"You survive here in a Christian land, in possession of your
faculties; the world, it is true, has but few pleasures to offer
you--all the better for you. Oh, if I could but make that as plain to
you as it is to me. You have every encouragement to look for happiness
there, where alone it is to be found. Then courage, corporal; you
stood firm at Corunna--do not give way in this your last and most
glorious battle. The stake is greater than it was at Vittoria, or
Salamanca, or Corunna, or Waterloo. The eternal welfare of a single
human soul weighs a thousand times more than all the crowns and
empires in the globe. You are in danger, sir. Discontent is a great
enemy of the soul. You must pray against it--you must fight against
it."

"And so I will, sir; you see if I don't."

"You read, Mr. Giles?" Susan had told Mr. Eden his name at the
threshold.

"Yes, sir; but I can't abide them nasty little prints they bring me."

"Of course you can't. Printed to sell, not to read, eh? Here is a
book. The type is large, clear and sharp. This is an order-book,
corporal. It comes from the great Captain of our salvation. Every
sentence in it is gold; yet I think I may safely pick out a few for
your especial use at present." And Mr. Eden sat down, and producing
from his side pockets, which were very profound, some long thin slips
of paper, he rapidly turned the leaves of the Testament and inserted
his markers; but this occupation did not for a moment interrupt his
other proceedings.