The resolute cheer of this man's life pervaded the whole atmosphere of his house.

Spite of the perpetual shadow of the invalid's darkened room, spite of the inevitable circumscribing of narrow means, Parson Dorrance's cottage was the pleasantest house in the place, was the house to which all the townspeople took strangers with pride, and was the house which strangers never forgot.

There was always a new book, or a new print, or a new flower, or a new thought which the untiring mind had just been shaping; and there were always and ever the welcome and the sympathy of a man who loved men because he loved God, and who loved God with an affection as personal in its nature as the affection with which he loved a man.
Year after year, classes of young men went away from this college, having for four years looked on the light of this goodness.

Said I not well that few lives have ever been lived which have left such a stamp on a community?
No man could be so gross that he would utterly fail to feel its purity, no man so stupid that he could not see its grandeur of self-sacrifice; and to souls of a fibre fine enough to be touched to the quick by its exaltation, it was-a kindling fire for ever.
In the twenty-seventh year of her married life, and near the end of the twenty-fifth year of her confinement to her room, Mrs.Dorrance died.

For a few months after her death, her husband seemed like a man suddenly struck blind in the midst of familiar objects.