I will owe no man anything, save to love one another.' 'But how do you intend to live ?' asked Lancelot, as they stood together in the cloisters.
'There's enough of me, sir, to make a good navigator if all trades fail.' 'Nonsense! you must not throw yourself away so.' 'Oh, sir, there's good to be done, believe me, among those poor fellows.

They wander up and down the land like hogs and heathens, and no one tells them that they have a soul to be saved.

Not one parson in a thousand gives a thought to them.

They can manage old folks and little children, sir, but, somehow, they never can get hold of the young men--just those who want them most.

There's a talk about ragged schools, now.