“Uncle, it is a point that I must meet—this of yours. It has given _me_ much, deep pain. But why should it make you scornful and incredulous of the disinterestedness of these reformers, or why should it give me sorrow? We must separate a high and pure cause, and its devoted self-sacrificing supporters, from its few unworthy advocates. Why, uncle, do we reject Christianity because among the Saviour’s chosen twelve there was one Judas, who was covetous, and whose covetousness made him sell his master? Or because among His many disciples there were some who followed Him, hoping for high places in the kingdom they supposed Him about to establish on earth? Or, even now, do we all refuse to hear the Gospel preached, because there have been some Averys and Onderdonks in the pulpits? And shall we stop our ears, and close our eyes, and fold our hands before the cause of reform, for the reason that there are some Grabs in the party? Nay, God forbid!” Mark Sutherland paused as in painful thought some time, and then, with more than usual emotion, he exclaimed— “I would to God there were _no_ Achans in the camp! For this work, that at the best is apt to arouse so much evil passion—for this work, requiring so much wisdom and goodness to carry it on aright—for this work, more than for all others, should the labourers have clear heads, and clean hands, and pure motives.” Then, after a short pause, addressing his uncle again, and taking his hand, he said— “Uncle, _I_ am about to sacrifice all I have in the world, to principles I have but so lately embraced. Well, sir, believe me, for it is God’s holy truth—notwithstanding these Grabs who bring dishonour on their cause, there are hundreds of philanthropists who have sacrificed as much as _I_.” “Indeed, _indeed_, Mark, you are very wrong and foolish to do this thing! Very, _very_ foolish and wrong, indeed. _Nevertheless_, I am constrained to say that you are perfectly wise and right in persevering in your duty! _Yes, sir!_” said Mr. Bothsides, wiping his face furiously, and stuffing his white handkerchief back in his pocket. “And now, what do you mean to do further?” he asked. “I shall go to the West.”