Out of that one thousand four hundred, I receive sixty; but I shall add nothing more--for indeed I have yet several visits to make before I go home.

As to my orthodoxy, sir, you will take your own course.

To my bishop I am ready to explain my opinions; they are in accordance with the Word of God; and if for entertaining them I am deprived of the slender support for which I labor, as your curate, my trust in God will not be the less." Mr.Lucre declined any reply, but bowed very politely, and rang the bell, to order his carriage, as a hint to Mr.Clement that the conversation was closed.

The latter bowed, bade him good morning, and departed.
When Mr.Clement said he had some visits to make, we must, lest the reader might suppose they are visits of ceremony, follow his steps in order to learn the nature of these visits.
About half a mile from the Glebe house of Castle Cumber, the meek and unassuming curate entered into an abode of misery and sorrow, which would require a far more touching pen than ours to describe.

A poor widow sat upon the edge of a little truckle bed with the head of one of her children on her lap; another lay in the same bed silent and feeble, and looking evidently ill.