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knew that the condition of their Bishop was no 

 better than their own. 



The settlement of Bishop Quarter reminds us 

 of a husbandman going upon a new and uncultivated 

 farm, with very limited resources and a full-grown 

 family, and where there is no dwelling and but a 

 few implements of husbandry. There is stir and 

 bustle and confusion and effort, to build here, — to 

 clear there, — to plant in another place. By and by 

 the farm-house will be reared, the farm in a high 

 state of cultivation, and well stocked; the fields will 

 soon contribute their rich and abundant harvest, the 

 family will quietly enjoy the fruits of their former 

 industry, and comfort and happiness will reign around 

 the mansion. If the thought that he may not live 

 to reap the fruits of his toil should flit across the 

 father's mind, he does not on that account relax his 

 efforts; but he labours on for his children's sake; 

 for his posterity. In imagination he sees them 

 dwelling amid plenty, when his resting place is in 

 the wet earth beneath the green sod. 



The people were the children of Bishop Quarter; 

 and though he might not live to gather the rich 

 harvest from the seed he had sown, he yet did not 

 cease to scatter that seed with a full hand; but he 

 saw his children happy and enjoying the full benefits 

 of their holy faith, their children growing up in 

 virtue and innocence; — the fruit watered copiously 

 by the stream "flowing fast by the oracle of God," 

 and he saw too the angels gathering up the immense 



