The Minor Canon

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​⁠It was Monday, and in the afternoon, as I was walking along the High Street of Marchbury, I was met by a distinguished-looking person whom I had observed at the services in the cathedral on the previous day. Now it chanced on that Sunday that I was singing the service. Properly speaking, it was not my turn; but, as my brother minor canons were either away from Marchbury or ill in bed, I was the on