But six months' gallant work there, with gallant men (for there are High Churchmen there who are an honour to England), brought him to death's door.

The doctors commanded some soft western air.

Frank, as chivalrous as a knight-errant of old, would fain have died at his post, but his mother interfered; and he could do no less than obey her.

So he had taken this remote west country curacy; all the more willingly because he knew that nine-tenths of the people were Dissenters.

To recover that place to the Church would be something worth living for.