Authors, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700 -- Biography; Bunyan, John, 1628-1688; Christian literature, English; Christian literature, English -- History and criticism; Puritans -- England -- Biography
It is not my province to enter into the controversy whether in public
worship a form of prayer ought to be used. Let every one be persuaded
in his own mind; but to pass a law denouncing those that refuse to use
a prescribed form as worthy of imprisonment, transportation, or death,
is an attack upon the first principles of Christianity. To punish those
who spoke irreverently of it, was almost an acknowledgment that it
would not bear investigation. To speak of the book as in his serious
judgment it deserved, was not that mark of sectarianism which Romaine
exhibited when he called the beautiful hymns of Dr. Watts, which are
used so much in public worship among Dissenters, ‘Watts’ jingle,’ and
‘Watts’ whims!’[248] No answer appears to have been published to
Bunyan’s extremely interesting volume until twelve years after the
author’s death, when a reply appeared under the title of Liturgies
Vindicated by the Dissenters, or the Lawfulness of Forms of Prayer
proved against John Bunyan and the Dissenters. 1700. This is a very
rare and curious volume. The author, as usual in such controversies,
deals wholesale in invective, and displays all the ability of a
sophist.
The Christian world is indebted to Dr. Cheever for a beautiful picture
of Bunyan’s devotional exercise in his cell. ‘It is evening; he
finishes his work, to be taken home by his dear blind child. He reads a
portion of Scripture, and, clasping her small hands in his, kneels on
the cold stone floor, and pours out his soul to God; then, with a
parting kiss, dismisses her to her mother. The rude lamp glimmers on
the table; with his Bible, pen, and paper, he writes as though joy did
make him write. His face is lighted as from the radiant jasper walls of
the celestial city. He clasps his hands, looks upward, and blesses God
for his goodness. The last you see of him—is alone, kneeling on the
prison floor; he is alone with God.’
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