‘Doubts, papa!  Doubts as to religion?’ asked Margaret, more shocked than ever.

’No! not doubts as to religion; not the slightest injury to that.’  He paused.  Margaret sighed, as if standing on the verge of some new horror.  He began again, speaking rapidly, as if to get over a set task: 

’You could not understand it all, if I told you—­my anxiety, for years past, to know whether I had any right to hold my living—­my efforts to quench my smouldering doubts by the authority of the Church.  Oh!  Margaret, how I love the holy Church from which I am to be shut out!’ He could not go on for a moment or two.  Margaret could not tell what to say; it seemed to her as terribly mysterious as if her father were about to turn Mahometan.

’I have been reading to-day of the two thousand who were ejected from their churches,’—­continued Mr. Hale, smiling faintly,—­’trying to steal some of their bravery; but it is of no use—­no use—­I cannot help feeling it acutely.’

’But, papa, have you well considered?  Oh! it seems so terrible, so shocking,’ said Margaret, suddenly bursting into tears.  The one staid foundation of her home, of her idea of her beloved father, seemed reeling and rocking.  What could she say?  What was to be done?  The sight of her distress made Mr. Hale nerve himself, in order to try and comfort her.  He swallowed down the dry choking sobs which had been heaving up from his heart hitherto, and going to his bookcase he took down a volume, which he had often been reading lately, and from which he thought he had derived strength to enter upon the course in which he was now embarked.

‘Listen, dear Margaret,’ said he, putting one arm round her waist.  She took his hand in hers and grasped it tight, but she could not lift up her head; nor indeed could she attend to what he read, so great was her internal agitation.

’This is the soliloquy of one who was once a clergyman in a country parish, like me; it was written by a Mr. Oldfield, minister of Carsington, in Derbyshire, a hundred and sixty years ago, or more.  His trials are over.  He fought the good fight.’  These last two sentences he spoke low, as if to himself.  Then he read aloud,—­

’When thou canst no longer continue in thy work without dishonour to God, discredit to religion, foregoing thy integrity, wounding conscience, spoiling thy peace, and hazarding the loss of thy salvation; in a word, when the conditions upon which thou must continue (if thou wilt continue) in thy employments are sinful, and unwarranted by the word of God, thou mayest, yea, thou must believe that God will turn thy very silence, suspension, deprivation, and laying aside, to His glory, and the advancement of the Gospel’s interest.  When God will not use thee in one kind, yet He will in another.  A soul that desires to serve and honour Him shall never want opportunity to do it; nor must thou so limit the Holy One of Israel as to think He