arn our lesson together, and help each other to spell it out.'

'Do you mean what you say?' asked Paul slowly.

'I do.'

'Then I say what you say. Where thou goest, I will go; and where
thou lodgest, I will lodge. Come what will, I will be your servant,
for good luck or bad, for ever.'

'My equal, Paul, not my servant.'

'I know my place, sir. When I am as learned and as well-bred as
you, I shall not refuse to call myself your equal; and the sooner
that day comes, the better I shall be pleased. Till then I am your
friend and your brother; but I am your scholar too, and I shall not
set up myself against my master.'

'I have learnt more of you, Paul, than ever you have learnt of me.
But be it as you will; only whatever you may call yourself, we must
eat at the same table, live in the same room, and share alike all
this world's good things--or we shall have no right to share
together this world's bad things. If that is your bargain, there is
my hand on it.'

'Amen!' quoth Tregarva; and the two young men joined hands in that
sacred bond--now growing rarer and rarer year by year--the utter
friendship of two equal manful hearts.

'And now, sir, I have promised--and you would have me keep my
promise--to go and work for the City Mission in Manchester--at
least, for the next month, till a young man's place who has just
left, is filled up. Will you let me go for that time? and then, if
you hold your present mind, we will join home and fortunes
thenceforth, and go wherever the Lord shall send us. There's work
enough of His waiting to be done. I don't doubt but if we are
willing and able, He will set us about the thing we're meant for.'

As Lancelot opened the door for him, he lingered on the steps, and
grasping his hand, said, in a low, earnest voice: 'The Lord be with
you, sir. Be sure that He has mighty things in store for you, or He
would not have brought you so low in the days of your youth.'

'And so,' as John Bunyan has it, 'he went on his way;' and Lancelot
saw him no more till--but I must not outrun the order of time.

After all, this visit came to Lancelot timely. It had roused him to
hope, and turned off his feelings from the startling news he had
just heard. He stepped along arm in arm with Luke, cheerful, and
fate-defiant, and as he thought of Tregarva's complaints,--

'The beautiful?' he said to himself, 'they shall have it! At least
they shall be awakened to fe