call a vestry, to which, as usual, no one had responded; whereupon he imposed a rate according to his own unaided judgment.  This, I believe, he did during my illness, with the notion of pleasing me by the discovery that the repairs had been already effected according to my mind.  Nor did any one of my congregation throw the least difficulty in the churchwarden’s way.—­And now I must refer to another circumstance in the history of my parish.

I think I have already alluded to the fact that there were Dissenters in Marshmallows.  There was a little chapel down a lane leading from the main street of the village, in which there was service three times every Sunday.  People came to it from many parts of the parish, amongst whom were the families of two or three farmers of substance, while the village and its neighbourhood contributed a portion of the poorest of the inhabitants.  A year or two before I came, their minister died, and they had chosen another, a very worthy man, of considerable erudition, but of extreme views, as I heard, upon insignificant points, and moved by a great dislike to national churches and episcopacy.  This, I say, is what I had made out about him from what I had heard; and my reader will very probably be inclined to ask, “But why, with principles such as yours, should you have only hearsay to go upon?  Why did you not make the honest man’s acquaintance?  In such a small place, men should not keep each other at arm’s length.”  And any reader who says so, will say right.  All I have to suggest for myself is simply a certain shyness, for which I cannot entirely account, but which was partly made up of fear to intrude, or of being supposed to arrogate to myself the right of making advances, partly of a dread lest we should not be able to get on together, and so the attempt should result in something unpleasantly awkward.  I daresay, likewise, that the natural SHELLINESS of the English had something to do with it.  At all events, I had not made his acquaintance.

Mr Templeton, then, had refused, as a point of conscience, to pay the church-rate when the collector went round to demand it; had been summoned before a magistrate in consequence; had suffered a default; and, proceedings being pushed from the first in all the pride of Mr Brownrigg’s legality, had on this very day been visited by the churchwarden, accompanied by a broker from the neighbouring town of Addicehead, and at the very time when I was hearing of the fact was suffering distraint of his goods.  The porcine head of the churchwarden was not on his shoulders by accident, nor without significance.

But I did not wait to understand all this now.  It was enough for me that Tom bore witness to the fact that at that moment proceedings were thus driven to extremity.  I rang the bell for my boots, and, to the open-mouthed dismay of Mrs Pearson, left the vicarage leaning on Tom’s arm.  But such was the commotion in my mind, that I had become quite unconscious of illness or even feebleness.  Hurrying on in more terror than I can well express lest I should be too late, I reached Mr Templeton’s house just as a small mahogany table was being hoisted into a spring-cart which stood at the door.  Breathless with haste, I was yet able to call out,—­