How can you expect any happiness from such a life! I should be afraid to talk so." Meredith stared contemptuously.

"You are a Methodist, Louis," he said; "I have no doubt I shall preach as good sermons as you: just put on a grave face, and use a set of tender phrases, and wear a brilliant on your little finger, and a curly head, and there you are a fashionable preacher at once--and if you use your white pocket-handkerchief occasionally, throw your arms about a little, look as if you intended to tumble over the pulpit and embrace the congregation, and dose your audience with a little pathos, you may draw crowds--the ladies will idolize you." "I should not think that such popularity would be very good," replied Louis, "supposing you could do as you say; but it seems to me quite shocking to speak in such a slighting manner of so holy a thing.

Were you ever at an ordination, Meredith ?" "Not I," said Meredith.
"I should think if you had been you would be afraid to think of going to answer the solemn questions you will be asked when you are ordained.
I was once with papa at an ordination at Norwich cathedral, and I shall never forget how solemnly that beautiful service came upon me.

I could not help thinking how dreadful it must be to come there carelessly, and I wondered how the gentlemen felt who were kneeling there--and the hymn was so magnificent, Meredith.

I think if you were there with your present feelings, you would be afraid to stay.