Laicus; Or, the Experiences of a Layman in a Country Parish.Abbott, Lyman
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Laicus; Or, the Experiences of a Layman in a Country Parish.
Abbott, Lyman
Christian fiction; New York (State) -- Fiction; Parishes -- Fiction
Upon this there was an informal expression of opinion all round the
Board. Mr. Wheaton led the way. He had no doubt on the subject. We
must have a minister, a good minister, a live, wide-awake, practical
man. Such men were in demand. If one could not be got for $1,200, we
must pay $1,500. That was the way in which he managed railroads; and
business was business, whether in church or railroad. Not pretending
to be a saint, he naturally took a worldly view of the matter; but
he at least tried to conduct worldly matters on equitable
principles. It was certainly true that the laborer was worthy of his
hire.
So, in substance, said James Wheaton, Esq., Chairman Board of
Trustees, etc., etc.; and so, in substance, said they all. Even Mr.
Hardcap acquiesced, though with a mild protest against modern
extravagance.
"Well, gentlemen," said Mr. Wheaton, "this is just what I expected;
yes, let me say, just what I was sure of. In fact, I told Mr. Laicus
he might depend on having $1,500 a year; but he was not satisfied
with my assurance-he wanted yours. I hope he is satisfied."
"Excuse me," said I, "if I seem unreasonable, but I am not
satisfied; and I should certainly have been so with Mr. Wheaton's
assurance. I never doubted that he was good for $1,500 a year. But,
in dealing with a church board, to be frank, I want to know where
the money is coming from. Pray, Mr. Treasurer, what was our income
last year?"
The Treasurer murmured something about not having his accounts.
"In round numbers," said I.
"Between fourteen and fifteen hundred dollars."
"And our expenses?"
"Not far from eighteen hundred dollars."
"And, pray, how," continued I, "was the deficit made up?"
A part, it appears, was made up by a special subscription, and a
part is still due as floating debt, and part went in to increase the
mortgage. Perhaps I would remember the meeting in the fall at Mr.
Wheaton's house.
I did remember it very well. But I was anxious that the other
gentlemen should not forget it.
"And now, gentlemen," said I, "you propose to add three hundred
dollars to that annual deficit. Where is the money to come from?"
There was a momentary silence. The question was evidently a new one.
Apparently not a member of the Board had considered it. At length
one gentleman suggested that we must raise the pew rents. This
brought an indignant protest from Deacon Goodsole, who is a strong
advocate of the free-pew system.
"Never," said he, "with my consent. Any pew-rent is bad enough.
Trafficking in the Gospel is abominable at best. It shuts out the
poor. Worse than that, it shuts out the godless, the irreligious,
the profane--the very men we want to catch. The pew-rents are too
high now. We must not raise them."
The Treasurer also added a mild protest. The pew-holders would not
stand it.
"What do you say, Mr. Wheaton?" said I.
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