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turned towards me,
however, as he went, so that, not seeing where he was going, he
stumbled over the grave of a child, and fell in the hollow on the other
side. I ran to pick him up. His aunt reached him at the same moment.
"Oh, thank you, sir!" she said, as I gave him to her, with an earnestness
which seemed to me disproportionate to the deed, and carried him away
with a deep blush over all her countenance.
At the churchyard-gate, the old man-of-war's man was waiting to have
another look at me. His hat was in his hand, and he gave a pull to the
short hair over his forehead, as if he would gladly take that off too, to
show his respect for the new parson. I held out my hand gratefully. It
could not close around the hard, unyielding mass of fingers which met

it. He did not know how to shake hands, and left it all to me. But
pleasure sparkled in his eyes.
"My old woman would like to shake hands with you, sir," he said.
Beside him stood his old woman, in a portentous bonnet, beneath
whose gay yellow ribbons appeared a dusky old face, wrinkled like a
ship's timbers, out of which looked a pair of keen black eyes, where the
best beauty, that of loving-kindness, had not merely lingered, but
triumphed.
"I shall be in to see you soon," I said, as I shook hands with her. "I shall
find out where you live."
"Down by the mill," she said; "close by it, sir. There's one bed in our
garden that always thrives, in the hottest summer, by the plash from the
mill, sir."
"Ask for Old Rogers, sir," said the man. "Everybody knows Old Rogers.
But if your reverence minds what my wife says, you won't go wrong.
When you find the river, it takes you to the mill; and when you find the
mill, you find the wheel; and when you find the wheel, you haven't far
to look for the cottage, sir. It's a poor place, but you'll be welcome, sir."

CHAPTER III
.
MY FIRST MONDAY AT MARSHMALLOWS.

The next day I might expect some visitors. It is a fortunate thing that
English society now regards the parson as a gentleman, else he would
have little chance of being useful to the UPPER CLASSES. But I
wanted to get a good start of them, and see some of my poor before my
rich came to see me. So after breakfast, on as lovely a Monday in the
beginning of autumn as ever came to comfort a clergyman in the
reaction of his efforts to feed his flock on the Sunday, I walked out, and
took my way to the village. I strove to dismiss from my mind every
feeling of DOING DUTY, of PERFORMING MY PART, and all that.
I had a horror of becoming a moral policeman as much as of "doing
church." I would simply enjoy the privilege, more open to me in virtue
of my office, of ministering. But as no servant has a right to force his

service, so I would be the NEIGHBOUR only, until such time as the
opportunity of being the servant should show itself.
The village was as irregular as a village should be, partly consisting of
those white houses with intersecting parallelograms of black which still
abound in some regions of our island. Just in the centre, however,
grouping about an old house of red brick, which had once been a
manorial residence, but was now subdivided in all modes that analytic
ingenuity could devise, rose a portion of it which, from one point of
view, might seem part of an old town. But you had only to pass round
any one of three visible corners to see stacks of wheat and a farm-yard;
while in another direction the houses went straggling away into a wood
that looked very like the beginning of a forest, of which some of the
village orchards appeared to form part. From the street the
slow-winding, poplar-bordered stream was here and there just visible.
I did not quite like to have it between me and my village. I could not
help preferring that homely relation in which the houses are built up
like swallow-nests on to the very walls of the cathedrals themselves, to
the arrangement here, where the river flowed, with what flow there was
in it, between the church and the people.
A little way beyond the farther end of the village appeared an iron gate,
of considerable size, dividing a lofty stone wall. And upon the top of
that one of the stone pillars supporting the gate which I could see, stood
a creature of stone, whether natant,