| BOOK II. OLD AND YOUNG.
18. CHAPTER XVIII.
 (continued)"You don't set up Farebrother as a pattern of what a clergyman
 ought to be, I hope," said Mr. Larcher, the eminent carrier,
 who had just come in.  "I have no ill-will towards him, but I think
 we owe something to the public, not to speak of anything higher,
 in these appointments.  In my opinion Farebrother is too lax for
 a clergyman.  I don't wish to bring up particulars against him;
 but he will make a little attendance here go as far as he can." "And a devilish deal better than too much," said Mr. Hawley,
 whose bad language was notorious in that part of the county. 
 "Sick people can't bear so much praying and preaching. 
 And that methodistical sort of religion is bad for the spirits--
 bad for the inside, eh?" he added, turning quickly round to the four
 medical men who were assembled. But any answer was dispensed with by the entrance of three gentlemen,
 with whom there were greetings more or less cordial.  These were
 the Reverend Edward Thesiger, Rector of St. Peter's, Mr. Bulstrode,
 and our friend Mr. Brooke of Tipton, who had lately allowed himself
 to be put on the board of directors in his turn, but had never before
 attended, his attendance now being due to Mr. Bulstrode's exertions. 
 Lydgate was the only person still expected. Every one now sat down, Mr. Bulstrode presiding, pale and
 self-restrained as usual.  Mr. Thesiger, a moderate evangelical,
 wished for the appointment of his friend Mr. Tyke, a zealous
 able man, who, officiating at a chapel of ease, had not a cure
 of souls too extensive to leave him ample time for the new duty. 
 It was desirable that chaplaincies of this kind should be entered
 on with a fervent intention:  they were peculiar opportunities
 for spiritual influence; and while it was good that a salary should
 be allotted, there was the more need for scrupulous watching lest
 the office should be perverted into a mere question of salary. 
 Mr. Thesiger's manner had so much quiet propriety that objectors
 could only simmer in silence. |