Part 6 (2/2)
”That I will begin and study the history of my Church. I am ashamed to say I know nothing about it.”
”And I say that I will look into Methodism a little. John Wesley, as a man, has always possessed a great attraction to me. It was a pity he left the Church.”
”But he never did leave it. Just as St. Peter and St. Paul and St.
John went up to the temple at Jerusalem to pray, so Wesley, until the very last, frequented the Church ordinances. I think he was really a very High-Churchman. He was even prejudiced against Presbyterians; and a very careless reader of his works must see that he was deeply impressed with the importance of Episcopacy, and that he regarded it as an apostolic inst.i.tution. If he were to return to this world again, he would undoubtedly give in his members.h.i.+p to the American Methodist Episcopal Church.”
”But remember how he countenanced field-preaching and religious services without forms.”
”Do you think it a sin to save souls out of church? Don't you think the Sermon on the Mount a very fair precedent in favor of field-preaching?”
”Miss Fontaine, you argue like a woman. That question is not in logical sequence. Here come Mr. Fontaine and the squire. I hope some other time you will allow me to resume this conversation.”
The squire's face brightened when he saw the rector. ”A 'good-evening,'
parson. Thou thought I'd be in a bit o' trouble to-night, didn't ta?”
”I knew your kind heart, squire, and that it would be sad for Martha and Ben Craven to-night.”
”Ay, to be sure.” He had clasped Phyllis's hand in one of his own, and turned round with the party; as he did so, drawing the rector's attention by a significant glance to Elizabeth, who had fallen behind with Richard.
”I am very glad if that is the case, squire.”
”Ay, it pleases me, too. But about poor Martha, hev you seen her?”
”She wishes to be alone.”
”And no wonder. I'm sure I don't know whativer must be done.”
”Perhaps the queen will have mercy.”
”Mercy! He'll get a life sentence, if that is mercy. Hanging isn't any better than its called, I'll be bound; but if I was Ben, I'd a-deal rather be hung, and done wi' it. That I would!”
”I think Ben Craven will yet be proved innocent. His mother is sure of it, uncle.”
”That's t' way wi' a mother. You can't make 'em understand--they will hang on.”
”Yes,” said the rector. ”Mother-love almost sees miracles.”
”Mother-love _does_ see miracles,” answered Phyllis. ”The mother of Moses would 'hang on,' as uncle defines it, and she saw a miracle of salvation. So did the Shunammite mother, and the Syro-phoenician mother, and millions of mothers before and since. Just as long as Martha hopes, I shall hope; and just as long as Martha prays, she will hope.”
”Does ta think Martha can pray against t' English Const.i.tution?”
”I heard the rector praying against the atmospheric laws last Sunday, and you said every word after him, uncle. When you prayed for fine weather to get the hay in, did you expect it in spite of all the conditions against it--falling barometer, gathering clouds? If you did, you were expecting a miracle.”
”Ay, I told t' beadle, mysen, that there wasn't a bit o' good praying for fine weather as long as t' wind kept i' such a contrary quarter; and it's like enough to rain to-night again, and heigh, for sure! its begun mizzling. We'll hev to step clever, or we'll be wet before we reach t' hall.”
The rector smiled at the squire's unconscious statement of his own position; but the rain was not to be disregarded, and, indeed, before they reached shelter the ladies' dresses were wet through, and there was so many evidences of a storm that the rector determined to stay all night with his friends. When Elizabeth and Phyllis came down in dry clothing, they found a wood fire crackling upon the hearth, and a servant laying the table for supper.
”Elizabeth, let's hev that round o' spiced beef, and some cold chicken, and a bit o' raspberry tart, and some clouted cream, if there's owt o' t' sort in t' b.u.t.tery. There's nothing like a bit o' good eating, if there's owt wrong wi' you.”
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