England -- Social conditions -- 19th century -- Fiction; Working class -- Fiction
"Will no one say he is sorry for what was an idle trick, but very wrong
when you ought to be thinking how you would be giving yourselves up to
God?"
They stood like stocks, and Captain Carbonel said, "Has no one the grace
to regret a very improper and thoughtless action?"
Still no one moved.
"Then," said the clergyman, "there is no choice left to me. It would be
profanation to take persons in such a mood to make vows, and kneel to
receive God's grace, which they evidently make light of. Whoever will
not come and apologise must go home."
There was no movement among the white round frocks. Boys are like
sheep: what one does, the others do, and few are to be found to stand
alone. Mr Harford looked anxiously at Johnnie Hewlett and one or two
more, from whom he expected better things, but they only looked down,
with their hands in their pockets and sullen faces; and Captain Carbonel
held up his watch to show that they should all be too late. There was
nothing to be done but to return to their seats, and urge the post-boy
to hurry on.
The bells of Poppleby church might ring merrily, but the heart of the
curate was very heavy with the questions--whether this misfortune could
be owing to his not having impressed the lads enough while preparing
them, or to his having been too hasty and peremptory in his indignation.
Captain Carbonel said they were such intolerable louts that to
disappoint them was all the better, and they would know how to present
themselves more seriously another time, but Mr Harford much doubted
whether they would ever present themselves again.
"It would just be mockery for them to make the vow," said the captain.
"Ah! they miss the grace," said the curate.
Harriet Allen was crying all through the time of the Confirmation when
she perceived that her brother's head was not among the boys. Indeed
the only male candidate from Uphill was Will Cox, who had gone with his
cousins from Downhill. Most of the boys were glad to have got off
making the vow, for, in spite of all Mr Harford's teaching, there were
some who still believed that they would take all their god-parents' sins
upon them, or, at any rate, that they should feel more bound to take
heed to their ways.
Johnnie Hewlett indeed was sorry when he went home to his aunt, and had
to tell her why he had not been confirmed after all.
"Oh, Johnnie, Johnnie, you didn't go for to upset the maids?"
"I? No. I was at the bottom of the hill with Harry Coles."
"Then why couldn't you have said so?" He hung his head and twisted his
hands. "Oh, Johnnie, what was it? Was it only the going along with the
others?"
Still he made no reply, but Judith saw in his face that this was the
reason.
"Oh, my boy! To think that you did not feel that God's blessing and
grace were worth standing out for against a lot of idle chaps; and now
you won't be able to take the Sacrament!"
"Father never would let I," returned the boy.
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