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"A year ago I was ht I

hadthe ministry: its uniform duties

wearied me to death I burnt for thetoils of a literary career--for the destiny

of an artist, author, orator; anything rather than that of a priest:

yes, the heart of a politician, of a soldier, of a votary of glory,

a lover of renown, a luster after power, beat under my curate's

surplice I considered; my life was so wretched, it must be

changed, or I ht broke and relief fell: my cramped existence all at once

spread out to a plain without bounds--ather their full strength, spread their wings, and

mount beyond ken God had an errand for th, courage and eloquence, the best

qualifications of soldier, statesman, and orator, were all needed:

for these all centre in the good missionary

"A missionary I resolved to be Froed; the fetters dissolved and dropped fro soreness--which time only

can heal My father, indeed, imposed the deteritimate obstacle to contend with; some

affairs settled, a successor for Morton provided, an entangleh or cut asunder--a last conflict

with human weakness, in which I know I shall overcome, because I

have vowed that I WILL overcome--and I leave Europe for the East"

He said this, in his peculiar, subdued, yet e, not atsun, at

which I looked too Both he and I had our backs towards the path

leading up the field to the wicket We had heard no step on that

grass-grown track; the water running in the vale was the one lulling

sound of the hour and scene; we ay

voice, sweet as a silver bell, exclai, old Carlo Your dog