The Shepherd of Salisbury Plain, and Other TalesMore, Hannah
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The Shepherd of Salisbury Plain, and Other Tales
More, Hannah
Christian life -- Fiction; Conduct of life -- Fiction; Short stories
About this time he got hold of a famous little book, written by the
NEW PHILOSOPHER, whose pestilent doctrines have gone about seeking
whom they may destroy; these doctrines found a ready entrance into
Mr. Fantom's mind; a mind at once shallow and inquisitive,
speculative and vain, ambitious and dissatisfied. As almost every
book was new to him, he fell into the common error of those who
begin to read late in life--that of thinking that what he did not
know himself, was equally new to others; and he was apt to fancy
that he and the author he was reading were the only two people in
the world who knew any thing. This book led to the grand discovery;
he had now found what his heart panted after--a way to _distinguish
himself_. To start out a full grown philosopher at once, to be wise
without education, to dispute without learning, and to make
proselytes without argument, was a short cut to fame, which well
suited his vanity and his ignorance. He rejoiced that he had been so
clever as to examine for himself, pitied his friends who took things
upon trust, and was resolved to assert the freedom of his own mind.
To a man fond of bold novelties and daring paradoxes, solid argument
would be flat, and truth would be dull, merely because it is not
new. Mr. Fantom believed, not in proportion to the strength of the
evidence, but to the impudence of the assertion. The trampling on
holy ground with dirty shoes, the smearing the sanctuary with filth
and mire, the calling prophets and apostles by the most scurrilous
names was new, and dashing, and dazzling. Mr. Fantom, now being set
free from the chains of slavery and superstition, was resolved to
show his zeal in the usual way, by trying to free others; but it
would have hurt his vanity had he known that he was the convert of a
man who had written only for the vulgar, who had _invented_ nothing,
no, not even one idea of original wickedness; but who had stooped to
rake up out of the kennel of infidelity, all the loathsome dregs and
offal dirt, which politer unbelievers had thrown away as too gross
and offensive for the better bred readers.
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