e honors of the insular decrees. The ceremony was not an imposing one. Few of the native population witnessed it. The Manxman did not love the Ch

edge of the father implied a limitation of the respect due to the son. "What's his family?" would be asked again and again across the hearth t

d, and his lips were sucked inward as if he rolled a delectable morsel on his tongue. Archdeacon Teare was conscious of the close fire of his son-in-law's gaze, and after the installation was done, and the clergy tha

ibly, and said, "I'm not

eacon, with elevated

will be no more tears, Archdeacon," said Thor

na to nurse the Bishop's child, and to put him to bed in his new home. "Och, as sweet a baby boy as any on the island, I'll go bail, as the old body said," said Kerry, and the Bishop patted her arm with a gentle familiarity. He went up to the little room where the child lay asleep,

one of his own family. Gilcrist smiled, and responded in few words. He did not deceive himself; his eyes were open. He knew that Thorkell had not been so anxious to make him a Bishop as t

uare mile of glebe, as fallow as the rough top of the mountains. The money value of this bishopric was rather less than ￡500 a year, but out of this income he set to work to fence and drain his

ot. The journey to Douglas he called crossing the Pyrenees; and he likened the toilsome tramp across the heavy Curraghs from Bishop's Court to Ki

e against the contraband trade, and refused communion to those who followed it. "Och, terrible, wonderful hard on the poor

s home, which was the schoolhouse also, was too remote for the convenience of the children. "So we beseech your Lordships," said little Jabez, who was spokesman, "to allow us a fit person to discharge the office, and with submission we will recommend one." The Bishop took in the situation at a glance; Jabez's last words had let the cat out of the bag, and it could not be said to be a Manx cat, for it had a most prodigious tail. Next day the Bishop went to the school, examined master and scholars, then called the petitioners together, and said, "I find that James Quirk is qualified to tea

the woman, being penniless and appalled at the disgrace before her, had fled from the island. The Archdeacon had learned her whereabouts in England, and had written to the minister of the place to acquaint him that she was under the Church's censure. The minister, on his part, had laid before her the terror of her position if she died out of communion with God's people. She resisted all appeals until her time came, and then, in her travail, the force of the idea had worked upon her, and she could resist

e full facts of the woman's case, and comprehended the terr

on who had nursed him affectionately. This seemed to the Bishop to be contrary to natural piety, and in the exercise of his authority he appointed the son an executor with the others. Quayle the younger lived, as we shall see, to return evil for the Bishop's good. A rich man of bad repute, Thormod Mylechreest, died intestate, leaving an illegitimate son. The Bishop ordered the ordinary

faith in the people by allowing a voluntary oath as evidence, and this made false swearing a terror. Except in the degree of sup

gularity of religious observance, was not long in finding out that Bishop's Court had awakened from its protracted sleep. The Bishop had been abroad for his morning's ramble, a

nty that's there to take the edge off your sto

, boy-the narves-and a drop of the rael stuff is worth a Jew's

illy-aw well,

ishop's ear in a loud roystering l

Bishop's Court. The old dog's head hung low, his battered hat was over his e

live, my man?" a

I've had terrible little but a bit o' barley

id the Bishop; "but mind you cal

ot into his head, and from laughing he went on to swearing, and thence to fighting, until the innkeeper turned him out into the road, where, under the weight of his measure of corn taken in solution, Billy sank into a dead slumber. The Bishop chanced to take an evening walk that day, and he found his poor penisioner,

y. It became a jest that the Bishop kept the beggars from eve

s pensioners with notes of their circumstances. He knew all the bits of family history-when

er his arrival in his Patmos, he wanted a cloak, and sent for Jabez Gawne, the sleek little fox who had been spokesman for the conspirators against James Quirk, the schoolmaster. Jabez had cut out the cloak, and was preparing it for a truly gorgeous adorn

buttonmakers and their families if eve

so, J

ould be star

say so

y Lord,

all over, Jabez,

that interview, and went awa

and he'll come ag

d have his buttons in his bree

that had been too much for his head. This was no less a catastrophe than a general famine. It came upon the island in the second year of the Bishop's residence, and was the cause of many changes. One of the changes was

f the Isle. This disheartened the farmers, who lost all interest in agriculture, let their lands lie fallow, and turned to the only other industry in which they had an interest, the

grip of their necessity the Bishop sent round a pastoral letter to his clergy, saying that he had eight hundred bushels of wheat, barley, and oats more than his household required. Then there came from the north and the south, the east and the west, long, straggling troops of buyers with little or no money to buy, and Bishop's Court was turned into a public market. The Bishop sold to those who

ndred other bushels: wheat at ten shillings, barley at six shillings, and oats at four shillings, and sold them at h

next annual revenue. A week of weary waiting ensued, and every day the Bishop cheered the haggard folk that came to Bishop's Court with accounts of the provisions that were coming; and every day they went up on to the head of the hill, and strained their bleared eyes seaward for the sails of an English ship. When patience was worn to despair, the old "King Orry" brought the Bishop

old men. With parched meadows and Curraghs, where the turf was so dry that it would take fire from the sun, the broad tops of the furze-covered hills were the sole resource of the poor. At daybreak the shepherd with his six ewe lambs and one goat, and the

to the glen beyond Ballaugh, and then turn up toward the mountains by the cart track. The people who were grazing their cattle on the hills came down and gathered with the people of the valleys at the foot, and there were dark faces and firm-set lips among them, and hot words and deep oaths were heard. "Let's off to the Bishop," said one, and then went to Bishop's Court. Half an hour later the Bis

and his nostrils quivered. "Can any man lend m

. He stepped to the cart and ripped up the harness, which was rope harness, the shafts

you live

," said the man, t

e leather harn

aggled company following him, the cart lyi

e Deemster and their associates stretching the chain in the purple distance

s to-day; the harness of your cart has been cut, a

his fists and stamped his foot on the turf, and looke

his shall suffer. Don't let him deceive himself-no one, not even the Bish

en said, "Thorkell, the Bishop will not i

the Deemster, and his eye trav

ard. "I am that man," he said, a

een his shoulders, his manner grew dogged, h

nd he stretched his arm toward the broad blue line to the west. "They belong to God and to the poor. Let me warn you, si

n confusion, and the mountai

d weather at Douglas Harbor. "And a terrible wonderful sight of corn, plenty for all, plenty, plenty," was the word that went round. In three

sell, sell,

s not mine. I'm a poor man

yin', 'When one poor man helps

ship's side, and tried

and it all at Whiteha

looked into each other's eyes in their impotent rage. "The hunger is on us-we can't starv

r island unless God averts his awful judgments, only God himself can know; but this goo

own on their knees on the quay the people with famished faces fell around the tall, drooping figure of the man of God, and

ed on the master to sell. He was powerless. Then the Bishop walked over his "Pyrenees," and saw that the food for which his people hungered was perishing before their eyes. When the master said "No" to him, as to others, he remembered how in old time David, being a

shouts were heard; what tears rolle

Bishop. "Bring the mar

e master's report. Then the master and crew were liberated, and the Bishop paid the ship's freight out of his own purse. When he passed through the mar

the opening spring the mackerel nets came back to the boats in shining si

nt in the hour of light and peace. That hoary old dog, Billy the Gawk, took his knife and scratched "B

quare tower of the church of the market-place, and when he saw the Bishop pass under him h

by at that moment, and for love of the child's happy face the B

es to his eyes, and answered with a c

the Bishop. "I do not doubt that you

He needed all his strength and all his te