The Somerset CoastHarper, Charles G. (Charles George)
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The Somerset Coast
Harper, Charles G. (Charles George)
Somerset (England) -- Description and travel
“You,” said he, pointing a scornful finger at the baggy-breeched
penitent standing there, “you whom God suffered to fall, and yet of His
infinite mercy vouchsafed graciously to bring home, not only to your
country and kindred, but to the profession of your first faith and to
the Church of Sacraments again; let me say to you (but in a better hour)
as sometime Joshua to Achan: ‘Give glory to God, sing praises to Him who
hath delivered your soul from the nethermost hell.’ When I think upon
your Turkish attire, that embleme of apostacy and witness of your wofull
fall, I do remember Adam and his figge-leave breeches; they could
neither conceal his shame, nor cover his nakedness. I do think vpon
David clad in Saul’s armour and his helmet of brasse. ‘I cannot goe with
these,’ saith David. How could you hope in this unsanctified habit to
attain Heaven? How could you clad in this vnchristian weede; how could
you, but with horror and astonishment thinke on the white robe of the
innocent Martyrs which you had lost? How could you goe in these rewards
of iniquity and guerdons of apostacie? and with what face could you
behold your selfe and others? I know you were young. So was Daniel and
the three Children: so were Dioscurus the Confessor, and Ponticus, the
Martyr: adde (if you please) English Mekins, who all at fifteen yeares
of age enured manfully whatsoever the furie of the persecutors pleased
to inflict vpon them.”
The preacher then proceeded to remark:
“We are bound without failing to resist unto the death. You who
go down to the sea in ships, and occupy your business in great
waters, are reckoned by Pittacus as neither amongst the dead nor
the living. The grave is always open before your face, and only
the thickness of an inch exists between you and eternity.”
Altogether, the lot of the seafaring community was revealed to this
Minehead congregation in an entirely new light. They had never heard of
Pittacus before, and had really, you know, fancied themselves alive, and
not in the dreadful _tertium quid_ pictured by that classical
philosopher.
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