Clergy -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Religious fiction
Every thing seemed to prosper with him. The wines he ordered could
hardly be accounted dear even at the unheard-of prices he gave for them.
The beautiful creature he bought for his own riding, with just action
enough to show off his handsome figure, and not sufficient to occasion
him the least fatigue, appeared to be so born and bred on purpose for
his use, that every eye was fixed in admiration as he paced along, and
no tongue wagged to tell that while young Mowbray departed from his
father's house with ten pounds in his pocket, his stepfather's ambling
hack cost two hundred.
Every thing seemed to prosper with him. Mrs. Simpson, instead of
spoiling her fine eyes, and reducing by her secession his fair
congregation of elected saints, which he had certainly good reason to
fear, listened to his doctrine now with the same yielding obedience that
she did before; and so far was the tongue of slander from finding any
thing amiss in the frequent pastoral visits he continued to pay her,
that her credit, particularly with her tradespeople, stood higher than
ever, and her begging-boxes, and her tract-selling, and her albums,
flourished quite as well as when she believed that she and they would
ere long be translated to the Vicarage.
Of Mrs. Richards's converted daughters, little Mary was the only one who
ventured openly to declare that she thought the vicar had behaved
extremely ill; that after what she saw pass between him and sister
Louisa, it was a sin not to marry her; and that she did not think poor
Mrs. Mowbray would ever be happy with a man who was so very much in love
with another person.
But it was only little Mary who said all this, and nobody paid much
attention to it. The pious Louisa herself declared, indeed, that there
never had been any thing but the purest evangelical love between them;
and that the kiss about which silly Mary made such a fuss, was nothing
in the world but a kiss of holy peace and brotherly love.
The same eloquence which persuaded the young lady so to think, or at any
rate, so to say, persuaded her likewise, and her sister Charlotte with
her, to persevere in their avocations. They continued to compose tracts,
to get them printed and sold when they could, and to read them aloud and
give them away in manuscript when they could not. They also continued
most perseveringly to expound both tracts and Scriptures for the
edification of their very unhappy mother; who having passed the last
twenty years of her life in exerting every faculty to render them happy
around her, could not now so change her plan as to give them that
portion of her house for the display of their inspired eloquence which
she herself did not occupy--and thus she passed by far the greater
portion of every day in listening to their ceaseless assurances that the
pit of hell was yawning to receive her.
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