him a most interesting companion. Indeed, I owe
to him much of what little I have learned, for he is a wonderful
linguist, being able to read Hebrew and Greek about as easily as Latin
or English. He is at Oxford now--at least he was there when I last
heard of him. Moreover, it was through the Hutchins' family, in a
roundabout way, that _your_ mother, Olly, came to learn to write such
letters as you have got so carefully stowed away there in your
breast-pocket."

"Good luck to the Hutchins' family then, say I," returned Olly, "for I'm
glad to be able to read, though, on account of the scarcity and dearness
of manuscripts, I don't have the chance of makin' much use of my
knowledge. But you puzzle me, Paul. It was poor Lucy Wentworth who
used to live with us, and who died only last year, that taught me to
read, and I never heard her mention the name of Hutchins. Did you,
father?"

"No, I never did, Olly. She said she had lived with a family named
Tyndale before she came to us, poor thing! She was an amazin' clever
girl to teach, and made your mother good at it in a wonderful short
time. She tried me too, but it was of no use, I was too tough an' old!"

"Just so, Master Trench," rejoined Paul. "Hutchins' real name was
Tyndale, and he had resumed the name before Lucy Wentworth went to live
with the family. So, you see, Olly, you are indebted, in a roundabout
way, as I said, to the Tyndales for your mother's letter. William will
make his mark pretty deeply on the generation, I think, if God spares
him."

Little did Paul Burns think, when he made this prophetic speech by the
camp-fire on that distant isle of the sea, that, even while he spoke
William Tyndale was laying the foundation of that minute knowledge of
the Greek and Hebrew languages, which afterwards enabled him to give the
Bible to England in her own tongue, and that so ably translated, that,
after numerous revisions by the most capable of scholars, large portions
of his work remain unaltered at the present day.

The night was far spent, and the other members of the camp had been long
buried in slumber before Paul and Trench and Oliver could tear
themselves away from the manuscript Gospel of John. The latter two, who
knew comparatively little of its contents, were at first impressed
chiefly with the fact that they were examining that rare and costly
article--a book, and a forbidden book, too, for the reading of which
many a man and woman had been b