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"
But
perhaps
your
accommodations
--
your
cottage
--
your
furniture
--
have
disappointed
your
expectations
?
They
are
,
in
truth
,
scanty
enough
;
but
--
"
I
interrupted
--
"
My
cottage
is
clean
and
weather-proof
;
my
furniture
sufficient
and
commodious
.
All
I
see
has
made
me
thankful
,
not
despondent
.
I
am
not
absolutely
such
a
fool
and
sensualist
as
to
regret
the
absence
of
a
carpet
,
a
sofa
,
and
silver
plate
;
besides
,
five
weeks
ago
I
had
nothing
--
I
was
an
outcast
,
a
beggar
,
a
vagrant
;
now
I
have
acquaintance
,
a
home
,
a
business
.
I
wonder
at
the
goodness
of
God
;
the
generosity
of
my
friends
;
the
bounty
of
my
lot
.
I
do
not
repine
.
"
"
But
you
feel
solitude
an
oppression
?
The
little
house
there
behind
you
is
dark
and
empty
.
"
"
I
have
hardly
had
time
yet
to
enjoy
a
sense
of
tranquillity
,
much
less
to
grow
impatient
under
one
of
loneliness
.
"
"
Very
well
;
I
hope
you
feel
the
content
you
express
:
at
any
rate
,
your
good
sense
will
tell
you
that
it
is
too
soon
yet
to
yield
to
the
vacillating
fears
of
Lot
's
wife
.
What
you
had
left
before
I
saw
you
,
of
course
I
do
not
know
;
but
I
counsel
you
to
resist
firmly
every
temptation
which
would
incline
you
to
look
back
:
pursue
your
present
career
steadily
,
for
some
months
at
least
.
"
"
It
is
what
I
mean
to
do
,
"
I
answered
.
St.
John
continued
--
"
It
is
hard
work
to
control
the
workings
of
inclination
and
turn
the
bent
of
nature
;
but
that
it
may
be
done
,
I
know
from
experience
.
God
has
given
us
,
in
a
measure
,
the
power
to
make
our
own
fate
;
and
when
our
energies
seem
to
demand
a
sustenance
they
can
not
get
--
when
our
will
strains
after
a
path
we
may
not
follow
--
we
need
neither
starve
from
inanition
,
nor
stand
still
in
despair
:
we
have
but
to
seek
another
nourishment
for
the
mind
,
as
strong
as
the
forbidden
food
it
longed
to
taste
--
and
perhaps
purer
;
and
to
hew
out
for
the
adventurous
foot
a
road
as
direct
and
broad
as
the
one
Fortune
has
blocked
up
against
us
,
if
rougher
than
it
.
"
A
year
ago
I
was
myself
intensely
miserable
,
because
I
thought
I
had
made
a
mistake
in
entering
the
ministry
:
its
uniform
duties
wearied
me
to
death
.
I
burnt
for
the
more
active
life
of
the
world
--
for
the
more
exciting
toils
of
a
literary
career
--
for
the
destiny
of
an
artist
,
author
,
orator
;
anything
rather
than
that
of
a
priest
:
yes
,
the
heart
of
a
politician
,
of
a
soldier
,
of
a
votary
of
glory
,
a
lover
of
renown
,
a
luster
after
power
,
beat
under
my
curate
's
surplice
.
I
considered
;
my
life
was
so
wretched
,
it
must
be
changed
,
or
I
must
die
.
After
a
season
of
darkness
and
struggling
,
light
broke
and
relief
fell
:
my
cramped
existence
all
at
once
spread
out
to
a
plain
without
bounds
--
my
powers
heard
a
call
from
heaven
to
rise
,
gather
their
full
strength
,
spread
their
wings
,
and
mount
beyond
ken
.
God
had
an
errand
for
me
;
to
bear
which
afar
,
to
deliver
it
well
,
skill
and
strength
,
courage
and
eloquence
,
the
best
qualifications
of
soldier
,
statesman
,
and
orator
,
were
all
needed
:
for
these
all
centre
in
the
good
missionary
.
