He could not any longer put away the solemn duty of visitation.

To take the comfort of his presence, to give the light of his countenance to the smitten, was a part of his sacred function.

These accidents were among the sore trials incident to a cure of souls.

The Reverend Nicholas had brushed himself spick-and-span that morning, and, taking up his gold-headed cane, had walked the two miles to Shoulthwaite.
Rotha was tying the ribbons of Mrs.Ray's white cap under her chin as the vicar entered.

She took up a chair for him, and placed it near the invalid.