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nor nfced I . But , Stivers ! are you tliit man . Yes , impossible as it seems , born of a tender , a loving , a believing ^ he . . true woman in woman ' s deepest truth : whose heart
'burst under her son's image : Death , and death only , wrung it from her . O Italy I Italy ! thou indeed can ' st rear such men ; I never thought thou coiildst turn us into them . Adieu , John Stivers ! and for ever .
MR STIVERS TO MR HOMFRAY . How now , Sir Isaac ! on the high horse , aye ! Mind you , I am neither cub nor colt , neither fox nor badger ; no stewing or roasting me . I thought you told me you were not found fit to be a preacher ,
though your father was one . But what could I expect ? You turned tail against your religion * Catch me at that , if you can , and then say , Jack Stivers is a rascal . You were born a Presbyterian ; bad enough : but an honest man never abandons his church , be it what it may
be * Anything in the world is better than a turn-coat and a ruw ~ at ~ gate . * Let a man stick -. > to ' - 'hi& religion , good , bad , or indifferent : let him stick to it to the last rag , tho' the devil ' r run aboard and over haul it . But if a man gives up his religion , at least lei him have the decency not to take another :
Just as if he leaves his wife * let him keep . clear of another man ' s . Can you deny that I have seen you in church ? at least going in ; for I could not bear the sight of such iniquity , and went
another way . Cannot you , in God ' s name , let my poor mother rest in her grave ? Do you pretend to be better than I am ? Did I ever run away from home , packing off to an old dowager ' s for protection , because I doubted of this , or doubted of that ? Such were your reasons , and not because
w your father made you read seven hours in the day . They might have been good books ; and good books like good wood are hard to saw thro ' , and have never had much of my goose grease upon 'em : but I would rather read good books than leave my father ' s roof . Poor man ! I pity him .
Prayers thrice a day are sickening things enough in all conscience , but long graces beat them hollow . . for who the deuce can fall asleep with hot meat before him ? Who would ? I am fair enough in stating all this . Now * if you could not swallow these at
eighteen , when the swallow is limberer , how do you think I am to swallow your preachment at UVenty-five ? I wash ' my hands of you , and return you the basin . Your ' s , J . J . Stivers , Secretary &c « &c .
• Sjo spelled by Mr Stivers , but not by Dootor Johnson .
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High and Low Life in Italy . 333
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 1, 1837, page 333, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1837/page/37/
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