ictory over death, shine forth,
giving their own lesson of Who hath won the victory.

We ventured to add two little windows with St. George and St.
Christopher, to show how Christ's soldiers may follow in the conquest,
treading down the dragon, and bending to the yoke of the Little Child
who leads them out of many waters.

That winter of temperance proved the fulcrum that had been wanting to
the lever of improvement. Schools of art, concerts, lectures, choir
preparation, recreation, occupation, and interests of all sorts were
vigorously devised by the two Yollands; and, moreover, the "New
Dragon's Head" and the "Genuine Dragon's Head," with sundry of their
congeners, died a natural death by inanition; so that when the winter
was over, habits had been formed, and a standard of respectability set
up, which has never entirely fallen, and a spirit which has withstood
the temptation of strikes. Of course, the world has much to do with
the tone of many. What amount of true and real religion there may be,
can only be tested by trial, and there are many who do not show any
signs of being influenced by anything more than public opinion, some
who fall below that; but, as everyone knows, the Hydriot works have
come to be not only noted for the beauty and excellence of their
execution, and the orderliness, intelligence, and sobriety of their
artisans, but for their large congregations, ample offertories, and
numerous communicants.

Of course all this would never have kept up but for the Yollands. The
Hydriots are wife, children, everything to him who is now called Vicar
of St. Christopher's, Mycening. He has refused better preferment, for
he has grown noted now, since the work that Harold had begun is still
the task he feels his charge.

And whatever is good is led by the manager of the works, whose
influence over the workmen's minds has never failed. Even when he
talked to me on that day, I thought there was a change in his tone. He
had never sneered (at least in my hearing) nor questioned other men's
faith, but when he told me of Harold his manner had something of awe,
as well as of sorrow and admiration, and I could not but think that a
sense had dawned out that the spiritual was a reality, and an absolute
power over the material.

The great simple nature that had gradually and truly undergone that
influence had been watched and studied by him, and had had its effect.
The supernatural had made itself felt, and thencef