A Book of Quaker SaintsHodgkin, L. V. (Lucy Violet)
Religion
A Book of Quaker Saints
Hodgkin, L. V. (Lucy Violet)
Society of Friends
surely tell me what has befallen the members of my household, who are
likewise members of your flock?'
But the Priest's face was even gloomier than that of the other
gentlemen. In the fewest possible words, but with stinging emphasis,
he told the Judge that the news was indeed too true; his wife and
young family, yea, and even the household servants had, one and all,
been bewitched.
At this the Judge thought his wisest course was to laugh. 'Nay, nay,
good friends,' he said, 'that is too much! I know my wife. I trust her
good sense utterly. Still it is possible for even the wisest of women
to lose her judgment at times. But as for my trusty steward Thomas
Salthouse, the steadiest man I have ever had in my employ, if even old
Nick himself has managed to bewitch him, he must be a cleverer devil
than I thought.'
Then drawing himself up proudly he added, 'So now, Gentlemen, I will
thank you to submit to me your evidence for these incredible and
baseless allegations.' Priest Lampitt hastened to explain. He spoke
with due respect of Mistress Fell, his 'honoured neighbour,' as he
called her. ''Tis her well-known kindness of heart that hath led her
astray. She hath warmed a snake in her bosom, a wandering Quaker
Preacher, who hath beguiled and corrupted both herself and her
household.'
'A wandering, Ranting Quaker entertained in my house, during my
absence!' Judge Fell had an even temper, but the rising flush on his
forehead betokened the effort with which he kept his anger under
control. 'I thank ye, gentles, for your news. My wife and I have ever
right gladly given food and lodging to all true servants of the Lord,
but I will not have any Quakers or Ranters creeping into my house
during my absence and nesting there, to set abroad such tales as ye
have hastened to spread before me this day. Even the wisest woman is
but a woman still, and the sooner I reach home the better.' So saying
he raised his hat, and set spurs to his horse. But little Mr. Justice
Sawrey, edging out of the group officiously, set spurs to his own
horse and trotted after him. Laying a restraining hand on his fellow
Justice's bridle, 'One moment more!' he entreated. ''Tis best you
should know all ere you return. Not only at Swarthmoor, at Ulverston
church also, hath this pestilential fellow caused a disturbance. It
was on the Saturday that he arrived at Swarthmoor Hall, and violently
brawled with our good Friend Lampitt during Mistress Fell's absence
from home.'
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