Christian fiction; Wingfold, Thomas (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
it honesty?--if so, how dishonest had he not hitherto been?--was it
diffidence?--if so, how presumptuous his position in that church!--this
nondescript something seemed to raise a “viewless obstruction” in his
throat, and, having thus rendered him the first moment incapable
of speaking out like a man, had taught him the next--had it?--to
quibble--“like a priest” the lawyer-fellow would doubtless have said! He
must go home and study Paley--or perhaps Butler’s Analogy--he owed the
church something, and ought to be able to strike a blow for her. Or
would not Leighton be better? Or a more modern writer--say Neander, or
Coleridge, or perhaps Dr. Liddon? There were thousands able to fit
him out for the silencing of such foolish men as this Bascombe of the
shirt-front!
Wingfold found himself filled with contempt, but the next moment was
not sure whether this Bascombe or one Wingfold were the more legitimate
object of it. One thing was undeniable--his friends HAD put him into the
priest’s office, and he had yielded to go, that he might eat a piece
of bread. He had no love for it except by fits, when the beauty of an
anthem, or the composition of a collect, awoke in him a faint consenting
admiration, or a weak, responsive sympathy. Did he not, indeed,
sometimes despise himself, and that pretty heartily, for earning his
bread by work which any pious old woman could do better than he? True,
he attended to his duties; not merely “did church,” but his endeavour
also that all things should be done decently and in order. All the
same it remained a fact that if Barrister Bascombe were to stand up and
assert in full congregation--as no doubt he was perfectly prepared to
do--that there was no God anywhere in the universe, the Rev. Thomas
Wingfold could not, on the church’s part, prove to anybody that there
was;--dared not, indeed, so certain would he be of discomfiture, advance
a single argument on his side of the question. Was it even HIS side of
the question? Could he say he believed there was a God? Or was not this
all he knew--that there was a church of England, which paid him
for reading public prayers to a God in whom the congregation--and
himself--were supposed by some to believe, by others, Bascombe, for
instance, not?
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