When Malcolm first visited Mr Graham, the schoolmaster had already
preached two or three times in the pulpit of Hope Chapel. His
ministrations at the prayer-meetings had led to this. For every night
on which he was expected to speak, there were more people present than
on the last; and when the deacons saw this, they asked him to preach on
the Sundays. After two Sundays they came to him in a body, and besought
him to become a candidate for the vacant pulpit, assuring him of
success if he did so. He gave a decided refusal, however, nor mentioned
his reasons. His friend Marshal urged him, pledging himself for his
income to an amount which would have been riches to the dominie, but in
vain. Thereupon the silk mercer concluded that he must have money, and,
kind man as he was, grew kinder in consequence, and congratulated him
on his independence.
“I depend more on the fewness of my wants than on any earthly store for
supplying them,” said the dominie.
Marshal’s thermometer fell a little, but not his anxiety to secure
services which, he insisted, would be for the glory of God and the
everlasting good of perishing souls. The schoolmaster only smiled
queerly and held his peace.
He consented, however, to preach the next Sunday, and on the Monday,
consented to preach the next again. For several weeks the same thing
occurred. But he would never promise on a Sunday, or allow the briefest
advertisement to be given concerning him. All said he was feeling his
way.
Neither had he, up to this time, said a word to Malcolm about the
manner in which his Sundays were employed, while yet he talked much
about a school he had opened in a room occupied in the evenings by a
debating club, where he was teaching such children of small shopkeepers
and artisans as found their way to him--in part through his connection
with the chapel-folk. When Malcolm had called on a Sunday, his landlady
had been able to tell him nothing more than that Mr Graham had gone out
at such and such an hour--she presumed to church; and when he had once
or twice expressed a wish to accompany him wherever he went to worship,
Mr Graham had managed somehow to let him go without having made any
arrangement for his doing so.
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