New men, Mr.Harding, are now needed and are now forthcoming in the church, as well as in other professions." All this was wormwood to our old friend.

He had never rated very high his own abilities or activity, but all the feelings of his heart were with the old clergy, and any antipathies of which his heart was susceptible were directed against those new, busy, uncharitable, self-lauding men, of whom Mr.Slope was so good an example.
"Perhaps," said he, "the bishop will prefer a new man at the hospital ?" "By no means," said Mr.Slope.

"The bishop is very anxious that you should accept the appointment, but he wishes you should understand beforehand what will be the required duties.

In the first place, a Sabbath-day school will be attached to the hospital." "What! For the old men ?" asked Mr.Harding.
"No, Mr.Harding, not for the old men, but for the benefit of the children of such of the poor of Barchester as it may suit.

The bishop will expect that you shall attend this school, and that the teachers shall be under your inspection and care." Mr.Harding slipped his topmost hand off the other and began to rub the calf of the leg which was supported.
"As to the old men," continued Mr.Slope, "and the old women who are to form a part of the hospital, the bishop is desirous that you shall have morning and evening service on the premises every Sabbath, and one weekday service; that you shall preach to them once at least on Sundays; and that the whole hospital be always collected for morning and evening prayer.