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Chapter six of Janet's repentance from scenes of clerical life by George Eliot this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by bruce pirie chapter 6 most people must have agreed with mrs. Rainer that the confirmation that day was a pretty sight at least when those slight girlish forms and fair young faces moved in a white rivulet along the aisles and flowed into kneeling semicircles under the light of the great chancel window softened by patches of dark old painted glass and one would think that to look on while a pair of venerable hands pressed such young heads and a venerable face looked upward for a blessing on them would be very likely to make the heart swell gently and to moisten the eyes yet I remember the eyes seemed very dry in Milby church that day notwithstanding that too the bishop was an old man and probably venerable for though he was not an eminent Grecian he was the brother of a Whig Lord and I think the eyes must have remained dry because he had small delicate womanish hands adorned with ruffles and instead of laying them on the girls heads just let them hover over each in quick succession as if it were not ethical to touch them and as if the laying on of hands were like of a theatrical embrace part of the play and not to be really believed in to be sure there were a great many heads and the bishops time was limited moreover a Whig can under no circumstances be effecting except in rare cases of illusion and copious lawns leaves cannot be expected to go directly to any hard to accept a washerwoman's I know Ned Phipps who knelt against me and I am sure made me behave much worse than I should have done without him whispered that he thought the bishop was a guy and I certainly remember thinking that mr. Prendergast looked much more dignified with his plain white surplice and black hair he was a tall commanding man and read the liturgy in a strikingly sonorous and uniform voice which I tried to imitate to the next Sunday at home until my little sister began to cry and said I was your aim at her mr. Tryon sat in a pew near the pulpit with several other clergymen he looked pale and rubbed his hand over his face and pushed back his hair oftener than usual standing in the eye all close to him and repeating the responses with edifying loudness was mr. bud churchwarden and delicate with a white staff in his hand and a backward bend of his small head and person such as I suppose he considered suitable to a friend of sound religion conspicuous in the gallery too was the tall figure of mr. Dempster whose professional applications rarely allowed him to occupy his place at church there's Dempster said mrs. Linnet to her daughter Mary looking more respectable than usual I declare he's got a fine speech by heart to make to the bishop I'll answer for it but he'll be pretty well sprinkled with snuff before service is over and the bishop won't be able to listen to him for sneezing that's one comfort at length the last stage in the long ceremony was over the large assembly streamed warm and weary into the open afternoon sunshine and the bishop retired to the parsonage where after honoring mrs. Cruz collation he was to give audience to the delegates and mr. Tryon on the great question of the evening lecture between five and six o'clock the parsonage was once more as quiet as usual under the shadow of its tall Elms and the only traces of the bishops recent presence there were the wheel marks on the gravel and the long table with its garnished dishes awry its damask sprinkled with crumbs and its decanters without their stoppers mr. Crewe was already calmly smoking his pipe in the opposite sitting-room and Janet was agreeing with mrs. Crewe that some of the blancmange will be a nice thing to take to Sally Martin while the little old lady herself had a spoon in her hand ready to gather the crumbs into a plate that she might scatter them on the gravel for the little birds before that time of the bishops carriage had been seen driving through the High Street on its way to Lord Trafford where he was to dine the question of the lecture was decided then the nature of the decision may be gathered from the following conversation which took place in the bar of the red lion that evening so you're done a tempter was mr. pilgrims observation uttered with some gusto he was not glad mr. Tryon had gained his point but he was not sorry Dempster was disappointed done sir not at all it is what I anticipated I knew we had nothing else to expect in these days when the church is infested by a set of men who are only fit to give out hymns from an empty cask to tunes set by a journeyman cobbler but I was not the last to exert myself in the cause of sound churchmen ship for the good of the town any coward can fight a battle when he's sure of winning but give me the man who has plucked to fight when he's sure of losing that's my way sir and many victories worse than a defeat as mr. Tryon shall learn to his cost he must be a poor shoe per any ated sort of the bishop that's my