"This parlour is not his sphere," I reflected: "the Himalayan ridge or Caffre bush，even the plague-cursed Guinea Coast swamp would suit him better. Well may he eschew the calm of domestic life; it is not his element: there his faculties stagnate- they cannot develop or appear to advantage. It is in scenes of strife and danger- where courage is proved，and energy exercised，and fortitude tasked- that he will speak and move，the leader and superior. A merry child would have the advantage of him on this hearth. He is right to choose a missionary"s career- I see it now."

"They are ing! they are ing!" cried Hannah，throwing open the parlour door. At the same moment old Carlo barked joyfully. Out I ran.