Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
“Why, partly this, sir,” said Holdenough, “although perhaps you may
make less of it than I should have thought before we met.—I was
myself—I, Nehemiah Holdenough, (he added consequentially,) was forcibly
expelled from my own pulpit, even as a man should have been thrust out
of his own house, by an alien, and an intruder—a wolf, who was not at
the trouble even to put on sheep’s clothing, but came in his native
wolfish attire of buff and bandalier, and held forth in my stead to the
people, who are to me as a flock to the lawful shepherd. It is too
true, sir—Master Mayor saw it, and strove to take such order to prevent
it as man might, though,” turning to the Mayor, “I think still you
might have striven a little more.”
“Good now, good Master Holdenough, do not let us go back on that
question,” said the Mayor. “Guy of Warwick, or Bevis of Hampton, might
do something with this generation; but truly, they are too many and too
strong for the Mayor of Woodstock.”
“I think Master Mayor speaks very good sense,” said the Colonel; “if
the Independents are not allowed to preach, I fear me they will not
fight;—and then if you were to have another rising of cavaliers?”
“There are worse folks may rise than cavaliers,” said Holdenough.
“How, sir?” replied Colonel Everard. “Let me remind you, Master
Holdenough, that is no safe language in the present state of the
nation.”
“I say,” said the Presbyterian, “there are worse folk may rise than
cavaliers; and I will prove what I say. The devil is worse than the
worst cavalier that ever drank a health, or swore an oath—and the devil
has arisen at Woodstock Lodge!”
“Ay, truly hath he,” said the Mayor, “bodily and visibly, in figure and
form—An awful time we live in!”
“Gentlemen, I really know not how I am to understand you,” said
Everard.
“Why, it was even about the devil we came to speak with you,” said the
Mayor; “but the worthy minister is always so hot upon the sectaries”—
“Which are the devil’s brats, and nearly akin to him,” said Master
Holdenough. “But true it is, that the growth of these sects has brought
up the Evil One even upon the face of the earth, to look after his own
interest, where he finds it most thriving.”
“Master Holdenough,” said the Colonel, “if you speak figuratively, I
have already told you that I have neither the means nor the skill
sufficient to temper these religious heats. But if you design to say
that there has been an actual apparition of the devil, I presume to
think that you, with your doctrine and your learning, would be a fitter
match for him than a soldier like me.”
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