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北京赛车qq群走势图

ERNEST had been ordained to a curacy in one of the central parts of London. He hardly knew anything of London yet, but his instincts drew him thither. The day after he was ordained he entered upon his duties 鈥?feeling much as his father had done when he found himself boxed up in the carriage with Christina on the morning of his marriage. Before the first three days were over, he became aware that the light of the happiness, which he had known during his four years at Cambridge had been extinguished, and he was appalled by the irrevocable nature of the step which he now felt that he had taken much too hurriedly. "Me and Shparks wuz in the blacksmith shop when Joe Wyman, the young shpalpeen, sez he, 'There's a bear in the river beyant.' 鈥淥h, that鈥檚 the kindest thing of all you have done for me,鈥?he exclaimed. 鈥淚 thought all 鈥?all middle-aged people liked my father and mother.鈥? 北京赛车qq群走势图 "Me and Shparks wuz in the blacksmith shop when Joe Wyman, the young shpalpeen, sez he, 'There's a bear in the river beyant.' Each verse was sung in solo, and then repeated by all in chorus, finishing with a piercing Indian shriek. COLONEL BY 鈥淭hen why haven鈥檛 you gone home this August as usual?鈥?asked Martin. The old man kissed her hand as she took leave of him, and assisted her to mount her impatient pony, which needed no urging to hasten home, for darkness had come on, and she was alone in the forest. They were not long in covering the distance to the Wigwam, where the children were anxiously awaiting her return. After a preliminary conversation in which there was nothing to offend, the business of the evening began by Mr. Hawke鈥檚 standing up at one end of the table, and saying, 鈥淟et us pray.鈥?The Ernest set did not like this, but they could not help themselves, so they knelt down and repeated the Lord鈥檚 Prayer and a few others after Mr. Hawke, who delivered them remarkably well. Then, when all had sat down, Mr. Hawke addressed them, speaking without notes and taking for his text the words 鈥淪aul, Saul, why persecutest thou me?鈥?Whether owing to Mr. Hawke鈥檚 manner, which was impressive, or to his well-known reputation for ability, or whether from the fact that each one of the Ernest set knew that he had been more or less a persecutor of the 鈥淪ims鈥?and yet felt instinctively that the 鈥淪ims鈥?were after all much more like the early Christians than he was himself 鈥?at any rate the text, familiar though it was, went home to the consciences of Ernest and his friends as it had never yet done. If Mr. Hawke had stopped here he would have almost said enough; as he scanned the faces turned towards him, and saw the impression he had made, he was perhaps minded to bring his sermon to an end before beginning it, but if so, he reconsidered himself and proceeded as follows. I give the sermon in full, for it is a typical one, and will explain a state of mind which in another generation or two will seem to stand sadly in need of explanation. As he was musing thus and looking upon the wreck of his hopes 鈥?for he saw well enough that as long as he was linked to Ellen he should never rise as he had dreamed of doing 鈥?he heard a noise below, and presently a neighbour ran upstairs and entered his room hurriedly. "'Go to the gentleman over the way,' said I, pointing to our military commander, who was out bustling about the works. Ernest was surprised and hardly knew what to say. He had expected to find Ellen indignant at the way she had been treated, and inclined to lay the blame of her having fallen to her present state at his father鈥檚 and mother鈥檚 door. It was not so. Her only recollection of Battersby was as of a place where she had had plenty to eat and drink, not too much hard work, and where she had not been scolded. When she heard that Ernest had quarrelled with his father and mother she assumed as a matter of course that the fault must lie entirely with Ernest. Ten minutes afterwards, with bunch of keys slung at her waist, she was busy restoring to order the chaos of the interregnum. Terrible things had happened during the absence of the feminine eye. Even Martin shared the universal reprimand. For F茅lise, manageress of hotel, and F茅lise, storm-tossed little human soul, were two entirely different entities. "Me and Shparks wuz in the blacksmith shop when Joe Wyman, the young shpalpeen, sez he, 'There's a bear in the river beyant.' 鈥淎s for men curing themselves,鈥?continued Pryer, 鈥渢hey can no more cure their own souls than they can cure their own bodies, or manage their own law affairs. In these two last cases they see the folly of meddling with their own cases clearly enough, and go to a professional adviser as a matter of course; surely a man鈥檚 soul is at once a more difficult and intricate matter to treat, and at the same time it is more important to him that it should be treated rightly than that either his body or his money should be so. What are we to think of the practice of a Church which encourages people to rely on unprofessional advice in matters affecting their eternal welfare, when they would not think of jeopardising their worldly affairs by such insane conduct?鈥?