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sublime teaching ; fret not with mean and envious spleen , that the eternal sun rolls immeasurably beyond thy worldly power ! respect thou the mirror that reflects the tempest-shaken bark of life , and the sufferings of thy Maker ' s creatures ; for we also , ' ( I do not include the dross of mortality in the text , ) ' are men of
like passions / You must remember , if possible ,, my lord , that there are high passions as well as low ones . Let mankind judge between us . The last scriptural quotation I shall presume to intrude , applies exclusively to your lordship , and was penned with prophetic inspiration for your especial behoof . ' Your riches are corrupt / although ' your garments are not moth-eaten . '
Oh ., thou cold earth!—is there no regenerant spirit for the grey haired who are in calamity ? Where are my thoughts of the sublime heavens—that seemed to descend upon the vivid fields of the primeval glories of time ? The song of creation is changed to a dirge by my deep sufferings , and fears for those I love . The fields and vallies seem no longer green , because my soul is
blighted and without mortal hope . Oh , patient flowers , mute woods , and silent-floating heavens ! how could I fill ye all with my voice of lament , and mar your beauty with a human grief ! And thou , maternal grave , I cannot sink with any comfort even into thy bed of rest , because I leave behind me a large inheritance of ruin for my children !
This vain rhapsody , my lord , is not addressed to you . It appeals only to those who know what it is to have leaden weights upon the struggling heart , and chiefly for the love they bare to others . But I will discharge what remains to me of duty . The
hour of ejection is at hand . I shall depart with my family , amidst consoling tears of many , young and old . I go hence , the trembling father ; the unconsoled , though devoted husband ; the sick , poverty-stricken outcast from his step-mother , the Established Church ; the desolate , friendless , unconquered man of God .
Exult not thou in thy palace , at my ejection from this poor curacy ; neither clap aloft the wings of thy spirit , that one , whom thou hast termed s the accuser of the brethren / is cast out from the home of his declining years , with no other roof to shelter him ! When the grave has made us equal—think of this in tliy false pride—when thy palace is levelled with its congenial dust , and tne trumpet of the great archangel pierces the empyrean ,
and echoes through the infinite remote of the sphered stars , summoning the whole human race of each long-generant world , to appear for their last account—thou shalt take thy hollow mitre before the throne of God—and I will take my heart . I remain , my Lord , With a clear and keen-felt estimate of your character as a man and a prelate , John William Two other communications which subsequently passed between
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47 $ The Curate ' s Rejoinder .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 2, 1834, page 476, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2635/page/16/
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