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We will now take our godly man of latter days. He shall no longer be a wool-carder, for such are not now men of mark. We will suppose him to be one of the best of the goodone who has lacked no opportunities. Our old friend was, after all, but illiterate; our modern friend shall be a man educated in all seemly knowledge; he shall, in short, be that blessed beinga clergyman of the Church of England! And now, in what perfectest manner does he in this lower world get his godlike work done and put out of hand? Heavens! in the strangest of manners. Oh, my brother! in a manner not at all to be believed but by the most minute testimony of eyesight. He does it by the magnitude of his appetiteby the power of his gorge; his only occupation is to swallow the bread prepared with so much anxious care for these impoverished carders of woolthat, and to sing indifferently through his nose once in the week some psalm more or less longthe shorter the better, we should be inclined to say. Oh, my civilised friends!great Britons that never will be slaves, men advanced to infinite state of freedom and knowledge of good and eviltell me, will you, what becoming monument you will erect to an highly- educated clergyman of the Church of England? Bold certainly thought that his friend would not like that: he could not conceive anything that he would like less than this. To what a world of toil and trouble, had he, Bold, given rise by his indiscreet attack upon the hospital! You see, said Towers, that this affair has been much talked of, and the public are with you. I am sorry you should give the matter up. Have you seen the first number of the Almshouse? No; Bold had not seen the Almshouse. He had seen advertisements of Mr. Popular Sentiments new novel of that name, but had in no way connected it with Barchester Hospital, and had never thought a moment on the subject. Its a direct attack on the whole system, said Towers. Itll go a long way to put down Rochester, and Barchester, and Dulwich, and St. Cross, and all such hotbeds of peculation. Its very clear that Sentiment has been down to Barchester, and got up the whole story there; indeed, I thought he must have had it all from you, its very well done, as youll see: his first numbers always are. Bold declared that Mr. Sentiment had got nothing from him, and that he was deeply grieved to find that the case had become so notorious. The fire has gone too far to be quenched, said Towers; the building must go now; and as the timbers are all rotten, why, I should be inclined to say, the sooner the better. I expected to see you get some éclat in the matter. This was all wormwood to Bold. He had done enough to make his friend the warden miserable for life, and had then backed out just when the success of his project was sufficient to make the question one of real interest. How weakly he had managed his business! he had already done the harm, and then stayed his hand when the good which he had in view was to be commenced. How delightful would it have been to have employed all his energy in such a causeto have been backed by the Jupiter, and written up to by two of the most popular authors of the day! The idea opened a view into the very world in which he wished to live. To what might it not have given rise? what delightful intimacieswhat public praiseto what Athenian banquets and rich flavour of Attic salt? This, however, was now past hope. He had pledged himself to abandon the cause; and could he have forgotten the pledge, he had gone too far to retreat. He was now, this moment, sitting in Tom Towers room with the object of deprecating any further articles in the Jupiter, and, greatly as he disliked the job, his petition to that effect must be made. I couldnt continue it, said he, because I found I was in the wrong. |
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