and seek
Him in different ways.'

'Our goal is the same!'

'Precisely; and that undeniable fact does away with the necessity of
further argument. Good-bye, Mr Baltic. I am glad to have met you;
original people always attract me,' and with a handshake and a kindly
nod the little doctor bustled off.

So, in his turn, Baltic departed from Beorminster, and lost himself in
the roaring tides of London. It is yet too early to measure the result
of his work; to prognosticate if his peculiar views will meet with a
reception likely to encourage their development into a distinct sect.
But there can be no doubt that his truth and earnestness will, some
day--and perhaps at no very distant date--meet with their reward. Every
prophet convinced of the absolute truth of his mission succeeds in
finding those to whom his particular view of the hereafter is acceptable
beyond all others. So, after all, Baltic, the untutored sailor, may
become the founder of a sect. What his particular 'ism' will be called
it is impossible to say; but taking into consideration the man's
extraordinary conception of Christianity as a punishing religion, the
motto of his new faith should certainly be '_Cernit omnia Deus vindex!_'
And Baltic can find the remark cut and dried for his quotation in the
last pages of the English dictionary.

So the story is told, the drama is played, and Bishop Pendle was well
pleased that it should be so. He had no taste for excitement or for
dramatic surprises, and was content that the moving incidents of the
last few weeks should thus end. He had been tortured sufficiently in
mind and body; he had, in Dr Graham's phrase, paid his forfeit to the
gods in expiation of a too-happy fortune, therefore he might now hope to
pass his remaining days in peace and quiet. George and Lucy were
happily married; Gabriel was close at hand to be a staff upon which he
could lean in his old age; and his beloved wife, the companion of so
many peaceful years, was still his wife, nearer and dearer than ever.

When the brides had departed with their several grooms, when the wedding
guests had scattered to the four winds of heaven, Bishop Pendle took his
wife's hand within his own, and led her into the library. Here he sat
him down by her side, and opened the Book of all books with reverential
thankfulness of soul.

'I called upon thy name, O Lord, out of the low dungeon.'

'Thou drewest near in the day that I called upon thee: thou saidst, Fear