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his son, instructs him in the art of seduc- “New moral forces ” were at work. “A tion as part of a polite education.” new sense of social virtue," a new sense

If such were the conditions at the social of religion,” was stirring however blindzenith, those at the nadir were scarcely ly in the minds of Englishmen.” more hopeful.

“The stir,” says Green, “showed itself “At the other end of the social scale,” markedly in a religious revival which dates observes Green, “lay the masses of the from the later years of Walpole's ministry;

and which began in a small knot of Oxpoor. They were ignorant and brutal to a degree which it is hard to conceive, for

ford students. Three figures de

tached themselves from the group as soon the increase of population which followed on the growth of towns and the develop- as, on its transfer to London in 1738, it ment of commerce had been met by no

attracted public attention. . . . Each effort for their religious or educational found his special work in the task to which improvement. Not a new parish had the instinct of the new movement led it been created. Hardly a single new

from the first, that of carrying religion church had been built. A Welsh

and morality to the vast masses of popubishop avowed that he had seen his own

lation which lay concentrated in the towns

or around the mines and collieries of Corndiocese but once, and habitually resided at the lakes of Westmoreland. ... In wall and the north. Whitefield, a servthe streets of London gin-shops at one

itor of Pembroke College, was above all time invited every passer-by to get drunk the preacher of the revival

. Speech was for a penny, or dead drunk for two-pence.governing English politics; and the reMuch of this social degradation was due ligious power of speech was shown when without doubt to the apathy and sloth of

a dread of ‘enthusiasm' closed against the priesthood. A shrewd, if prejudiced, the new apostles the pulpits of the Estabobserver, Bishop Burnet, brands the Eng- in the fields. Their voice was soon heard

lished Church and forced them to preach lish clergy of his day as the most lifeless in Europe, “the most remiss of their labors in the wildest and most barbarous corners in private and the least severe of their of the land, among the bleak moors of lives.''

Northumberland, or in the dens of Lon

don, or in the long galleries where in the Such was the England of Walpole. pauses of his labor the Cornish miner But as his long term of power neared its listens to the sobbing of the sea. Whiteclose, we see society everywhere stirring field's preaching was such as England as one in a troubled sleep. On every had never heard before. It was no hand signs of a general awakening were common enthusiast who could wring visible.

gold from the close-fisted Franklin and

admiration from the fastidious Horace THE SPIRITUAL RENAISSANCE IN- Walpole, or who could look down from AUGURATED BY WHITEFIELD AND the top of the green knoll at Kingswood

on twenty thousand colliers, grimy from Pitt, then young and uninfluential, led the Bristol coal-pits, and see as he preacha band in Parliament whom the cynical ed the tears ‘making white channels down Walpole called the “boys.” They thun-their blackened cheeks.” dered against the venality and corruption On the long-neglected and ignorant of government and for a time their words masses—the disenfranchised and socially fell on dull ears or were ridiculed and the exiled multitude-the effect of Whitestatements denied. Later, however, we field's preaching and that of his co-workfind this political protest against minis- was indescribable; but it quickly terial corruption everywhere taken up. aroused the scorn, hatred and spirit of







persecution on the part of smug conven- members in England and America by tionalism.

millions. But the Methodists themselves

were the least result of the Methodist re“Their lives were often in danger, vival. Its action upon the Church broke they were mobbed, they were ducked, the lethargy of the clergy; and the ‘Evanthey were stoned, they were smothered gelical' movement, which found reprewith filth. But the enthusiasm they sentatives like Newton and Cecil within aroused was equally passionate. . . the pale of the Establishment, made the Charles Wesley, a Christ Church student, fox-hunting parson and the absentee came to add sweetness to this sudden rector at last impossible.” and startling light. He was the 'sweet singer' of the movement. His hymns

THE DEMAND TO-DAY UPON THE expressed the fiery conviction of its converts in lines so chaste and beautiful that its more extravagant features disappeared. ... A passion for hymn-singing and a Conditions to-day are so strikingly new musical impulse were aroused in the similar in essential particulars to those people which gradually changed the face which preceded the great moral and spiritof public devotion throughout England. ual renaissance described above, and the

