Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
With the house of Lee had disappeared from the chantry of King John
others of gentle blood and honoured lineage—Freemantles, Winklecombes,
Drycotts, &c.; for the air that blew over the towers of Oxford was
unfavourable to the growth of Puritanism, which was more general in the
neighbouring counties. There were among the congregation, however, one
or two that, by their habits and demeanour, seemed country gentlemen of
consideration, and there were also present some of the notables of the
town of Woodstock, cutlers or glovers chiefly, whose skill in steel or
leather had raised them to a comfortable livelihood. These dignitaries
wore long black cloaks, plaited close at the neck, and, like peaceful
citizens, carried their Bibles and memorandum-books at their girdles,
instead of knife or sword.[1] This respectable, but least numerous part
of the audience, were such decent persons as had adopted the
Presbyterian form of faith, renouncing the liturgy and hierarchy of the
Church of England, and living under the tuition of the Rev. Nehemiah
Holdenough, much famed for the length and strength of his powers of
predication. With these grave seniors sate their goodly dames in ruff
and gorget, like the portraits which in catalogues of paintings are
designed “wife of a burgomaster;” and their pretty daughters, whose
study, like that of Chaucer’s physician, was not always in the Bible,
but who were, on the contrary, when a glance could escape the vigilance
of their honoured mothers, inattentive themselves, and the cause of
inattention in others.
[1] This custom among the Puritans is mentioned often in old plays,
and among others in the Widow of Watling Street.
But, besides these dignified persons, there were in the church a
numerous collection of the lower orders, some brought thither by
curiosity, but many of them unwashed artificers, bewildered in the
theological discussions of the time, and of as many various sects as
there are colours in the rainbow. The presumption of these learned
Thebans being in exact proportion to their ignorance, the last was
total and the first boundless. Their behaviour in the church was any
thing but reverential or edifying. Most of them affected a cynical
contempt for all that was only held sacred by human sanction—the church
was to these men but a steeple-house, the clergyman, an ordinary
person; her ordinances, dry bran and sapless pottage unfitted for the
spiritualized palates of the saints, and the prayer, an address to
Heaven, to which each acceded or not as in his too critical judgment he
conceived fit.
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