opinion said mr. Tomlinson to go along with a sneaking Methodist like Tryon and for my part I think we should be as well without bishops if they're no wiser than that where is the use of having thousands a year and living in the palace if they don't stick to the church no their you're going out of your depth Tomlinson said Mr Dempster no one shall hear me say a word against Episcopacy it is a safeguard of the church we must have ranks and dignities there as well as everywhere else no sir the Episcopal see is a good thing but it may happen that a bishop is not a good thing just as brandy is a good thing though this particular brandy is British and tastes like sugar drain water caught down the chimney here Ratcliffe let me have something to drink a little less like a decoction of sugar and soot I said nothing again Episcopacy returned mr. Tomlinson I only said as I thought we should do as well without bishops and I'll say it again for the matter of that bishops never brought any grist to my mill do you know when the lectures are to begin said mr. pilgrim they are to begin on Sunday next said Mr Dempster in a significant tone but I think it will not take a long sighted prophet to foresee the end of them it strikes me as mr. Tryon will be looking out for another curacy shortly he'll not get many mill be people to go and hear his lectures after a while I'll bet agin he observed mr. bud I know I'll not keep a single workmen on my ground who either goes to the lecturer himself or lets anybody belonging to him go nor me neither said mr. Tomlinson no try and I shall touch a sack or drive a wagon of mine that you may depend on and I know more besides me as are the same mind try'n has a good many friends in the town though and friends that are likely to stand by him too said mr. pilgrim I would say it would be as well to let him in his lectures alone if he goes on preaching as he does with such a constitution as his he'll get her relaxed throat by-and-by and you'll be rid of him without any trouble will not allow him to do himself that injury said Mr Dempster since his health is not good will persuade him to try change of air depend upon it he'll find the climate of Mill be too hot for him end of chapter 6 of Janet's repentance Chapter seven of Janet's repentance from scenes of clerical life by George Eliot this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by bruce pirie chapter 7 mr. Dempster did not stay long at the Red Lion that evening he was summoned home to meet mr. Armstrong a wealthy client and as he was kept in consultation till a late hour it happened that this was one of the nights on which mr. Dempster went to bed tolerably sober thus the day which had been one of Janet's happiest because it had been spent by her in helping her dear old friend mrs. crew ended for her with unusual quietude and as a bright sunset promises a fair morning so a calm lying down is a good augury for a calm waking mr. Dempster on the Thursday morning was in one of his best humors and though perhaps some of the good humour might result from the prospect of a lucrative and exciting bit of business in mr. Armstrong's probable lawsuit the greater part of it was doubtless dear to those stirrings of the more kindly healthy sap of human feeling by which goodness tries to get the upper hand eNOS whenever it seems to have the slightest chance on Sunday mornings perhaps when we are set free from the grinding hurry of the week and take the little three-year-old on our knee at breakfast to share our egg and muffin in moments of trouble when death visits our roof or illness makes us dependent on the tending hand of a slighted wife in quiet talks with an aged mother of the days when we stood at her knee with our first picture book or wrote her loving letters from school in the man whose childhood has known caresses there is always a fibre of memory that can be touched to gentle issues and mr. Dempster whom you have hitherto seen only as the orator of the Red Lion and the drunken tyrant of a dreary midnight home was the firstborn darling son of a fair little ma that mother was living still and her own large black easy-chair where she sat knitting through the live long day was now set ready for her at the breakfast table by her son's side a sleek tortoiseshell cat acting as provisional incumbent good morning ma'am Zee while you're looking as fresh as a daisy this morning you're getting young again said Mr Dempster looking up from his newspaper when the little old lady entered a very little old lady she was with a pale scarcely wrinkled face hair of that peculiar white which tells us that the locks have once been blonde and that he pure white cap on her head and a white shawl pinned over her shoulders you saw at a glance that she had been a minyan blonde strangely unlike her tall ugly dingy complexioned son unlike her daughter-in-law too whose large featured brunette beauty seemed always thrown into higher relief by the white presence of little mamsi the unlike nurse between Janet and her mother-in-law went deeper than outline and complexion