In the summer of 1828 Mr. Johns was called upon to preach a special discourse at the Commencement exercises of the college from which he had received his degree; and so sterlingly orthodox was his sermon, at a crisis when some sister colleges were bolstering up certain new theological tenets which had a strong taint of heresy, that the old gentlemen who held rank as fellows of his college, in a burst of zeal, bestowed upon the worthy man the title of D. D. It was not an honor he had coveted; indeed, he coveted no human honors; yet this was more wisely given than most: his dignity, his sobriety, his rigid, complete adherence to all the accepted forms of religious belief made him a safe recipient of the title. The spinster sister, with an ill-concealed pride, was most zealous in the bestowal of it; and before a month had passed, she had forced it into current use throughout the world of Ashfield. Did a neglectful neighbor speak of the good health of "Mr. Johns," the mistress of the parsonage said,--"Why, yes, the Doctor is working very hard, it is true; but he is quite well; the Doctor is remarkably well." Did a younger church-sister speak in praise of some late sermon of "the minister," Miss Eliza thanked her in a dignified way, and was sure "the Doctor" would be most happy to hear that his efforts were appreciated. As for Larkin and Esther, who stumbled dismally over the new title, the spinster plied them urgently. "Esther, my good woman, make the Doctor's tea very strong to-night." "Larkin, the Doctor won't ride to-day; and mind, you must cut the wood for the Doctor's fire a little shorter." Reuben only rebelled, with the mischief of a boy:-- "What for do you call papa Doctor? He don't carry saddle-bags." To the quiet, staid man himself it was a wholly indifferent matter. In the solitude of his study, however, it recalled a neglected duty, and in so far seemed a blessing. By such paltry threads are the colors woven into our life! It recalled his friend Maverick and his jaunty prediction; and upon that came to him a recollection of the promise which he had made to Rachel, that he would write to Maverick. So the minister wrote, telling his old friend what grief had stricken his house,--how his boy and he were left alone,--how the church, by favor of Providence, had grown under his preaching,--how his sister had come to be mistress of the parsonage,--how he had wrought the Master's work in fear and trembling; and after this came godly counsel for the exile. He hoped that light had shone upon him, even in the "dark places" of infidel France,--that he was not alienated from the faith of his fathers,--that he did not make a mockery, as did those around him, of the holy institution of the Sabbath.