Lady Betty's governess : $b or, The Corbet chronicles — John Shaqi
Lady Betty's governess : $b or, The Corbet chroniclesGuernsey, Lucy Ellen
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Lady Betty's governess : $b or, The Corbet chronicles
Guernsey, Lucy Ellen
Governesses -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Juvenile fiction
"I was about to say," he went on, "that there are positions at both the
universities at which a scholar can get on with little or no expense.
I have some little interest, and I doubt not I could use it for your
advantage, if on trial it should appear that you have a true call to
preach the gospel."
I saw Dick's cheek flush, and something seemed to swell in his throat.
As for me, I did not know whether I were dreaming or awake, so bright a
ray of hope seemed to beam from this door which the strange gentleman
had opened. It was but for a moment, and then Dick answered, quietly:
"I thank you, honored sir, from the bottom of my heart, for your kind
offer, but I must not accept it, at least not now. My mother is poor,
and hath younger children to educate. She needs all the help which both
my sister and I can give her, and for that reason we must both go into
the world to earn our own living. If the call I feel is indeed from
above, I doubt not that He who gives it will find a way to accomplish
His own ends; and I should be disposed gravely to doubt its reality,
should it lead me away from my duty toward my mother."
So here was my door closed again, and that by the very person for whom
it had been opened. The tears came into my eyes, and I had much ado to
keep myself from sobbing. The stranger rose and walked to the window
in silence, and I feared that Dick had given him great offence. But he
presently came back again, and his face was calm and benign as ever.
"What you say hath much reason in it," said he, addressing himself to
Richard, "but would not your mother be willing to make the sacrifice?"
"She would, without doubt; and therefore it must not be so much as
mentioned to her," answered Dick, decidedly. "No, Margaret," for he
read the entreaty in my face: "not so much as mentioned. My dear mother
is growing old, and it is no longer fit that she should sacrifice to
her children. Wherefore, pardon me, honored sir, if I decline, with
many thanks, your generous offer."
"No pardon is needed when no offence hath been committed or taken,"
said the stranger. "But, my son, I am loth that such an one as you seem
to be should be lost to the Church, which now, as much as at any time
in her history, needs zealous and faithful ministers. Therefore I would
entreat you not to dismiss the thought of taking orders, but, as it
were, to put it away in your mind for some future time. Believe me, you
may still be preparing for the sacred office. In your master's shop,
in the street, and at the fireside, you may be gaining a knowledge of
'men.' 'Tis a kind of knowledge which is worth more to a pastor than
any which can be learned out of books, and one in which we college
fellows are apt to be deficient. Do you have any time to yourself to
read or study?"
"Yes sir," replied Dick. "My master is very kind in that respect, as in
every other. I have the most of my evenings."
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