Edward Hoare, M.A.: A record of his life based upon a brief autobiography — John Shaqi
Edward Hoare, M.A.: A record of his life based upon a brief autobiographyHoare, Edward
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Edward Hoare, M.A.: A record of his life based upon a brief autobiography
Hoare, Edward
Church of England -- Clergy -- Biography; Hoare, E. (Edward), 1812-1894
That was the last time I ever spoke to dear Robert Peck. He went out
again in command of his large fishing boat, and early in the following
week I heard that his boat had been found bottom upward. It was my
solemn duty to walk through the village, where, everybody being so awed
by what had happened, no one spoke a word, to go up to that cottage to
tell the poor woman her husband and her son were gone. As I went up the
alley where she lived, I heard voices in one of the cottages; turning in,
I found some Christian friends assembled there, praying for the poor
bereaved woman. I then went into her cottage, and I suppose she read in
my face what had happened, and she said to me, ere I could open my lips,
“Then they are both lost?” Then she added: “‘A bruised reed shall He not
break, and the smoking flax shall He not quench.’ These were the last
words that Robert spoke to me—and I am sure the Lord will never fail me!”
Oh that every young curate had the opportunity of learning as much from
his Rector, and his Rector’s family, as I did from Mr. and Mrs.
Cunningham! I do not hesitate to say that their example, and the
blessing which God gave to their ministry, have given character to the
whole of my own ministry for the last fifty-two years.
These were not the only advantages I enjoyed in Pakefield, for I was
within easy reach of Earlham, the seat of my dear Uncle Joseph John
Gurney. He was a very remarkable man, and his home was one of the most
charming homes in England. He used to collect there many of the most
distinguished men of the day. Nothing could be more delightful than the
great gatherings under his hospitable roof on the occasion of the Norwich
Meetings which were held every autumn.
I had a horse at that time which taught me a great lesson in practical
life. It was a splendid trotter, but pulled like a steam-engine if I
pulled against it; but if I treated it gently and with confidence it was
as gentle as a lamb. How often have I seen the same effect produced
amongst mankind! Try to force them, and they resist; deal gently with
them, and they will be your most active and kindest helpers. So I used
as often as possible to ride over to Earlham.
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