Strange words of a strange love! An austere patriot's passion for his fatherland! He sat down; for half-an-hour we never spoke; neither he to me nor I to him: that interval past, he recommenced--

     "Jane, I go in six weeks; I have taken my berth in an East Indiaman which sails on the 20th of June."

     "God will protect you; for you have undertaken His work," I answered.

     "Yes," said he, "there is my glory and joy. I am the servant of an infallible Master. I am not going out under human guidance, subject to the defective laws and erring control of my feeble fellow-worms: my king, my lawgiver, my captain, is the All-perfect. It seems strange to me that all round me do not burn to enlist under the same banner,--to join in the same enterprise."

     "All have not your powers, and it would be folly for the feeble to wish to march with the strong."

     "I do not speak to the feeble, or think of them: I address only such as are worthy of the work, and competent to accomplish it."