twenty at the time of his graduation.

He was a man of noble presence always, and now, in the grandeur of his
flowing silver hair and with the gray shaggy brows overhanging his serene
and solemn eyes, with the slow gravity of motion and the measured dignity
of speech which gave him the air of an old pontiff, he was an imposing
personage to look upon, and could be awful, if the occasion demanded it.
His creed was of the sternest: he was looked up to as a bulwark against
all the laxities which threatened New England theology. But it was a
creed rather of the study and of the pulpit than of every-day application
among his neighbors. He dealt too much in the lofty abstractions which
had always such fascinations for the higher class of New England divines,
to busy himself as much as he might have done with the spiritual
condition of individuals. He had also a good deal in him of what he used
to call the Old Man, which, as he confessed, he had never succeeded in
putting off,--meaning thereby certain qualities belonging to humanity, as
much as the natural gifts of the dumb creatures belong to them, and
tending to make a man beloved by his weak and erring fellow-mortals.

In the olden time he would have lived and died king of his parish,
monarch, by Divine right, as the noblest, grandest, wisest of all that
made up the little nation within hearing of his meeting-house bell. But
Young Calvinism has less reverence and more love of novelty than its
forefathers. It wants change, and it loves young blood. Polyandry is
getting to be the normal condition of the Church; and about the time a
man is becoming a little overripe for the livelier human sentiments, he
may be pretty sure the women are looking round to find him a colleague.
In this way it was that the Rev. Joseph Bellamy Stoker became the
colleague of the Rev. Eliphalet Pemberton.

If one could have dived deep below all the Christian graces--the charity,
the sweetness of disposition, the humility--of Father Pemberton, he would
have found a small remnant of the "Old Man," as the good clergyman would
have called it, which was never in harmony with the Rev. Mr. Stoker. The
younger divine felt his importance, and made his venerable colleague feel
that he felt it. Father Pemberton had a fair chance at rainy Sundays and
hot summer-afternoon services; but the junior pushed him aside without
ceremony whenever he thought there was like to be a good show in the
pews. As for thos