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ers。 Glancing over my Father's notes； I observe the ceaseless repetition of cases in which So…and…So is 'courting' Such…an…one； followed by the melancholy record that he has 'deserted' her。 In my Father's stern language； 'desertion' would very often mean no more than that the amatory pair had blamelessly changed their minds； but in some cases it meant more and worse than this。 It was a very great distress to him that sometimes the young men and women who showed the most lively interest in Scripture； and who had apparently accepted the way of salvation with the fullest intelligence； were precisely those who seemed to struggle with least success against a temptation to unchastity。 He put this down to the concentrated malignity of Satan； who directed his most poisoned darts against the fairest of the flock。
In addition to these troubles； there came recriminations； mutual charges of drunkenness in private； all sorts of petty jealousy and scandal。 There were frequent definite acts of 'back…sliding' on the part of members； who had in consequence to be 'put away'。 No one of these cases might be in itself extremely serious； but when many of them came together they seemed to indicate that the church was in an unhealthy condition。 The particulars of many of these scandals were concealed from me； but I was an adroit little pitcher； and had cultivated the art of seeming to be interested in something else； a book or a flower； while my elders were talking confidentially。 As a rule； while I would fain have acquired more details； I was fairly well…informed about the errors of the Saints； although I was often quaintly ignorant of the real nature of those errors。
Not infrequently； persons who had fallen into sin repented of it under my Father's penetrating ministrations。 They were apt in their penitence to use strange symbolic expressions。 I remember Mrs。 Pewings； our washerwoman； who had been accused of intemperance and had been suspended from communion； reappearing with a face that shone with soap and sanctification； and saying to me； 'Oh！ blessed Child； you're wonderin' to zee old Pewings here again； but He have rolled away my mountain！' For once； I was absolutely at a loss； but she meant that the Lord had removed the load of her sins； and restored her to a state of grace。
It was in consequence of these backslidings； which had become alarmingly frequent； that early in 1860 my Father determined on proclaiming a solemn fast。 He delivered one Sunday what seemed to me an awe…inspiring address； calling upon us all closely to examine our consciences； and reminding us of the appalling fate of the church of Laodicea。 He said that it was not enough to have made a satisfactory confession of faith； nor even to have sealed that confession in baptism； if we did not live up to our protestations。 Salvation； he told us； must indeed precede holiness of life； yet both are essential。 It was a dark and rainy winter morning when he made this terrible address； which frightened the congregation extremely。 When the marrow was congealed within our bones； and when the bowed heads before him； and the faintly audible sobs of the women in the background； told him that his lesson had gone home； he pronounced the keeping of a day in the following week as a fast of contrition。 'Those of you who have to pursue your daily occupations will pursue them； but sustained only by the bread of affliction and by the water of affliction。'
His influence over these gentle peasant people was certainly remarkable； for no effort was made to resist his exhortation。 It was his customary plan to stay a little while； after the morning meeting was over； and in a very affable fashion to shake hands with the Saints。 But on this occasion he stalked forth without a word； holding my hand tight until we had swept out into the street。
How the rest of the congregation kept this fast I do not know。 But it was a dreadful day for us。 I was awakened in the pitchy night to go off with my Father to the Room； where a scanty gathering held a penitential prayer…meeting。 We came home； as dawn was breaking； and in process of time sat down to breakfast； which consistedat that dismal hourof slices of dry bread and a tumbler of cold water each。 During the morning； I was not allowed to paint； or write； or withdraw to my study in the box… room。 We sat； in a state of depression not to be described； in the breakfast…room； reading books of a devotional character； with occasional wailing of some very doleful hymn。 Our midday dinner came at last； the meal was strictly confined； as before； to dry slices of the loaf and a tumbler of water。
The afternoon would have been spent as the morning was； and so my Father spent it。 But Miss Marks； seeing my white cheeks and the dark rings around my eyes； besought leave to take me out for a walk。 This was permitted； with a pledge that I should be given no species of refreshment。 Although I told Miss Marks； in the course of the walk； that I was feeling 'so leer' （our Devonshire phrase for hungry）； she dared not break her word。 Our last meal was of the former character； and the day ended by our trapesing through the wet to another prayer…meeting； whence I returned in a state bordering on collapse and was put to bed without further nourishment。 There was no great hardship in all this； I daresay； but it was certainly rigorous。 My Father took pains to see that what he had said about the bread and water of affliction was carried out in the bosom of his own family； and by no one more unflinchingly than by himself。
My attitude to other people's souls when I was out of my Father's sight was now a constant anxiety to me。 In our tattling world of small things he had extraordinary opportunities of learning how I behaved when I was away from home； I did not realize this； and I used to think his acquaintance with my deeds and words savoured almost of wizardry。 He was accustomed to urge upon me the necessity of 'speaking for Jesus in season and out of season'； and he so worked upon my feelings that I would start forth like St。 Teresa； wild for the Moors and martyrdom。 But any actual impact with persons marvelously cooled my zeal； and I should hardly ever have 'spoken' at all if it had not been for that unfortunate phrase 'out of season'。 It really seemed that one must talk of nothing else； since if an occasion was not in season it was out of season； there was no alternative； no close time for souls。
My Father was very generous。 He used to magnify any little effort that I made； with stammering tongue； to sanctify a visit； and people； I now see； were accustomed to give me a friendly lead in this direction； so that they might please him by reporting that I had 'testified' in the Lord's service。 The whole thing； however； was artificial； and was part of my Father's restless inability to let well alone。 It was not in harshness or in illnature that he worried me so much； on the contrary； it was all part of his too… anxious love。 He was in a hurry to see me become a shining light； everything that he had himself desired to be； yet with none of his shortcomings。
It was about this time that he harrowed my whole soul into painful agitation by a phrase that he let fall； without； I believe； a