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The Imperialist by Sara Jeannette Duncan
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part of it, thought of him confidently as a "dependance,"
saw him among the future elders and office-bearers of
the congregation, a man who would be punctual with his
pew-rent, sage in his judgements, and whose views upon
church attendance would be extended to his family.

So the two came, contemporaries, to add their labour and
their lives to the building of this little outpost of
Empire. It was the frankest transfer, without thought of
return; they were there to spend and be spent within the
circumference of the spot they had chosen, with no ambition
beyond. In the course of nature, even their bones and
their memories would enter into the fabric. The new
country filled their eyes; the new town was their
opportunity, its destiny their fate. They were altogether
occupied with its affairs, and the affairs of the growing
Dominion, yet obscure in the heart of each of them ran
the undercurrent of the old allegiance. They had gone
the length of their tether, but the tether was always
there. Thus, before a congregation that always stood in
the early days, had the minister every Sunday morning
for thirty years besought the Almighty, with ardour and
humility, on behalf of the Royal Family. It came in the
long prayer, about the middle. Not in the perfunctory
words of a ritual, but in the language of his choice,
which varied according to what he believed to be the
spiritual needs of the reigning House, and was at one
period, touching certain of its members, though respectful,
extremely candid. The General Assembly of the Church of
Scotland, "now in session," also--was it ever forgotten
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