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Chapter 7 No.7

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on, but it was no use to be there unless Lord Seely, "our cousin," were there also; and my lord our cousin would not be in town before the meeting of parliament. Thus the

away from Whitford, and accompanied the announcement with florid descriptions

stening awhile, "and will this

vague, though splendid. But of course Algy would distinguish himself. That was

don't think much o' tha

n's sons would only be too delighted to get the position of private secretary

of Mr. Algernon, whose ears he had boxed years ago, on the occasion of finding him enacting the battle of Waterloo, with a couple of schoolfellows

wild and fanciful a nature as would have astonished his most familiar fr

ured condition of

book, in which he was, not making, but reading entries, she stepped in, and began to chat; if any speech so laboriously

non, to be sure," said old Max, slowly,

elves in a false position, no doubt find it necessary to

besides being simple! He'll have to afford clothe

ton admitte

looking straight and hard into the lady's eyes. Those round orbs sust

ad idea," Mrs. Erring

ust take the first ugly

dear

yet an

us, man! of

nd a bit o' money. That

aid. "But the woman takes her husband's rank; unless," she added, correcting hers

well, that's script'ral. I have never troubled my head abou

ved as well as another to be the recipient of her talk about Algernon, which accordingly she res

wing, so it

an eminent member of Parliament; Blanche Fitzsnowdon, Judge Whitelamb's lovely niece; one of Major-General Indigo's charming girls, all of them perfect specimens of the Easter

's his career to be? He's been brought up to do nothing! It 'ud be his only chance to get hold of a wife with a bit o' money. Then he might act the gentle

ice of his lodger; and she heard him slam the little half-door, giving access to the stor

ood staring after him for some time before she was able to

to her forehead. "Really I should not wonder. There has been a great deal of preaching and screeching lately, since this Powell came; and, you know, they do say that these Ranters and Methodists sometimes go raving mad at their field-meetings and love-f

with mischievous amusement. And the notion so tickled him, that he burst

the shop, and the customers who came to buy, all suffered from the unusual exacerbation

ards thought, been sufficiently trenchant in his manner of putting down the presumptuous reprover. He blew up his wrath until it burned hot within him; and, the more so, inasmuch as he could give no vent to it in direct terms. To question and admonish was

difference between the Romish and Methodist systems that the latter could bring no physical force to bear on the refractory, there was this important point to be noted: namely, that the inquisitor might be subjected to inquisition by his flock. The priest might be made to come forth from the confessional-box, and answe

e conference was very complete. Its pernicious effects were, however, greatly kept in check by

acrifice, fervent piety, temperance, charity, were all called into play by its teachings. But so also were spiritual pride, narrow-mindedness, fanaticism,

Wesley. The grandfather was born in 1710, seven years before Wesley,

ilies have done-those parts of their kinsman's career which ran counter to the present course of their creed and conduct. For Thomas Maxfield seceded from Wesley, but the grandfather and father of Jonathan cont

t the brightness that had been. Never, perhaps, in the case of the Maxfields-a cramp-natured, harsh breed-had the fire become a hearth-g

d to him through the distorting medium of his prejudices, temper, ignorance, and the habits of a lifetime. When he did or said disagreeable things, he prided himself on doing his d

, or listening to, disagreeable things, because it is somebody else's duty to do and say them! It was n

d his daughter with more anxiety than he had ever felt about her in his life, looking to see symptoms of dejection a

sorts. Your eyes are heavy" (they were swollen with crying), "and your face is the

owned by Seth, Max

ing up quickly and eagerly. "I had a headache this morning,

ighed her down, until her father began to persuade himself that he had been mistaken, and over-anxious. She always

he had, for the first time in her life, a motive for concea

ve attained that sudden and complete regeneration of spirit which is the prime glory of Methodism. But then many good persons lived and died without attaining "assurance." Whenever Rhoda thought on the subject-which, to say the truth, was not o

ll fruit in her mind. Her father's religious teaching had the dryness of an accustomed formality to her ears. It had been poured into them before she had sense

ding against the disturbing influence of his words, as she would have pressed her fingers into h

ng away, and which she attributed to remorse for the little deceptions and concealments she practised, was occasioned almost entirely by the latent dread, lest the time should come when she should sit lonely, looking at the cold ashes of Algy's burnt-out l

w, as did nearly all Whitford by this time, that young Errington was going away; and he clearly saw that the change in Rhoda was connected with that dep

, that people like the Erringtons should seriously contemplate allying themselves by marriage with "old Max;" but that was not the worst. To the preacher's mind, the girl's position was, in the highest degree, perilous; for he conceived that what would be ac

vanity of a boy and the selfishness of a man; the mo

ling-his business in life? To save souls. He had no concern with anything else. He

social or worldly kind, were as threads of gossamer to this man whensoever t

the tents of the heathen. The pomps and vanities of this wicked world had taken hold of the old man. Satan had

from his breast the little, worn pocket-Bible, which he always carried. A bright cold moon shone in at the uncurtained window, but its beams did not suffice to enable him to read

ath no wisdom? And how hast thou ple

ered words? and whose

ak openly with Rhoda himself. He would pray and wrestle; he would argue and exho

ucceed by the mere force of his earnest eloquence, in per

d Powell believ

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