fter tion from flesies s cant of w members he word, ‘Rise, follow Me!’”

    St. Jo, deep voice; ing radiance of glance. he resumed—

    “And since I am myself poor and obscure, I can offer you but a service of poverty and obscurity. You may even t degrading— for I see noastes lean to ty  least been amongst ted; but I consider t no service degrades ian labourer’s task of tillage is appointed ier toil brings—tances, is tiny of t pioneers of tles—tain he Redeemer, himself.”

    “ell?” I said, as he again paused—“proceed.”

    me before o read my face, as if its features and lines iny ially expressed in ions.

    “I believe you  t I offer you,” said  for a ly, tly keep tranquil, ry incumbent; for in your nature is an alloy as detrimental to repose as t in mine, t kind.”

    “Do explain,” I urged, wed once more.

    “I ay long at Morton, no my fat I am my oer. I s  myself to tmost for its improvement. Morton,  tage of ttaco it for tress’s y pounds a year:  sufficiently, by ter of tor of a needle- factory and iron-foundry in tion and clotion t sress in suced ion of teac ime to discress?”

    tion rato expect an indignant, or at least a disdainful rejection of t knos and feelings, t tell in o me. In trut  ed a safe asylum: it  t of a governess in a ric ; and tude rangers entered my soul like iron: it  ignoble—not un mentally degrading, I made my decision.

    “I t it .”

    “But you compre is a village sctagers’ c t, farmers’ daugting, seing, cipo teac