sense!" answered the minister. "Where would Scotland be now
but for resistance?"

"There's more than one way of resisting, though," returned Donal.
"Enduring evil was the Lord's way. I don't know about Scotland, but I
fancy there would be more Christians, and of a better stamp, in the
world, if that had been the mode of resistance always adopted by those
that called themselves such. Anyhow it was his way."

"Shelley's, you mean!"

"I don't mean Shelley's, I mean Christ's. In spirit Shelley was far
nearer the truth than those who made him despise the very name of
Christianity without knowing what it really was. But God will give
every man fair play."

"Young man!" said the minister, with an assumption of great solemnity
and no less authority, "I am bound to warn you that you are in a state
of rebellion against God, and he will not be mocked. Good morning!"

Donal sat down on the roadside--he would let the minister have a good
start of him--took again his shabby little volume, held more talk with
the book-embodied spirit of Shelley, and saw more and more clearly how
he was misled in his every notion of Christianity, and how different
those who gave him his notions must have been from the evangelists and
apostles. He saw in the poet a boyish nature striving after liberty,
with scarce a notion of what liberty really was: he knew nothing of the
law of liberty--oneness with the will of our existence, which would
have us free with its own freedom.

When the clergyman was long out of sight he rose and went on, and soon
came to a bridge by which he crossed the river. Then on he went
through the cultivated plain, his spirits never flagging. He was a
pilgrim on his way to his divine fate!

CHAPTER III.

THE MOOR.

The night began to descend and he to be weary, and look about him for a
place of repose. But there was a long twilight before him, and it was
warm.

For some time the road had been ascending, and by and by he found
himself on a bare moor, among heather not yet in bloom, and a forest of
bracken. Here was a great, beautiful chamber for him! and what better
bed than God's heather! what better canopy than God's high,
star-studded night, with its airy curtains of dusky darkness! Was it
not in this very chamber that Jacob had his vision of the mighty stair
leading up to the gate of heaven! Was it not under such a roof Jesus
spent his last nights on the earth! For comfort and protection he
sought