A voice within me cries, 'Go forth, Charles Honeyman, fight the
good fight; wipe the tears of the repentant sinner; sing of hope to the
agonised criminal; whisper courage, brother, courage, at the ghastly
deathbed, and strike down the infidel with the lance of evidence and the
shield of reason!' In a pecuniary point of view I am confident, nay, the
calculations may be established as irresistibly as an algebraic equation,
that I can realise, as incumbent of Lady Whittlesea's chapel, the sum of
not less than one thousand pounds per annum. Such a sum, with economy
(and without it what sum were sufficient?), will enable me to provide
amply for my wants, to discharge my obligations to you, to my sister, and
some other creditors, very, very unlike you, and to place Miss Honeyman
in a home more worthy of her than that which she now occupies, only to
vacate it at the beck of every passing stranger!
"My sister does not disapprove of my plan, into which enter some
modifications which I have not, as yet, submitted to her, being anxious
at first that they should be sanctioned by you.
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