50 A FEW MEMORIES
a career, would have fallen by the way but for the helping hand of one who had trodden the same difficult path successfully. His nature was an exceptionally unselfish and loyal one, his generosity proverbial, and his cheeriness and amiability won for him the name of " Genial John." When he had gone, my solitary study began again. How painfully dull this was after a peep into the active side of an artist's life! My existence was almost that of a hermit. I saw but my own people, and only during meal-time. However, as Tennyson
" More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of;"
and prayer, aside from giving me my wish afterwards, kept me from despairing then.
One morning, on returning from the old cathedral after my daily visit, I met Dr. Griffin in front of the manager's house. Neither of us had seen Mr. Macauley since our introduction to him some months before. " Let us call and ask if he can give me a start," said I; "something tells me there may be an opportunity for a first appearance." He acceded. Mr. Macauley received us cordially, and seemed pleased and relieved when Dr. Griffin proposed his giving me a trial at his