Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. MT DUTY TOWARDS MY NEIGHBOUR. Man is but mortal, so we cannot be surprised at the Reverend Charles Glebeley having his weak points, the worst of which points was one much wanting in sharpness?in fact, the point must have been quite turned, for the Hector had a bad habit of giving way before any one who withstood him. People who knew his good heart always ended in giving him their love .or respect, according to their character, and thought none the less of the quiet old gentleman because he had generally two or three seed-packets sticking out of his pockets, or a necklace of matting, for tying plants, round his neck; and they even dealt very leniently with him when that awkward little accident occurred in the pulpit one Sunday afternoon, and woke up ChurchwardenVaughan with such a start. People smiled, and talked of it for a week or two, and of course afterwards kept it cut and dry as a standing joke about Parson ?but they liked him none the less. The little mishap occurred one afternoon when he was preaching, and had grown very earnest over his sermon. The weather was warm; the church was warm; the rector was warm, and the people very sleepy?when, after rounding a very sounding period, he sharply drew forth his pocket- handkerchief to wipe his brow; but, alack! 'twas the wrong one, and contained full half-a-pint of a very choice kind of pea, which he kept picking as they ripened, to save for next year and from his enemies, the sparrows. Fitter?patter?petillato went the peas, as they were scattered far and wide over the little church, while the bulk came down like a dried shower-bath upon the head of Squire Vaughan, who started up from slumber, shouting, Con? when he recollected himself and sat down again, blushing as red as the Rector, who didthe...