Clergy -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Religious fiction
"I have overheard painful comparisons, Miss Torrington, between times
past and present, and I am sorry for it. I really would not willingly
add to the sorrow and suffering my race has brought upon you. Do not go
and sit by yourself and weep till you are sick, as I have done many's
the time and oft. Let us take a very slow ramble into that very thickest
part of the Reverend Mr. Cartwright's shrubbery, where the sun never
enters--shall we? We are quite fine enough for such godly people,
without any more dressing for dinner. So we can sit in the shade till
the last bell rings."
"I should like nothing so well," replied Rosalind: and hastily skirting
the sunny lawn, they took their stations on a seat which the morning sun
visited as if on purpose to prevent its being dark and damp, but which
for the rest of the twenty-four hours remained almost as cool as if
there were no such globe in the heavens.
"We are growing very seriously gay, Rosalind,--are we not?" said
Henrietta in a lighter tone than she usually indulged in. "Fancy-fairs
used to be the exclusive property of the worldlings; but it seems that
we are now to come in for a share of their fraudulent charity,--and
their vain benevolence:--not a bad pun that, Rosalind, if I had but
intended to make one? But do tell me if you do not think Mr. Cartwright
has a magnificent taste?"
"Very--for a person who professes himself so given to the contemplation
of things above the world. But to tell you the truth, Henrietta, I am
much less surprised at the vain-glorious manner in which he displays
his newly-acquired riches, than at the continuance of his saintly
professions. I expected that the Vicarage of Wrexhill would have been
resigned, and all the world peaceably permitted to be just as wicked as
they liked, without Mr. Cartwright of Cartwright Park giving himself the
least trouble concerning it."
"You little know the nature of the clique to which he belongs. That they
value pleasure fully as much as other men, is quite certain; that they
struggle for riches with anxiety as acute, and hold it with a grasp as
tight, as any human beings can do, it were equally impossible to doubt:
but that power is dearer to them than either, is a truth well known to
all who have sat within the conventicle, and watched its professors, as
I have done."
"But how can a man so addicted to self-indulgence, as it is evident Mr.
Cartwright is, endure the sort of trouble which the charge of a living
must inevitably bring with it?--especially in the style so universally
practised, I believe, by all serious ministers--that of interfering with
the affairs of every individual in their parish."
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