Would you believe it?
My charitable business is an unendurable nuisance to me; and when I see a Ladies' Committee now, I wish myself at the uttermost ends of the earth!" If the annals of apostasy offer anything comparable to such a declaration as that, I can only say that the case in point is not producible from the stores of my reading.

I thought of the Mothers'-Small-Clothes.

I thought of the Sunday-Sweetheart-Supervision.
I thought of the other Societies, too numerous to mention, all built up on this man as on a tower of strength.

I thought of the struggling Female Boards, who, so to speak, drew the breath of their business-life through the nostrils of Mr.Godfrey--of that same Mr.Godfrey who had just reviled our good work as a "nuisance"-- and just declared that he wished he was at the uttermost ends of the earth when he found himself in our company! My young female friends will feel encouraged to persevere, when I mention that it tried even My discipline before I could devour my own righteous indignation in silence.

At the same time, it is only justice to myself to add, that I didn't lose a syllable of the conversation.