A Book of Quaker SaintsHodgkin, L. V. (Lucy Violet)
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A Book of Quaker Saints
Hodgkin, L. V. (Lucy Violet)
Society of Friends
'What a world this is,' he writes ... 'altogether carried with
fooleries and vanities both men and women ... putting on gold, gay
apparel, plaiting the hair, men and women they are powdering it,
making their backs as if they were bags of meal, and they look so
strange that they cannot look at one another. Pride hath puffed up
every one, they are out of the fear of God, men and women, young and
old, one puffs up another, they are not in the fashion of the world
else, they are not in esteem else, they shall not be respected else,
if they have not gold and silver upon their backs, or his hair be not
powdered. If he have a company of ribbons hung about his waist, red or
white, or black or yellow, and about his knees, and gets a Company in
his hat, and powders his hair, then he is a brave man, then he is
accepted, then he is no Quaker.... Likewise the women having their
gold, their spots on their faces, noses, cheeks, foreheads, having
their rings on their fingers, wearing gold, having their cuffs doubled
under and about like a butcher with white sleeves' (how pretty they
must have been!), 'having their ribbons tied about their hands, and
three or four gold laces about their clothes, "this is no Quaker," say
they.... Now are not all these that have got these ribbons hung about
their arms, backs, waists, knees, hats, hands, like unto fiddlers'
boys, and shew that you are gotten into the basest contemptible life
as be in the fashion of the fiddlers' boys and stage-players, and
quite out of the paths and steeps of solid men.... And further to get
a pair of breeches like a coat and hang them about with points up
almost to the middle, and a pair of double cuffs upon his hands, and a
feather in his cap, and to say, "Here's a gentleman, bow before him,
put off your hats, bow, get a company of fiddlers, a set of music and
women to dance, this is a brave fellow, up in the chamber without and
up in the chamber within," are these your fine Christians? "Yea," say
they. "Yea but," say the serious people, "they are not of Christ's
life." And to see such a company as are in the fashions of the world
... get a couple of bowls in their hands or tables [dice] or
shovel-board, or a horse with a Company of ribbons on his head as he
hath on his own, and a ring in his ear; and so go to horse-racing to
spoil the creature. Oh these are gentlemen, these are bred up
gentlemen! these are brave fellows and they must have their
recreation, and pleasures are lawful. These are bad Christians and
shew that they are gluttoned with the creature and then the flesh
rejoiceth!'
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