ly and train his workers.

'Music, it seems, is to be a great feature in the future. I have my own
projects as to this part of the business, which, however, I forbid you
to guess at.

'By the rules of the Brotherhood, every member is bound to some work in
connection with it during the year, but little or much, as he or she is
able. And every meeting, every undertaking of whatever kind, opens with
the special "word" or formula of the society, "This do in remembrance of
Me."'

* * * * *

'January 6.

'Besides the Sunday lectures, Elsmere is pegging away on Saturday
evenings at "The History of the Moral Life in Man." It is a remarkable
course, and very largely attended by people of all sorts. He tries to
make it an exposition of the leading principles of the new movement, of
"that continuous and only revelation of God in life and nature," which
is in reality the basis of his whole thought. By the way, the letters
that are pouring in upon him from all parts are extraordinary. They show
an amount and degree of interest in ideas of the kind which are
surprising to a Laodicean like me. But he is not surprised--says he
always expected it--and that there are thousands who only want a
rallying-point.

'His personal effect, the love that is felt for him, the passion and
energy of the nature--never has our generation seen anything to equal
it. As you perceive, I am reduced to taking it all seriously, and don't
know what to make of him or myself.

'_She_, poor soul! is now always with him, comes down with him day after
day, and works away. She no more believes in his _ideas_, I think, than
she ever did; but all her antagonism is gone. In the midst of the stir
about him her face often haunts me. It has changed lately; she is no
longer a young woman, but so refined, so spiritual!

'But he is ailing and fragile. _There_ is the one cloud on a scene that
fills me with increasing wonder and reverence.'

CHAPTER L

One cold Sunday afternoon in January, Flaxman, descending the steps of
the New Brotherhood, was overtaken by a young Dr. Edmondson, an able
young physician, just set up for himself as a consultant, who had only
lately attached himself to Elsmere, and was now helping him with
eagerness to organise a dispensary. Young Edmondson and Flaxman
exchanged a few words on Elsmere's lecture, and then the doctor said
abruptly,--

'I don't like his looks nor his voice. How long has he