'O, the pity of it! Such a dashing soldier--so popular--such an acquisition to the town--the soul of social life here! And now!.

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One should not speak ill of the dead, but that dreadful Mr.Sainway--it was too cruel of him!' This is a summary of what was said when Captain, now the Reverend, John Maumbry was enabled by circumstances to indulge his heart's desire of returning to the scene of his former exploits in the capacity of a minister of the Gospel.

A low-lying district of the town, which at that date was crowded with impoverished cottagers, was crying for a curate, and Mr.Maumbry generously offered himself as one willing to undertake labours that were certain to produce little result, and no thanks, credit, or emolument.
Let the truth be told about him as a clergyman; he proved to be anything but a brilliant success.

Painstaking, single-minded, deeply in earnest as all could see, his delivery was laboured, his sermons were dull to listen to, and alas, too, too long.