“That’s a safe consequence. There’s no fear of the second if he does the first. Anyhow he cannot enjoy him for ever this moment, and he can glorify him at once.” “Ay, but hoo?” said Bow-o’-meal, ready to swoop upon the master’s reply. “Just as Jesus Christ did--by doing his will--by obedience.” “That’s no faith--it’s works! Ye’ll never save yer sowl that gait.” “No man can ever save his soul. God only can do that. You can glorify him by giving yourself up heart and soul and body and life to his Son. Then you shall _be_ saved. _That_ you must leave to _him_, and _do what he tells you_. There will be no fear of the saving then --though it’s not an easy matter--even for _him_, as has been sorely proved.” “An’ hoo are we to gie oorsels up till him?--for ye see we’re practical kin’ o’ fowk, huz fisher-fowk, Maister Graham,” said Bow-o’-meal. The tone implied that the schoolmaster was not practical. “I say again--In doing _his_ will and not your own.” “An’ what may his wull be?” “Is he not telling you himself at this moment? Do you not know what his will is? How should _I_ come between him and you! For anything I know, it may be that you pay your next door neighbour a crown you owe him, or make an apology to the one on the other side. _I_ do not know: you do.” “Dinna ye think aboot savin’ yer ain sowl noo, Maister Graham?” said Bow-o’-meal, returning on their track. “No, I don’t. I’ve forgotten all about that. I only desire and pray to do the will of my God--which is all in all to me.” “What say ye than aboot the sowls o’ ither fowk? Wadna ye save them, no?” “Gladly would I save them--but according to the will of God. If I were, even unwittingly, to attempt it in any other way, I should be casting stumbling-blocks in their path, and separating myself from my God--doing that which is not of faith, and therefore is sin. It is only where a man is at one with God that he can do the right thing or take the right way. Whatever springs from any other source than the spirit that dwelt in Jesus, is of sin, and works to thwart the divine will. Who knows what harm may be done to a man by hurrying a spiritual process in him?” “I doobt, sir, gien yer doctrine was to get a hearin’, there wad be unco little dune for the glory o’ God i’ this place!” remarked Bow-o’-meal, with sententious reproof. “But what was done would be of the right sort, and surpassingly powerful.” “Weel, to come back to the business in han’--what wad be yer advice?” said Bow-o’-meal. “That’s a thing none but a lawyer should give. I have shown you what seem to me the principles involved: I can do no more.” “Ye dinna ca’ that neebourly, whan a body comes speirin’ ’t?” “Are you prepared then to take my advice?” “Ye wadna hae a body du that aforehan’! We micht as weel a’ be Papists, an’ believe as we’re tauld.”