St. John said these words as he pronounced his sermons, with a

quiet, deep voice; with an unflushed cheek, and a coruscating

radiance of glance. He resumed "And since I am myself poor and obscure, I can offer you but a

service of poverty and obscurity. YOU may even think it degrading--

for I see now your habits have been what the world calls refined:

your tastes lean to the ideal, and your society has at least been

amongst the educated; but I consider that no service degrades which

can better our race. I hold that the more arid and unreclaimed the

soil where the Christian labourer's task of tillage is appointed

him--the scantier the meed his toil brings--the higher the honour.

His, under such circumstances, is the destiny of the pioneer; and

the first pioneers of the Gospel were the Apostles--their captain

was Jesus, the Redeemer, Himself."

"Well?" I said, as he again paused--"proceed."

He looked at me before he proceeded: indeed, he seemed leisurely to

read my face, as if its features and lines were characters on a

page. The conclusions drawn from this scrutiny he partially

expressed in his succeeding observations.

"I believe you will accept the post I offer you," said he, "and hold

it for a while: not permanently, though: any more than I could

permanently keep the narrow and narrowing--the tranquil, hidden

office of English country incumbent; for in your nature is an alloy

as detrimental to repose as that in mine, though of a different

kind."

"Do explain," I urged, when he halted once more.

"I will; and you shall hear how poor the proposal is,--how trivial--

how cramping. I shall not stay long at Morton, now that my father

is dead, and that I am my own master. I shall leave the place

probably in the course of a twelve-month; but while I do stay, I

will exert myself to the utmost for its improvement. Morton, when I

came to it two years ago, had no school: the children of the poor

were excluded from every hope of progress. I established one for

boys: I mean now to open a second school for girls. I have hired a

building for the purpose, with a cottage of two rooms attached to it

for the mistress's house. Her salary will be thirty pounds a year:

her house is already furnished, very simply, but sufficiently, by

the kindness of a lady, Miss Oliver; the only daughter of the sole

rich man in my parish--Mr. Oliver, the proprietor of a needle-

factory and iron-foundry in the valley. The same lady pays for the

education and clothing of an orphan from the workhouse, on condition

that she shall aid the mistress in such menial offices connected

with her own house and the school as her occupation of teaching will

prevent her having time to discharge in person. Will you be this

mistress?"




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