THE NEW RECTOR--AUNT MARIA TRIES TO FIND HIM A WIFE--MY FATHER HAS A SIMILAR CARE FOR ME The stone that marks the burying-place of the Andrewes family taught me the secret of the special love the Rector bore me.

It recorded the deaths of his wife Margaret, and of his son Reginald.

The child was born in the same year as myself.
Mr.Jonathan Andrewes came to Dacrefield on business connected with his brother's affairs, and he accepted my father's hospitality at the Hall.

We seldom met afterwards, and were never intimate; but, slight as it was, our tie was that of friendship rather than acquaintance.
The next presentation to the Rectory of Dacrefield was in my father's gift.

He held it alternately with the Bishop, to whom he owed Mr.
Andrewes.