St. John's Gospel: " That which is born of the flesh
is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit."
In the course of his sermon he pointed out that the
unhappy prisoners in the gaol, awaiting the summons
to answer before an earthly tribunal for the evil deeds
they had committed, had been led into their present
miserable condition by the seductions of the flesh.
They had fallen into sin, he went on, by the indulgence
of their passions; they had placed no restraint upon
their animal appetites and guilty pleasures; they had
sunk gradually into crime, and had now to meet the
penalty of the law. But did no blame, he asked, attach
to those who had remained indifferent to their down-
ward course; who had never stretched forth a friendly
hand to rescue them from destruction; who had made
no effort to teach and guide in the ways of truth and
righteousness these outcasts of society were we, he
demanded, at liberty to evade our responsibility by
asking in the words of earth's first criminal, " Am I
my brother's keeper" No; it was at once our duty
and our privilege to engage in the noble work of man's
reformation-to raise the fallen, to seek out the lost,
and to restore the outcast; and this, he argued, could
only be accomplished by a widely-disseminated know-
ledge of God's truth, by patient, self-denying labour
in God's work, and by a devout dependence on God's
At the conclusion of the service the head-master
proceeded to the vestry, where the minor canons,
choristers, and lay-clerks kept their surplices. Not the
dean and chapter; they robed in the chapter-house:
and the king's scholars put on their surplices in the
school-room. The choristers followed Mr. Pye to the
vestry, Bywater entering with them. The boys
grouped themselves together: they were expecting-
to use their own expression-a row.
" Bywater, what is the meaning of this conduct"
was the master's stern demand.
" I had no surplice, sir," was Bywater's answer-
a saucy-looking boy with a red face, who had a pro
pensity for getting into ' rows,' and, consequently,
" No surplice !" repeated Mr. Pye-for the like