“I think they are more nearly ready than ever before. They have made their influence more surely felt during the last twenty years than at any other time since the formation of the present British Constitution. And this has naturally aroused the antagonism of the opposing powers, who do nothing but sneer at the development of the Christian conscience in politics; but the result will be that those who are for righteousness will ignore their minor differences, and stand together in this contest.”
“If they do, the right will be victorious. Scourby means to lead the way,” said Dr. Stapleton. “There is not, I think, the least fear that Mr. Lavender will be returned again. The people have learned their lesson thoroughly.”
“I think so, though it remains to be seen.”
“I did not tell you, Felix,” said the doctor, addressing his brother, “that I had the pleasure of making one of a deputation from all the religious societies of the town, to urge Mr. Whitwell to allow himself to be nominated.”
“I am glad to hear it. I need not ask whether you were successful, because the feeling is strong that no man who is solicited by the united churches can do other than accept the honour and responsibility.”
“That is my own feeling,” said Mr. Whitwell. “But for this I should certainly have declined, for I have no wish whatever to enter Parliament; but I think in the present crisis every man should put his patriotism before his own wishes or convenience.”
“And in your case there can be no doubt of victory.”
“I am not sure. I believe it will certainly be a hard fight.”
“I hope every man will vote. There ought to be a law to compel him to do so,” said Dr. Stapleton.
“What!” cried his brother, “do you want to still further curtail the liberty of the subject?”