The Story of a Peninsular Veteran: Sergeant in the Forty-Third Light Infantry, during the Peninsular WarAnonymous
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The Story of a Peninsular Veteran: Sergeant in the Forty-Third Light Infantry, during the Peninsular War
Anonymous
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Personal narratives, British
In cathedral services, one is used, when the reverend
Dean ascends the pulpit, to observe a handsome quarto
manuscript, enveloped in a cover of clerical jet, nicely
squared, and paged to prevent mistake, which is safely
pressed upon the cushion, and containing in characters so
legible as to defy mistake the approaching lesson of instruction.
On the occasion to which I now refer, these preparations
were dispensed with. The good pastor began his
discourse without the least hesitation; and being a man of
pleasing address, and of distinct, though not very powerful
voice, the attention of an overflowing audience was
immediately arrested. After several introductory observations,
of somewhat discursive tendency, he applied himself
to the explication of the passage chosen for the occasion;
and never in my life was I more surprised. The remarks
made seemed as if directly levelled at myself, not recollecting
that, as all have sinned alike, so all are to be saved
through one Mediator. I had imagined that the workings
241of my mind were necessarily secret, and was sure the
preacher knew nothing either of my life or creed. I therefore
strove to elude the unexpected application of unwelcome
truth; but the thing was impossible; there was no
getting away from the searching pursuit of the speaker.
He traced the half-awakened sinner through all the lanes
and by-paths of subterfuge to which the pride of human
nature is so prone, and having concentrated his energy, at
once assaulted the conscience and convicted the heart. He
then entered, with such minuteness, into my condition;
gave such an account of the causes and cure of my uneasiness;
hit upon my general train of thought and reasoning
with nicety so miraculous; anticipated, and then overthrew
my doubts with such force; guarded the moral law
with penalties so terrific; and depicted the wide waste of
human transgression with a pencil so true, that all my
resources vanished. What was also wonderful, he entered
into and conducted the discussion with such earnestness, as
clearly proved the deep interest he took in the matter. No
legal pleader, however magnificent the expected fee, ever
took more pains to prove his point. The observations contained
in the body of the discourse were acute, and to me
original; from some of them, native corruption naturally
recoiled; but before the mind had time to gather up itself,
and put on the show of defence, he advanced some powerful
scriptural quotation, so perfectly apposite and conclusive
that all resistance was vain. Nor was I less delighted with
the trouble he took to make himself understood; not that his
enunciation was defective, or his style obscure or far-fetched,
but, afraid lest the least portion of his meaning should be
misapprehended, he placed himself, as it were, in different
positions, from which he took varied and delightful views
of several cardinal points of gospel truth; so that in the
collected light, thus produced, it was next to impossible for
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