indeed, I never come to Castell On except on important Church matters,
and I never have much time on my hands. You will find that to be your
own case, young man, when you have fully entered upon your clerical
duties. The Church in Wales is no longer asleep, and she no longer
lets her clergy sleep. I hope it is not with the idea that you will
gain repose and rest that you have entered her service, for if it is
you will be disappointed."

"Certainly not, sir," answered Will; "my greatest desire is a sphere in
which I can use my energies in the services of the Church. I don't
want rest, I want work."

"That being so," said the Dr., "we must see that you get it. I have no
doubt with those feelings and intentions you will get on. You will
take your degree, I suppose, before leaving college?"

"I hope so," said Will, modestly; "that is my wish."

"Your sister Ann," inquired his uncle at last, "how is she? And your
eldest brother? Turned out badly, didn't he?"

"Well," said Will, "he is of a roving disposition, certainly; but that
is all. My sister is quite well."

He intentionally left unmentioned the fact of her marriage, but the
vicar, whose blunt, honest nature never thought of concealment,
imparted the information at once.

"She was married about a month ago, and I should think has every
prospect of happiness."

"Married! Ah, indeed! To whom? A farmer, I suppose?"

"No; to the minister of the Methodist Chapel at Penmorien. A very fine
fellow, and one of the best scholars in the county. You know his
'Meini Gobaith,' published about a year ago?"

"Oh, is that the man?" said the doctor. "Ts! ts! you have left a nest
of Dissenters, William. I am glad you have escaped."

"Yes," said Will, laughing; "a nest of Dissenters, certainly."

"Well," said the vicar, "you owe a great deal to Gwilym Morris. You
would never have begun your college career on such good standing had it
not been for him. In fact, you have had exceptional advantages."

"Yes," said Will; "he is a splendid teacher, and a good man."

"Well, well," said his uncle, "let the superstructure be good, and the
foundation will soon be forgotten."

"A good man's silent influence is a very solid foundation to build
upon, whatever denomination he may belong to," said the vicar.

"Oh, certainly, certainly," agreed Dr. Owen. "My carriage is at The
Bear; perhaps you will walk down with me, both of you?"

"Of course, of course," said Mr.