“But it was his elder brother, John signs of heart-hunger on the part of the Wesley, who embodied in himself not people and the general symptoms of the this or that side of the new movement, awakening of a new civic spirit are so but the movement itself. Even at Ox- much in evidence that we feel justified ford, where he resided as a fellow of Lin- in predicting precisely such a moral awakcoln, he had been looked upon as head ening, if any considerable number of our of the group of Methodists. . . . In present-day clergymen should lead a power as a preacher he stood next to crusade for the restoration of the ethics Whitefield; as a hymn-writer he stood of primitive Christianity, for the ensecond to his brother Charles. But while thronement of the Golden Rule as the combining in some degree the excellencies rule of life. But the demand on the minof either, he possessed qualities in which istry to-day is far greater than that of any both were utterly deficient; an indefa- earlier day, because we are living in a tigable industry, a cool judgment, a com- world in which the intellectual horizon mand over others, a faculty of organiza- is more extended than ever before-a tion, a singular union of patience and world in which science, education and moderation with an imperious ambition, discovery have broadened and changed which marked him as a ruler of men. He the concepts of mankind, making it neceswas older than any of his colleagues at the sary for clergymen to study the fundastart of the movement, and he outlived mental laws that underlie social progress them all. His life indeed almost covers and the obligations imposed by the law the century; he had besides a learning of solidarity. The gospel of to-morrow, and a skill in writing which no other of the to be effective on the imagination of man, Methodists possessed. He was born in must incorporate in a living, practical 1703 and lived on till 1791, and the Meth- way the idea of the brotherhood of man odist body had passed through every that necessarily follows the concept of the phase of its history before he sank into fatherhood of God. It must address itthe grave at the age of eighty-eight. self to the reason as well as the heart. It

must meet the high demands of justice “The great body which he thus found- and of equity. In a word, it must insist ed numbered a hundred thousand mem- upon making the new ideal of emancibers at his death, and now counts its pated manhood-the watchword of de

mocracy, justice, freedom and fraternity present-day service the passageway by -a living reality instead of an empty which he led the wanderers to the heights. shibboleth. The church of the future, So in his teachings, the parable of the to be a power, must imitate the life of Good Samaritan emphasized the crownJesus by ministering first to the needs of ing and summing up of his ethics enunthe perishing body, and through the door. ciated in the Golden Rule. The church of justice and love lead the people to the of to-morrow can become powerful, we heights. Whenever the sick came to believe, only through appealing at once Jesus, he first healed their bodily afflic- to the brain, the heart and the sense of tions. When the multitude were a-hung- justice in the people, and by making ered, he fed them. And so all through social justice the subject of immediate his ministry he made the door of active concern.


Author of The Pensionnaires, etc.



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RS. MORTON stepped quickly Morton's eyes and half-fearful confirmafrom her carriage and came as

tion in Ethel's; and then there was pain near to hurrying up the steps of her sister's in both. house as she would permit herself to do “He told her himself, did n't he?" while her coachman watched. An an- asked Mrs. Morton presently. noyed puzzlement lay in her eyes, and Ethel nodded. her chin had a pugnacious set.

The “And she ?” maid let her in without a word and she “She fainted, and he had to summon went straight up stairs to her sister's the family.” boudoir.

“She was unworthy of his confidence," Ethel heard her coming, but did declared Mrs. Morton decisively, plainly not follow her natural impulse to meet finding relief in a mental movement in her in the hall. She did not care to risk

some direction. having their first words carry down the The pain came back into Ethel's eyes. open staircase to a servant's ears.

“It was a terrible shock to the

poor girl,” Well ?” said Mrs. Morton as she step- she said simply. ped into the boudoir and swung the door “But his frankness-his manliness in to behind her.

telling her before marriage—when so “Well,” began Ethel with a firm mild- many men would let her find it out afterness that seemed habitual to her; "things ward,” protested Mrs. Morton, her exare not going right-and I thought you citement growing. “She should have ought to know.”

risen to that." Oh, I knew something had happened “She is prostrated, I learn,” said Ethel, from your voice on the telephone; but her mildness becoming more obviously what is it?”—impatiently.

firm than usual. “The marriage may not be—may be “And Paul ?” cried Mrs. Morton, turnpostponed.”

ing quickly on her sister. “Never!”

“He has not been home since,” reEthel was silent; and the two women turned Ethel, her eyes wide with pain. looked straight into each other's eyes. “He has n't gone back, surely—after First there was shocked enquiry in Mrs. having broken off with the creature,”

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exclaimed Mrs. Morton, almost hyster- back. Another blow had fallen on her ically.

sensitive consciousness. “I do n't know,” said Ethel in little “But he had given it all up for you,” more than a whisper.

continued Mrs. Morton. “And now he He shall not! It is infamous !” cried has not been home since he left here." Mrs. Morton, moving about the room Stella stepped quickly forward. aimlessly as if to relieve the tenseness of "Where?” she asked. the strain on her. "He has dragged us Mrs. Morton shook her head. “We in disgrace for years—us, his sisters do not know," she replied to the eager there are times when I can hardly look eyes. “But it is for you to say where he my own husband in the face-and now will spend his life,” she added significantly. if Stella does not take him and save him, Again Stella stepped back, and, turnhe will go back again. It will be she who ing, sank into a chair. Mrs. Morton pushes him back"

quietly followed her example, and waited "Oh, Carrie!” and Ethel turned a for her to speak. reproachful face to her maddened sister. “He was here again last night,” re

Yes, it will,” declared Mrs. Morton marked Stella shortly, her listlessness with fierce determination. “He had coming back again. broken it all off--and it was all over- “Paul ?” and if he has gone back again!

“Yes.” “I do n't believe he has."

