The Broken Font: A Story of the Civil War, Vol. 2 (of 2)Sherer, Moyle
History
The Broken Font: A Story of the Civil War, Vol. 2 (of 2)
Sherer, Moyle
Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction
These few words of the honest and faithful Peter gave Martin a rude
but strong outline of all that had been lately passing at home; and it
was easy for him to fill in, from the fancy, a picture of the present
state of England, by considering the evils to which his own parents
had been exposed. As he saw in the person of his own father a pious
son of the church, a true patriot, and a loyal subject, trampled under
foot by a tyrannous parliament, degraded from his holy office, and
ejected from his own house, he felt a deep thankfulness for the
providential ordering that had kept him away from England at a moment
of excitement when, unsuspicious of the real aim and tendency of many
of the measures of Parliament, he should probably have joined their
banners. He was now plainly called to a very different course; and, as
there he sat in the presence of his parents, his resolution was
silently taken to share the fortunes of the royal army. These things
swept across his mind swiftly, and gave no interruption to the glad
flow of his spirits, as, sitting once again at table with a father and
a mother, he took his cheerful meal, replying to all the questions
they asked, and relating to them such passages of his travels and
adventures as he thought might gratify or divert them.
When, however, his mother had retired, Martin questioned his father,
with not a little anxiety, about the part which his brother had taken,
and about the present condition of some of those families and friends
whom he had hoped to have met again in happy intercourse. The answers
to these inquiries did for the most part convey pain. His brother, it
seemed, was among those devout but sincere enthusiasts, who, offended
with certain faults in the government of the church, and certain
scandals in unworthy individuals among the clergy, desired a severe
purification of the Establishment, and in their zeal for rooting out
the tares, were destroying the wheat with them. Upon this subject old
Noble was very mournful. He had been himself an epistle known and read
of all men:--his life was so pure and exemplary--his habits so
quiet--his pursuits so innocent--his teaching so plain and
faithful--and his attention to the spiritual wants and the temporal
necessities of his flock so constant and tender--that such of the
neighbouring clergy as led less creditable lives had long regarded him
as a Puritan. The worldly, to whom all tests were indifferent, and who
were ready to embrace any profession of faith, and submit to any
novelties, whether of doctrine or of discipline, necessary, by present
law, to preserve their incomes in peace, had fully reckoned on the
sheltering support of his name. But, to the surprize of all, save the
few who knew him intimately, he was found, in the hour of trial, in
that humble and hallowed band which took cheerfully the spoiling of
their goods for conscience-sake. It was past midnight before Martin
and his father parted. In a small upper room, which took the shape of
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