, he
earnestly fought against it, buckling to his work, all the more
vigorously perhaps, as one of Christ's ministers.

Everybody thenceforth was wife and child, brother and sister to him:
humanity in general took the place of all family ties.

He was the purest Christian character I have ever come across, lovable,
intelligent, winning and merry, too, at times, in spite of his grief--
would that all ministers were like him to uphold the old love and honour
of our national Church!

No orator or skilled preacher in the pulpit, he simply led you captive
by his earnestness and evident thorough belief in all that he uttered;
so that "those who came to scoff, remained to pray." No hard, metallic
repetition by rote was his; but the plain, unvarnished story of the
gospel which he felt and of whose truth he was assured, animated by a
broad spirit of Protestantism that led him to extend a raising hand to
every erring brother, and see religion in other creeds besides his own.

"In his duty prompt at every call,
He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all;
And, as a bird each fond endearment tries,
To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies,
He tried each art, reproved each dull delay,
Allured to brighter worlds, and _led the way_!"

He and his good sister were, in fact, a pair of heart-oddities, whom to
know was to admire with reverential affection. They could not have had
an enemy or slanderer in the world. Even Miss Spight had never a word
to say against either; that alone spoke volumes for them.

"Oh, Frank," exclaimed little Miss Pimpernell as I entered the school-
room--she always called me by my Christian name, or styled me her "boy,"
having known me from childhood--"Oh, Frank! Here you are at last! I am
so glad to see you back again, my boy: you have just come in time to
help us. I was really afraid those nasty Frenchmen had eaten you up,
you have been such a long time away!"

"I dare say there's enough left of him," sneered Mr Mawley the curate.
_He_ was the direct opposite of the vicar; and a man whom I cordially
detested, the feeling, I believe, being mutual. He was consequential,
dogmatic, and with all the self-asserting priggishness of young Oxford
fresh upon him. I confess I was pretty much inclined the same way
myself; so, it was but natural that we should disagree: two suns, you
know, cannot shine in the same hemisphere.

Before I could answer him, Miss Pimpernell hastily inter