The Sunday sermon was finished, and the young rector of St. Mark'sturned gladly from his study-table to the pleasant south window wherethe June roses were peeping in, and abandoned himself for a fewmoments to the feeling of relief he always experienced when his week'swork was done. To say that no secular thoughts had intruded themselvesupon the rector's mind, as he planned and wrote that sermon, would notbe true; for, though morbidly conscientious on many points andearnestly striving to be a faithful shepherd of the souls committed tohis care, Arthur Leighton possessed the natural desire that those wholistened to him should not only think well of what he taught but alsoof the form in which the teaching was presented. When he became aclergyman he did not cease to be a man, with all a man's capacity tolove and t