One day at the close of a month, Philip came into the cosey parsonage, and, instead of going right up to his study as his habit was when his outside work was done for the day, he threw himself down on a couch by the open fire.

His wife was at work in the other room, but she came in, and, seeing him lying there, inquired what was the matter.
"Nothing, Sarah, with me.

Only I'm sick at heart with the sight and knowledge of all this wicked town's sin and misery." "Do you have to carry it all on your shoulders, Philip ?" "Yes," replied Philip, almost fiercely.

It was not that either.

Only, his reply was like a great sob of conviction that he must bear something of these burdens.