and indeed there was little sympathy between them for old mrs. Dempster had not yet learned to believe that her son Robert would have gone wrong if he had married the right woman a meek woman like herself who would have borne him children and been a deft orderly housekeeper in spite of Janet's tenderness and attention to her she had had little love for her daughter-in-law from the first and had witnessed the sad growth of home misery through long years always with a disposition to lay the blame on the wife rather than on the husband and to reproach mrs. Raynor for encouraging her dodges faults by a to exclusive sympathy but hold mrs. Dempster had that rare gift of silence and passivity which often supplies the absence of mental strength and whatever were her thoughts she said no word to aggravate the domestic discord patient and mute she sat at her knitting through many a scene of quarrel and anguish resolutely she appeared unconscious of the sounds that reached her ears and the facts she divined after she had retired to her bed mutely she witnessed poor Janet's faults only registering them as a balance of excuse on the side of her son the hard astute domineering attorney was still that little old woman's pet as he had been when she watched with triumphant pride his first tumbling effort to march alone across the nursery floor see what a good son he is to me she often thought never gave me a harsh word and so he might have been the good husband oh it is piteous that sorrow of aged women in early youth perhaps they said to themselves I shall be happy when I have a husband to love me best of all then when the husband was too careless my child will comfort me then through the mothers watching and toil my child will repay me all when it grows up and at last after the long journey of years has been wearily traveled through the mother's heart is weighed down by a heavier burden and no hope remains but the grave but this morning old mrs. Dempster sat down in her easy chair without any painful suppressed remembrance of the preceding night I declare mammy looks younger than mrs. crew who was only 65 said Janet mrs. crew will come to see you today mammy and tell you all about her troubles with the bishop and the collation she'll bring her knitting and you'll have a regular gossip together the gossip will be all on one side then for mrs. crew gets so very deaf I can't make her hear a word and if I motion to her she always understands me wrong oh she will have so much to tell you today you will not want to speak yourself you who have patience to knit those wonderful counterpanes mammy must not be impatient with dear mrs. Crewe good old lady I can't bear her to think she's ever tiresome to people and you know she is very ready to fancy herself in the way I think she would like to shrink up to the size of a mouse that she might run about and do people good without their noticing her it isn't patience I want God knows it's lungs to speak loud enough but you'll be at home yourself I suppose this morning and you can talk to her for me no mammy I promised poor mrs. long to go and sit with her she's confined to her room and both the Miss loams are out so I'm going to read the newspaper to her and amuse her couldn't you go another morning as mr. Armstrong and that other gentleman are coming to dinner I should think it would be better to stay at home can you trust Betty to see to everything she's new to the place oh I couldn't disappoint mrs. loam I promised her Betty will do very well no fear old mrs. Dempster was silent after this and began to sip your tea the breakfast went on without further conversation for some time mr. Dempster being absorbed in the papers at length when he was running over the advertisements his eyes seemed to be caught by something that suggested a new thought to him he presently thumped the table with an air of exultation and said turning to Janet I have a capital idea gypsy that was his name for his dark eyed wife when he was in an extraordinarily good humour and you shall help me is just what you're up to what is it said Janet her face beaming at the sound of the pet name now heard so seldom anything to do with conveyancing it's a bit of fun worth a dozen fees a plan for raising a laugh against tryin and his gang of hypocrites what is it nothing that wants a needle and thread I hope else I must go and tease mother no nothing sharper than your whipped accept mine I'll tell you what it is we'll get up a program of the Sunday evening lecture like a playbill you know grand performance of the celebrated mountebank and so on we'll bring in the try a night's old blender and the rest inappropriate characters Proctor shall print it and was circulated in the town it will be a capital hit Bravo said Janet clapping her hands she would just then have pretended to like almost anything in her pleasure at being appealed to by her husband and she really did like to laugh at the try a Knights will set about it directly and sketch it out before you go to the office I've got try and sermons upstairs but I don't