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and explain the grave charges thus pubhcly 

 brought against him. 



But neither did Froude obey the summons, 

 nor would he give the bishop a chance of wig- 

 ging him by attending his visitations ; so, like 

 Mahomet and the mountain, the bishop deter- 

 mined to go to him ; a course which, short of 

 legal proceedings, was the only one now open 

 to him. 



Accordingly, on a bitter winter's morning, 

 the bishop, conveyed by a post-chaise from 

 Tiverton, arrived at Knowstone vicarage, and 

 having inquired if Mr. Froude were at home, 

 was told he was, on hearing which he entered 

 the house. 



After a short delay in the cold guest-chamber, 

 the bishop was shown into another apartment, 

 where sat Mr. Froude before a comfortable 

 fire, his head muffled in flannel and his voice 

 apparently as hoarse as that of a carrion 

 crow. 



" Fve come to see you, Mr. Froude," com- 

 menced the bishop, "to inquire if " 



" Oh, yes, my lord ; 'tis cold work, sure 

 enough, travelling over our moors ; but do 'ee 

 take a glass of hot brandy-and-water, 'twill keep 

 off the shivers when nought else will." 



Then, in spite of the bishop's protestations 

 that he needed no alcohol, especially ni the 

 morning, Froude rang the bell and ordered a 



