The Sunday-school, a novelty to all--the scoff of not a few, opened
with fifty scholars and five teachers--Dr. and Mrs. Hall, Mr. Latham,
a student of medicine and _protege_ of the former, Ida and Emma.
Classing the children according to their capacity and attainments,
the Doctor apportioned an equal number to each of his assistants, and
planted himself before a form, containing ten of the most unpromising.
"There must be an awkward squad," he said, afterwards, "and who is
more fit to command it?" Reinforcements were on the ground by the
following Sabbath. The number of pupils constantly increased; some who
came to see remained to teach; and others were pressed into service
by the energetic superintendent. Having induced him to put his hand
to the plough, Ida gave over her exertions in that quarter; he drove
as straight and deep a furrow as she could have desired. She was a
teacher in an obscure corner, and nothing in her appearance or that of
her class, distinguished them from the crowd, but when the thread-like
rill widened into a flood, bearing broadly, steadily onward, the wonder
and praise of its early opponents, she felt an honest pride in the
reflection, that the witch-wand of Christian charity which had bent to
the source of the stream was hers. Dr. Hall was mindful of this, and
with the mistaken, but well-meant importunity of gratitude, begged
her to occupy a more conspicuous post. She had contributed largely to
the library, the selection of which was left wholly to her, and he
entreated her to act as librarian. She declined, laughingly, and more
positively, as he insisted; and at length, was driven to say, that "if
it were for the actual good of the school, she would even do violence
to her sense of propriety, and comply; as it was not, she hoped to
be excused from occupying a stand, which was, for a lady, at best,
but an honorable pillory." And the Doctor, finally comprehending what
other men as wise and exemplary, are slow to admit--that to use one's
talents does not imply the abandonment of the retiring modesty of
womanhood--installed Mr. Latham in the vacant chair.
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