think there's anything in them we can use I've only just looked into them they're not at all what I expected dull stupid things nothing of the roaring fire and brimstone sort that I expected roaring no Trion's as soft as a sucking dove one of your honey mouths tipic rates plenty of devil and malice in him though I could see that while he was talking to the bishop but as smooth as a snake outside he's beginning a single-handed fight with me I can see persuading my clients away from me we shall see who will be the first to cry pecan we will be we'll do better with heard mr. Tryon than without Robert Dempster I fancy and Milby shall never be flooded with Kent as long as I can raise a breakwater against it but now get the breakfast things cleared away and let us set about to the playbill come mamsi come and have a walk with me round the garden and let us see how the cucumbers are getting on I've never taken you around the garden for an age come you don't want a bonnet it's like walking in a greenhouse this morning but she will want a parasol said Janet this one on the stand against the garden door Robert the little old lady took her son's arm with Placid pleasure she could barely reach it so as to rest upon it but he inclined a little towards her and accommodated his heavy long-limbed steps to her feeble pace the cat chose to Sun herself – and walked close beside them with tail erect rubbing her sleek signs against their legs – well fed to be excited by the twittering birds the garden was of the grassy shady kind often seen attached to old houses in provincial towns the apple trees had had time to spread their branches very wide the shrubs and hardy perennial plants had grown into a luxuriance that required constant trimming to prevent them from intruding on the space for walking but the farther end which united with green fields was open and sunny it was rather sad and yet pretty to see that little group passing out of the shadow into the sunshine and out of the sunshine into the shadow again sad because this tenderness of the Sun for the mother was hardly more than a nucleus of healthy life in an organ hardening by disease because the man who was linked in this way with an innocent past had become callous in worldliness fevered by sensuality enslaved by chance impulses pretty because it showed how hard it is to kill the deep down fibrous roots of human love and goodness how the man from whom we make it our pride to shrink has yet a close Brotherhood with us through some of our most sacred feelings as they were returning to the house Janet met them and said now Robert to the writing things are ready I shall be clerk and mat peen can copy it out after mammy once more deposited in her armchair with her knitting in her hand and the cat purring at her elbow Janet seated herself at the table while mr. Dempster placed himself near her took out his snuffbox and plentifully suffusing himself with the inspiring powder began to dictate what he dictated we shall see by-and-by end of chapter 7 of Janet's repentance chapter 8 of Janet's repentance from scenes of clerical life by George Eliot this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by bruce pirie chapter 8 the next day Friday had five o'clock by the sundial the large bow window of mrs. Jerome's parlor was open and that lady herself was seated within its ample semicircle having a table before her on which her best tea tray her best china and her best urn rug had already been standing in readiness for half an hour mrs. Jerome's best tea service was of delicate white fluted china with gold sprigs upon it as pretty a tea service as you need wish to see and quite good enough for chimney ornaments indeed as the cups were without handles most visitors who had the distinction of taking tea out of them wished that such charming China had already been promoted to that honorary position mrs. Jerome was like her China handsome and old-fashioned she was a buxom lady of sixty in an elaborate lace cap fastened by a frill under her chin a dark well curled front concealing her forehead a snowy neckerchief Xzibit in its ample folds as far as her waist and a stiff gray silk gown she had a clean damask napkin pinned before her to guard her dress during the process of tea making her favorite geraniums in the bow window were looking as healthy as she could desire her own handsome portrait painted when she was 20 years younger was smiling down on her with agreeable flattery and altogether she seemed to be in as peaceful and pleasant a position as the buxom well-dressed elderly lady need desire but as in so many other cases appearances were deceptive her mind was greatly perturbed and her temper ruffled by the fact that it was more than a quarter past five even by the losing timepiece that it was half past by her large gold watch which she held in her hand as if she were counting the pulse of the afternoon and that by the kitchen clock which she felt sure was not an hour too fast it had already struck six the lapse of time was rendered the more unendurable to mrs. Jerome by her