"Had we not better have a course of controversial lectures, each giving one in turn ?" "No, Mawley," replied the vicar, "since I have had the living, I have never yet permitted sectarian disputations to have a place in my pulpit; and, never will I do so as long as I live! We were instructed to preach the Gospel by our Saviour, not to wage war against this or that creed; and the Gospel is one of peace and love.

Don't you remember how Saint John, when he was upwards of fourscore years, continually taught this by his constant text, `Little children, love one another ?' Let us allow men to judge us by our works.

The labour of Protestantism will not be accomplished by the pharisaical mode of priding ourselves on our faith, and damning that of every one else! Our mission is to preach the Gospel pure and simple.

Too much time, too much money, too much of true religion is wasted, in our common custom of trying to proselytise others! We should look at home first, Mawley." "Still, sir," said the curate, "it is surely our mission to convert the heathen ?" "I do not argue against that," said the vicar.

"God forbid that I should! But what I say is, that we are too apt, in seeking for foreign fields, to neglect the duty that lies nearer to us at home." "It is a noble work, converting the heathen, though," said Miss Spight.
"That's just what I mean," responded our pastor.