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He was by no means imbued with the missionary spirit just then; his experience at Chatsea had made him pessimistic about missionary effort in the Church of England. If a man like Father Rowley had failed to win the support of his ecclesiastical superiors, Mark, who possessed more humility than is usual at twenty-one, did not fancy that he should be successful.
Osmund's Hall. When Mark had been exactly a week at Chatsea he celebrated his eighteenth birthday by writing a long letter to the Rector of Wych: St. Agnes' House, Keppel Street, Chatsea. St. Mark's Day. My dear Rector, Thank you very much for sending me the money. Poor chap, he's desperately ill with asthma, and nobody thinks he can live much longer.
We miss you greatly at Wych. Esther seems happy in her convent and will soon be clothed as a novice. When Mark read this letter, he was prompt to admit himself in the wrong; but he could not bear the least implied criticism of Father Rowley. St. Agnes' House, Keppel Street, Chatsea. Dec. 3. My dear Mr. Ogilvie,
"There's nothing for me to do this evening." "I know," Mark agreed contentedly. "I want to give you a rest for once." "Rest?" the priest echoed. "You don't seriously expect a fat man like me to sit down in an armchair and rest, do you? Besides, you've got your own reading to do, and you didn't come to Chatsea as my punkah walla."
He chose Peter, the bedrock of human nature, and to him he gave the keys of Heaven. Mark knew that somehow he must pluck up courage to ask Father Rowley to let him come and work under him at Chatsea.
There were some who even wished him to surrender the Third Altar; but in his last sermon preached on the Sunday night before he left Chatsea, he spoke to them and said: "In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.
Rowley, it would be difficult for me to express how grievously it pains me to have to seem to interfere in the slightest degree with the successful prosecution of your work among the poor of Chatsea, especially to make such interference one of the first of my actions in a new diocese; but the responsibilities of a bishop are grave.
It struck me when I was down there what awful cheek it was for me to be calmly going down to Chatsea and supposing that I had a right to go there, because I had contributed a certain amount of money belonging to my father, to help spiritually a lot of people who probably need spiritual help much less than I do myself.
Rowley, when I have a little leisure. . . . I perceive the need of making myself acquainted with every side of my new diocese a little leisure, yes . . . sometime I should like to have a long talk with you about all the details of your work at Chatsea, of which as I said Canon Whymper has spoken to me most enthusiastically.
Latterly, in fact since I left Chatsea, I've been feeling the need of a regular existence, and, though I cannot pretend that I have a vocation for the monastic life in the highest sense, I do feel that I have a vocation for the Order of St. George.
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