Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"You are then an Independent preacher?" I asked.
"I am called to preach the Gospel of Christ," he replied, "and God hath
so blessed me, that I, who was a vile sinner, have been able to point a
great multitude to the Lamb of God which taketh away the sins of the
world."
I do not know why it was, but although my father had not influenced me
to lean either towards the Episcopal Church or towards the Dissenters, I
felt prejudiced against him. I determined therefore that nothing should
induce me to sleep at his house, and when we presently reached _The
Bull_, and I found the place given over to drinking and revelry even as
he had said, I persisted in having the room offered to me.
"Perhaps we shall meet again, young master," he said, as he walked away.
"God hath a purpose in bringing people together, and although when I
went out this evening to speak words of comfort to a sick member of my
flock, I had no premonition that I should meet you, yet I believe God
had a purpose in it, for truly I can see that thou art not far from the
Kingdom."
It was some time before I was able to obtain an ostler to feed and groom
my horse; at length, however, I succeeded in so doing by the promise of
extra payment, and then having satisfied myself on this score, I found
my way to the inn again, in the hope of supper. But in this I found
great difficulty. Drink was plentiful enough, but something to eat was a
different matter. Every one in the house seemed too busy in supplying
drink to those who came hither to drink the king's health to be able to
care aught for the needs of a traveller such as myself. At length,
however, I obtained some boiled beef and bread, and with this I had to
be content, and after partaking thereof I found my way into a room where
I was told the people of quality had congregated.
Little notice was taken of my coming, until it became known that I had
come from London town, after which I became a person of great
importance, and was plied with many questions. These I answered freely
enough. First because my answers could arouse no suspicion, and second
because I thought I should thereby lead my questioners to talk about the
woman who was imprisoned at Bedford Gaol. In this I found I had
conjectured rightly, and when, presently, I found that one of those who
talked with me was no less a person than the governor of the gaol, I
rejoiced greatly that I had not accepted the hospitality of Master John
Bunyan.
"Ah, but it is a feather in my cap," said this man, whose name I found
to be John Sturgeon, "and I doubt not that when all the happenings reach
the king's ears he will be mightily pleased with me."
I saw that he had been drinking freely, and that he weighed not his
words. Moreover, he seemed to be a man of choleric temper, and did not
brook opposition from any one.
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