapel; first converts him and then goes partners with him in the spekylations--let's him have as much money as he asks for and because soap doesn't come from nothing and sugar from bricks and sweet oil from stones he stops short sews him up drives him into the Gazette and now wants to throw him into the world a beggar without name and character and with ten young 'uns hanging about his widowed arm for bread" "Oh it's dreadful if it's true " said I; "but if he has robbed the minister whatever Mr Clayton may be he ought to be punished