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r and my Mother； the sects were walking in the light； wherever they differed from them； they had slipped more or less definitely into a penumbra of their own making； a darkness into which neither of my parents would follow them。 Hence； by a process of selection； my Father and my Mother alike had gradually； without violence； found themselves shut outside all Protestant communions； and at last they met only with a few extreme Calvinists like themselves； on terms of what may almost be called negation with no priest； no ritual； no festivals； no ornament of any kind； nothing but the Lord's Supper and the exposition of Holy Scripture drawing these austere spirits into any sort of cohesion。 They called themselves 'the Brethren'； simply； a title enlarged by the world outside into 'Plymouth Brethren'。
It was accident and similarity which brought my parents together at these meetings of the Brethren。 Each was lonely； each was poor； each was accustomed to a strenuous intellectual self… support。 He was nearly thirty…eight； she was past forty…two； when they married。 From a suburban lodging； he brought her home to his mother's little house in the northeast of London without a single day's honeymoon。 My Father was a zoologist； and a writer of books on natural history； my Mother also was a writer； author already of two slender volumes of religious versethe earlier of which； I know not how； must have enjoyed some slight success； since a second edition was printedafterwards she devoted her pen to popular works of edification。 But how infinitely removed in their aims； their habits； their ambitions from 'literary' people of the present day； words are scarcely adequate to describe。 Neither knew nor cared about any manifestation of current literature。 For each there had been no poet later than Byron； and neither had read a romance since； in childhood； they had dipped into the Waverley Novels as they appeared in succession。 For each the various forms of imaginative and scientific literature were merely means of improvement and profit； which kept the student 'out of the world'； gave him full employment； and enabled him to maintain himself。 But pleasure was found nowhere but in the Word of God； and to the endless discussion of the Scriptures each hurried when the day's work was over。
In this strange household the advent of a child was not welcomed； but was borne with resignation。 The event was thus recorded in my Father's diary：
E。 delivered of a son。 Received green swallow from Jamaica。
This entry has caused amusement； as showing that he was as much interested in the bird as in the boy。 But this does not follow； what the wording exemplifies is my Father's extreme punctilio。 The green swallow arrived later in the day than the son； and the earlier visitor was therefore recorded first； my Father was scrupulous in every species of arrangement。
Long afterwards； my Father told me that my Mother suffered much in giving birth to me； and that； uttering no cry； I appeared to be dead。 I was laid； with scant care； on another bed in the room； while all anxiety and attention were concentrated on my Mother。 An old woman who happened to be there； and who was unemployed； turned her thoughts to me； and tried to awake in me a spark of vitality。 She succeeded； and she was afterwards complimented by the doctor on her cleverness。 My Father could notwhen he told me the storyrecollect the name of my preserver。 I have often longed to know who she was。 For all the rapture of life； for all its turmoils； its anxious desires； its manifold pleasures； and even for its sorrow and suffering； I bless and praise that anonymous old lady from the bottom of my heart。
It was six weeks before my Mother was able to leave her room。 The occasion was made a solemn one； and was attended by a species of Churching。 Mr Balfour； a valued minister of the denomination； held a private service in the parlour； and 'prayed for our child； that he may be the Lord's'。 This was the opening act of that 'dedication' which was never henceforward forgotten； and of which the following pages will endeavour to describe the results。 Around my tender and unconscious spirit was flung the luminous web； the light and elastic but impermeable veil； which it was hoped would keep me 'unspotted from the world'。
Until this time my Father's mother had lived in the house and taken the domestic charges of it on her own shoulders。 She now consented to leave us to ourselves。 There is no question that her exodus was a relief to my Mother； since my paternal grandmother was a strong and masterful woman； buxom； choleric and practical； for whom the interests of the mind did not exist。 Her daughter… in…law； gentle as she was； and ethereal in manner and appearance… …strangely contrasted （no doubt）； in her tinctures of gold hair and white skin； with my grandmother's bold carnations and black tresseswas yet possessed of a will like tempered steel。 They were better friends apart； with my grandmother lodged hard by； in a bright room； her household gods and bits of excellent eighteenth…century furniture around her； her miniatures and sparkling china arranged on shelves。
Left to my Mother's sole care； I became the centre of her solicitude。 But there mingled with those happy animal instincts which sustain the strength and patience of every human mother and were fully present with herthere mingled with these certain spiritual determinations which can be but rare。 They are； in their outline； I suppose； vaguely common to many religious mothers； but there are few indeed who fill up the sketch with so firm a detail as she did。 Once again I am indebted to her secret notes； in a little locked volume； seen until now； nearly sixty years later； by no eye save her own。 Thus she wrote when I was two months old：
'We have given him to the Lord； and we trust that He will really manifest him to be His own； if he grow up； and if the Lord take him early； we will not doubt that he is taken to Himself。 Only； if it please the Lord to take him； I do trust we may be spared seeing him suffering in lingering illness and much pain。 But in this as in all things His will is better than what we can choose。 Whether his life be prolonged or not； it has already been a blessing to us； and to the saints； in leading us to much prayer； and bringing us into varied need and some trial。
The last sentence is somewhat obscure to me。 How； at that tender age； I contrived to be a blessing 'to the saints' may surprise others and puzzles myself。 But 'the saints' was the habitual term by which were indicated the friends who met on Sunday mornings for Holy Communion； and at many other tunes in the week for prayer and discussion of the Scriptures； in the small hired hall at Hackney； which my parents attended。 I suppose that the solemn dedication of me to the Lord； which was repeated in public in my Mother's arms； being by no means a usual or familiar ceremony even among the Brethren； created a certain curiosity and fervour in the immediate services； or was imagined so to do by the fond； partial heart of my Mother。 She； however； who had been so much isolated； now made the care of her child an excuse for retiring still further into silence。 With those religious persons