On Monday the women are off to the milliners to spend more money than ever; the city men are off to business to make more money than ever--while my grocer, loud in my praises in his Sunday coat, turns up his week-day sleeves and adulterates his favorite preacher's sugar as cheerfully as usual! "I have often, in past years, felt the objections to pursuing my career which are here indicated.

They were bitterly present to my mind when I resigned my curacy, and they strongly influence me now.
"I am weary of my cheaply won success in the pulpit.

I am weary of society as I find it in my time.

I felt some respect for myself, and some heart and hope in my works among the miserable wretches in Green Anchor Fields.

But I can not, and must not, return among them: I have no right, _now_, to trifle with my health and my life.