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ficient leisure to devote to the subject to insure becoming a successful author. And even if I had I am afraid I should not be willing to sell my soul to obtain popularity, for that is what it come

ind

ppearance as a serial-it will run to two numbers in the Southminster Advertiser-was mere

journ in the garden, and was now obviously going through that process which the society of some of our fellow

that no one was pleasanter than Hester when she was reasonable, or made more suitable remarks. He perceived with joy that she w

and you can follow me, and stop me if yo

s

he other slightly pink, as if it had absorbed the tint of the blotting-p

Mary was by nature a child of wrath, as far as music was concerned, and Fr?ulein-anxious, musical Fr?u

read aloud Mr. Gre

erked the word out of her before she was a

the pupils of his eyes look as large as the striped marbles on which Mary and Regi

me to adopt as a nom de guerre? Might it not seem

esley, with dignity. "This is not a work of fiction. I don't imagine this, or fancy that, or inven

with the first finger, Fr?ulein was repeating. "Won! two! free! Won! tw

uths. Then the name must be 'Verit

eye challenging hers. "It is the name I

tten 'Schism,'" said Hes

. All history shows that truth is met at first by opposition. Half the country clergy round here are asleep. Good men, but lax. They want waking up. I said as much to the Bishop the other day, and he agreed with me; for he said t

ng first said the sentence to herself

-the sole Clavier Stück which Mary's rigidly extended little starfishes

reshed by a cheering retrospe

ous hour

hallenged rather than attempt the physical impossibility of interrupting the reader only to be drawn into a di

r had seen the pun coming for half a page, as we see the villa through the trees long before we are allowed to approach it, and she longed to save her brother from what was in her eyes as much a degradation as a

and water-sheds of character. Those who differ on humor will differ on principles. The Gresleys and the Pratts belonged to that large class of our fellow-creatures who, conscious of a genius for adding to the hilarity of ou

ut her hand over the next sheet, as

t be well to reconsider it? Is it politic to assume such great ignorance

f opinion on such a subject as this. I do not say wilful ignorance, but th

st of all. Those I have talked with don't hold these absurd opinions that you put down to them. You don't even touch their

s may not be novel, it may not even be amusing, but, nevertheless, Hester, a clergyman's duty is to wage unceasing war against spiritual ignorance. And what," read on Mr. Gresley, after a triumphant moment in which Hester remained silent, "is the best means of coping against ignor

efore her eyes, and, metaphorically speaking, she followed the examp

over she came

?" said Mr. Gresley, rising an

after a moment's consideration.

atisfied with a vague statement. "If you have anything worth saying, say it plainly. Tha

ow-creatures instead of striking at the

lly designated the great religious bodies who did not view Christianity through the convex glasses of his own mental pince-nez. "In these d

er had v

t in her gray eyes, as she

mist," she said to herself. "If I had stayed a moment longer I

o boiled cabbage. Hester had learned during the last six months all the variations of smells, evil, subtle, nauseous, and overpowering, of which th

g mushroom on a slender stem, and only drew rein in the shady walk near the beehives, where the old gardener, Abel

of Vicarage garden, to which he committed long lines of seeds, which an attentive P

grained hands-to discourse on polities and religion, and to opine that our policy in China was "neither my eye nor my elber." "The little lady," as he called Hester, had a knack of drawing out Abel; but to-day, as he did

eeply by remonstrating, or, as he called it, by "interfering in church matters," when he nailed it up. After a few minutes she dropped over the low church-yard wall into the meadow below, and flung herself down on the grass in the short shad

was seen by the writer in August, 18

small, neatly shod foot in front of her, leaned her bac

"I wish we were not both writers, or, as he calls it, 'dabbl

and read them. Only hal

cheon bell rings," she said, as

ast, on the principle of k

yesterday, to Southminster, to the Palace. And I am to stay in this afternoon, as she will

e two ears of the cathedral pricking up through the blue. Everything was very silent, so silent that she

corresponding curve in his under outline, was standing motionl

was no longer afraid of cows. Presently, as if with one consent, they all made up their minds to relieve the tedium of the contemplative life by an exhibition of humo

watching the grotesque gambols and nudgings of the dwindl

A bumblebee was droning sleepily near at hand. The stream talked and talked and talked about what he was going

l-being, from which the next moment, as it seemed to her, sh

Hester!

tart, upsetting her lapful of letters

rch-yard wall. A large crumb upon his upper lip di

nd you anywhere. I don't want to be always finding fault, Hester, but I wis

t she felt that this was not the mome

she said, humbly

ll be done." "All I can say, Hester, is that it is unfortunate you have no occupation. I cannot believ

made no