“Mercenary!” said the Bishop, with a strong expression of surprise.

“Yes, mercenary,” repeated his accusers.

“So far from it,” said the Bishop, warmly, “he has paid more during the year, for supporting the Gospel in Y—­, than any five men in the parish put together.”

“Mr. Carroll has!”

“How much do you give?” addressing one.

“I pay ten dollars pew rent, and give ten extra, besides,” was the answer.

“And you,” speaking to another.

“The same.”

“And you?”

“Thirty dollars, in all.”

“While,” said the Bishop, speaking with increased warmth, “your minister gave two hundred dollars.”

This, of course, took them greatly by surprise, and they asked for an explanation.  “It is given in a few words,” returned the Bishop.  “It cost him, though living in the most frugal manner, five hundred dollars for the year.  Of this, you paid three hundred, and he two hundred dollars.”

“I don’t understand you, Bishop,” said one.

“Plainly, then; he was in debt at the end of the year, two hundred dollars, for articles necessary for the health and comfort of his family, to pay which he has sold a large part of his furniture.  He was not working for himself, but for you, and, therefore, actually paid two hundred dollars for the support of the Gospel in Y—­, while you paid but twenty or thirty dollars apiece.  Under these circumstances, my friends, be assured that the charge of being mercenary, comes with an exceeding bad grace.  Nor is this all that he has sacrificed.  An insufficient income threw upon his wife, duties beyond her strength to bear; and she sunk under them.  Had you stepped forward in time, and lightened these duties by a simple act of justice, she night still be living to bless her husband and children!—­Three hundred a year for a man with a wife and three children, is not enough; and you know it, my brethren!  Not one of you could live on less than double the sum.”

This rebuke came with a stunning force upon the ears of men who had expected the Bishop to agree with them in their complaint, and had its effect.  On the day Mr. Carroll left the village, he received a kind and sympathetic letter from the official members of the church enclosing the sum of two hundred dollars.  The first impulse of his natural feelings was to return the enclosure, but reflection showed him that such an act would be wrong; and so he retained it, after such acknowledgments as he deemed the occasion required.

Back to his old home the minister went, but with feelings, how different, alas! from those he had experienced on leaving for Y—.  The people among whom he had labored for a year, felt as if they had amply paid him for all the service he had rendered; in fact had overpaid him, as if money, doled out grudgingly, could compensate for all he had sacrificed and suffered, in his effort to break for them the Bread of Life.