Young men who needed interest and pleasure, the poor who needed warmth and food, came together to that room, and met there the drunkard in his sober intervals, the gamester when he cared to play for mere pastime; yes, and others, the more evil, were made welcome there.  It was not forgotten that Toyner had been a wicked man and that Ann’s father had been a murderer.

It was a strange effort this, to increase virtue in the virtuous, not by separation from, but by friendship with, the unrepentant.  To Toyner sin was an abhorred thing.  It consisted always, yet only, in failure to tread in the foot-prints of God, as far as it was given to each man to see God’s way—­in obedience to the lower motive in any moment of the perpetual choice of life.  For himself, his life was impassioned with the belief that it was wicked to live as if God was not the God of the whole of what we may know.

I, who have seen it, tell you that the atmosphere of that house was always sweet.  There were many young girls who came to it often, and laughed and danced with men who were not righteous, and the girls lived more holy lives than before.  I would say this:—­do not let any one imitate the method of life which Toyner and his wife practised unless by prayer he can obtain the power of the unseen holiness to work upon the flux of circumstance; yet do not let those fear to imitate it who have learned the secret of prayer.  It was a strenuous life of prayer and self-denial that these two lived until their race in this phase of things was run.

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It is with this abrupt note of personal observation and reflection that the schoolmaster’s manuscript ends.  He had evidently become one of Toyner’s disciples.  It is well that we should know what our brothers think, feel with their hearts for an hour, if it may not be for longer.

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