ndered about like a lost and starving dog。 In crossing a field； I saw the church spire before me： I hastened towards it。 Near the churchyard； and in the middle of a garden； stood a well…built though small house； which I had no doubt was the parsonage。 I remembered that strangers who arrive at a place where they have no friends； and who want employment； sometimes apply to the clergyman for introduction and aid。 It is the clergyman’s function to help—at least with advice— those who wished to help themselves。 I seemed to have something like a right to seek counsel here。 Renewing then my courage； and gathering my feeble remains of strength； I pushed on。 I reached the ho