“Did “Well, he will—if she persists-Ethel! “No I could not.” I am going to see Stella and show her her Mrs. Morton pressed her lips firmly duty--her duty to him-her duty to us!” together, and her round chin seemed to

come forward a trifle.

“Are you going to take the responsibilMrs. Morton had to wait sometime ity of driving him back to-to disgrace?” in the Norwood drawing-room before she demanded hardily of the stricken girl. Stella came down. And then it was a Stella sat up quickly; her eyes

dilated. pale Stella with tremulous eye-lids, and “But he said-he-would not go— " she soft lips that would stay quiet in no posi- began. tion for more than a moment.

A flash of contempt played across Mrs. Mrs. Morton went to her quickly, took Morton's direct eyes. . both her hands and kissed her lips. And “You—think he will — ?” went on Stella was still clinging to the kiss when Stella. Mrs. Morton withdrew her face.

“I think he is a man,” said Mrs. Mor“I am so sorry for you, my poor girl,” ton steadily. said Mrs. Morton.

"But he promised me!" Stella stood without speaking.

Mrs. Morton's face visibly whitened. “The sorrow that many women bear “The disgrace of it killed his mother, and has come to you very soon,” said Mrs. he knew it-and he did not stop,” she Morton; "but you must be brave." said.

Stella turned her eyes on the healthy, “But-" began Stella again; and then, firm-chinned, confident-looking woman with a quick look at Mrs. Morton to see before her as if she were trying to take an if she knew what she was about to say, she interest in what she was saying but was sat in nerve-strained silence. not quite sure that she did.

“Yes; he would give it up for you," “Paul had the manliness to tell you said Mrs. Morton, answering her unbefore your marriage,” went on Mrs. spoken protest. “He has set his heart Morton. “He might have left you to on being worthy of you. But you must find out afterward."

take his sacrifice. He will not give it up Stella looked up quickly and stepped and you too.”


how to go into raptures over those wooden

old Italian paintings with the wry necks The heavy Parker carriage was making and the splay feet-you remember them its slow way up from the wharf some six-look as if they had been done by the months after the November day on which drawing-class of a Brobdingnagian kinMrs. Morton learned from her sister that dergartenthe longed-for marriage of their erring Here Stella's gloved hand thrust sudbrother might not take place, and then denly over Paul's mouth stopped his drove over to Stella Norwood's to "show satirical drawl, and he dodged laughing her her duty.” Mr. and Mrs. Paul into his corner. Parker were just home from a honey- "I did get to love them,” declared moon in Europe, and Ethel and Mrs. Stella, a girlish seriousness mingling with Morton had been down with the carriage the mischief in her face. “We were a to meet them. A dress-suit case covered long time in Siena, and I used to go over with foreign labels sat on the box beside nearly every day to the Belle Arti to look the coachman; a smaller bag lay between at their curious old saints and Madonnas. the feet of the quartette in the carriage; You must n't think of them as modern and each held something fragile and prec- paintings at all”—the seriousness was ious which could not be left to come up now in full possession of her face—“the with the trunks.

artists had to do everything in a convenStella wore a face submerged in con- tional way; but you can see them actutent, and looked out the carriage windows ally struggling to express themselves inwith glad eyes on the familiar streets. side of their limiting conventions”

“I can never help feeling,” said Mrs. “Like a society woman who has disMorton, “that paying duty is like paying covered an idea in her head,” broke in blackmail."

Mrs. Morton with a round, low laugh “I do n't mind paying it,” said Paul, she had. some remnants of a late annoyance still “I had to listen to that sort of thing audible in his voice. “But I can 't stand day after day,” said Paul from his corner, the offensive way in which the officials shaking his head pathetically. assume that you may be a perjurer and a "You had begun to like them, too,” thief."

said Stella to him with sweet reproach“I am afraid,” laughed Mrs. Morton, fulness. “You know you had—you adthat I am both


time I come back mitted it.” from abroad."

"Under torture," shot in Paul, sinking “I do n't admit it,” declared Paul. farther into his corner. I'm a sudden free-trade convert—that "Incorrigible!” breathed Stella at him; is all.”

and as her eyes shone over at him, they "Well, you had a good time anyway,' grew more and more tender until she forsaid Ethel, addressing Stella.

got to look away. “Very!” exclaimed Stella, her face Mrs. Morton moved a little uncomlighting up. “I am not quite sure that fortably in the mild light of this stray I wanted to come home”--and she tried beam from the honeymoon, and looked to look shocked at the enormity of her pointedly out of the window; but Ethel remark.

looked at Stella's radiant face as an elder “Oh, you are to be forgiven that-on sister might at a happy girl. a honeymoon,” Ethel assured her.

Paul's eyes traveled with amused fondness over the erect figure of his bride, up Ethel and Mrs. Morton were walking to her smiling face with the sea-tan still among the flower-beds of the Morton on it.

summer-place. When they lifted their “When I tell you that Stella has learned faces to look to the east, they could se

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