Chapter 2
THE MINISTER’S HOME.Sore have I panted at the sun’s decline,
To pass with him into the crimson West,
And see the peoples of the evening.
Edwin Arnold.
The Reverend Cecil Grey,—for such was our young minister’s
name,—proceeded immediately after the service to his home. Before
we cross its threshold with him, let us pause for a moment to look
back over his past life.
Born in New England, he first received from his father, who was
a fine scholar, a careful home training, and was then sent to
England to complete his education. At Magdalen College, Oxford, he
spent six years. Time passed very happily with him in the quiet
cloisters of that most beautiful of English colleges, with its
memories of Pole and Rupert, and the more courtly traditions of the
state that Ri
