Trimblerigg : $b A book of revelationHousman, Laurence
Religion
Trimblerigg : $b A book of revelation
Housman, Laurence
Clergy -- Fiction; Romans à clef; Satire
Lay-preaching and the ministry of the Word ran strong in the
Trimblerigg family, also in that of the Hubbacks, to which on his
mother’s side Jonathan belonged; and had he cared to divide himself
spiritually among his relations there were five sects from which to
choose--a division of creeds which did not amount to much, except
in the case of the True Believers. Grandfather Hubback, between
whom and Uncle Phineas there was theological war, ministered to
the Free Evangelicals at the Bethesda which Jonathan had helped to
renovate; Uncle James was a Primitive Brother; Uncle Jonah a First
Resurrectionist; his Sunday exercise--the practising of the Last
Trump--a welcome relief perhaps, from his weekday occupation of
undertaker. Mr. Trimblerigg, during his childhood, had sat under all
of them; the difference being that under his Uncle Phineas he had been
made to sit. Then came the question of his own call to the ministry,
and the further question as to ways and means. It was from then on that
Mr. Trimblerigg went more constantly and willingly to hear the doctrine
of the True Believers, and began to display towards it something wider
than an open mind. At the age of fifteen he had got into the habit of
going to see and hear his uncle on weekdays as well, and very quietly
he would endure for hours together while the old man expounded his
unchangeable theology.
Everything about Uncle Phineas was long, including his discourses. He
had a long head, a long nose, a long upper lip and a long chin. To
these his beard served as a corrective; long also, it stuck out at
right angles from his face, till with the weight of its projection it
began to droop; at that point he trimmed it hard and square, making no
compromise, and if none admired it except its owner, it was at least
in character. With such a beard you could not kiss people, and Phineas
Trimblerigg was not of a mind to kiss anybody. In spite of old age, it
retained a hue which suggested a too hasty breakfast of under-boiled
egg; while trying to become grey it remained reminiscently golden.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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