The Revolution in Tanner's LaneWhite, William Hale
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The Revolution in Tanner's Lane
White, William Hale
England -- Fiction; Religious fiction
What are the consequences of not obeying this Divine law? You will not
be struck dead nor excommunicated, you will be simply _disappointed_.
Your burnt offering will receive no answer; you will not be blessed
through it; you will come to see that you have been pouring forth your
treasure, and something worse, your heart’s blood—not the blood of
cattle—before that which is no God—a nothing, in fact. ‘Vanity of
vanities,’ you will cry, ‘all is vanity.’ My young friends, young men
and young women, you are particularly prone to go wrong in this matter.
You not only lay your possessions but yourselves on altars by the
roadside.”
It was the first time George had ever heard anything from any public
speaker which came home to him, and he wondered if Mr. Bradshaw knew his
history. He interpreted the discourse after his own way, and Priscilla
was ever before him.
They came back to the little house, and sat down to dinner in the little
front room. There were portraits on the walls—nothing else but
portraits—and the collection at first sight was inconsistent. Major
Cartwright was still there; there were also Byron, Bunyan, Scott, Paine,
Burns, Mr. Bradshaw, and Rousseau. It was closely expressive of its
owners. Zachariah and Pauline were private persons; they were, happily
for them, committed to nothing, and were not subsidised by their
reputations to defend a system. They were consequently free to think at
large, and if they admired both Bunyan and Rousseau, they were at liberty
to do so. Zachariah, in a measure, and a very large measure, had
remained faithful to his earliest beliefs—who is there that does not?—and
although they had been modified, they were still there; and he listened
to Mr. Bradshaw with the faith of thirty years ago. He also believed in
a good many things he had learned without him, and perhaps the old and
the new were not so discordant as at first sight they might have seemed
to be. He was not, in fact, despite all his love of logic, the “yes _or_
no” from which most people cannot escape, but a “yes _and_ no”; not
immorally and through lack of resolution, but by reason of an original
receptivity and the circumstances of his training. If he had been merely
a student the case would have been different but he was not a student.
He was a journeyman printer; and hard work has a tendency to demolish the
distinctions of dialectics. He had also been to school outside his shop,
and had learned many lessons, often confusing and apparently
contradictory. Blanketeer marches; his first wife; the workhouse
imprisonment; his second wife; the little Pauline had each come to him
with its own special message, and the net result was a character, but a
character disappointing to persons who prefer men and women of linear
magnitude to those of three dimensions.
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