put--Satan only
that prompts 'em knows what--into the bread; and then they don't
thrive--they can't thrive; God's curse must be on them. They begin
by trying to oust each other, and eat each other up; and while
they're eating up their neighbours, their neighbours eat up them;
and so they all come to ruin together.'

'Why, you talk like Mr. Mill himself, Tregarva; you ought to have
been a political economist, and not a City missionary. By the bye,
I don't like that profession for you.'

'It's the Lord's work, sir. It's the very sending to the Gentiles
that the Lord promised me.'

'I don't doubt it, Paul; but you are meant for other things, if not
better. There are plenty of smaller men than you to do that work.
Do you think that God would have given you that strength, that
brain, to waste on a work which could be done without them? Those
limbs would certainly be good capital for you, if you turned a live
model at the Academy. Perhaps you'd better be mine; but you can't
even be that if you go to Manchester.'

The giant looked hopelessly down at his huge limbs. 'Well! God
only knows what use they are of just now. But as for the brains,
sir--in much learning is much sorrow. One had much better work than
read, I find. If I read much more about what men might be, and are
not, and what English soil might be, and is not, I shall go mad.
And that puts me in mind of one thing I came here for, though, like
a poor rude country fellow as I am, I clean forgot it a thinking of-
-Look here, sir; you've given me a sight of books in my time, and
God bless you for it. But now I hear that--that you are determined
to be a poor man like us; and that you shan't be, while Paul
Tregarva has ought of yours. So I've just brought all the books
back, and there they lie in the hall; and may God reward you for the
loan of them to his poor child! And so, sir, farewell;' and he rose
to go.

'No, Paul; the books and you shall never part.'

'And I say, sir, the books and you shall never part.'

'Then we two can never part'--and a sudden impulse flashed over him-
-'and we will not part, Paul! The only man whom I utterly love, and
trust, and respect on the face of God's earth, is you; and I cannot
lose sight of you. If we are to earn our bread, let us earn it
together; if we are to endure poverty, and sorrow, and struggle to
find out the way of bettering these wretched millions round us, let
us le