wonder that mr. Jerome could stay out in the garden with Lizzy in that thoughtless way taking it so easily that tea time was long past and that after all the trouble of getting down the best tea things mr. Tryon would not come this honor had been shown to mr. Tryon not at all because mrs. Jerome had any high appreciation of his doctrine or of his exemplary activity as a pastor but simply because he was a church clergyman and as such was regarded by her with the same sort of exceptional respect that a white woman who had married a native of the Society Islands might be supposed to feel towards a white skin visitor from the land of her youth for mrs. Jerome had been reared a church woman and having attained the age of thirty before she was married had felt the greatest repugnance in the first instance to renouncing the religious forms in which she had been brought up you know she said in confidence to her church acquaintances I wouldn't give no ear at all to mr. Jerome at first but after all I began to think as there was a many things worse than or going to Chapel and you'd better do that nor not pay your way mr. Jerome had a very pleasant manner with him and there was never another as kept a cake and it make a settlement on me like him chapel or no Chapel it seemed very odd to me for a long while the preaching with a book and the standing up to one long prayer instead a change in your posture but la there's nothing as you mean to get used to at a time you can only sit down you now before the prayer is done the ministers say preteen high the same things as the church Parsons by what I could ever make out and we were out at chapel in the morning a deal sooner nor there out of church and as for pews arms is a deal comfortable or nor any a Milby church mrs. Jerome you perceive had not a keen susceptibility to shades of doctrine and it is probable that after listening to dissenting eloquence for 30 years she might safely have reentered the establishment without performing any spiritual quarantine her mind apparently was of that non-porous flinty character which is not in the least danger from surrounding them but on the question of getting start of the Sun on the day's business and clearing her conscience of the necessary sum of meals and the consequent washing up as soon as possible so that the family might be well in bed at 9:00 mrs. Jerome was susceptible and the present lingering pace of things United with mr. Jerome's unaccountable obliviousness was not to be borne any longer so she rang the bell for Sally could this me Sally go into the garden and see after your master tell head myths are going on for six and mr. Tryon will never think of coming now and it's time we got tea over and he's lettin Lizzy stain her frock I expect among them strawberry beds make her come in this minute no wonder mr. Jerome was tempted to linger in the garden for though the house was pretty and well deserved its name the white house the tall damask roses that clustered over the porch being thrown into relief by rough stucco of the most brilliant white yet the garden and orchards were mr. Jerome's glory as well they might be and there was nothing in which he had a more innocent pride peace to a good man's memory all his pride was innocent then in conducting a hitherto uninitiated visitor over his grounds and making him in some degree aware of the incomparable advantages possessed by the inhabitants of the white house in the matter of red Street apples russets northern greens excellent for baking swan egg pears and early vegetables to say nothing of flowering shrubs pink Hawthorne's lavender bushes more than ever mrs. Jerome could use and in short a super abundance of everything that a person retired from business could desire to possess himself or to share with his friends the garden was one of those old-fashioned paradises which hardly exist any longer except as memories of our childhood no finical separation between flower and kitchen garden there no monotony of enjoyment for one sense to the exclusion of another but a charming paradise vehicle mingling of all that was pleasant to the eyes and good for food the rich flower border running along every walk with its endless succession of spring flowers andamanese auricular swallowers sweet Williams campanula snapdragons and tiger lilies had its taller beauties such as Moss and Provence roses varied with espalier apple trees the crimson of a carnation was carried out in the lurking crimson of the neighboring strawberry beds you gathered a moss rose one moment and a bunch of currants the next you were in a delicious fluctuation between the scent of jasmine and the juice of gooseberries then what a high wall at one end flanked by a summerhouse so lofty that after ascending its long flight of steps you could see perfectly well there was no view worth looking at what alko's and garden seats in all directions and along one side what a hedge tall and firm and unbroken like a green wall it was near this hedge that mr. Jerome was standing when Sally found him he had set down the basket of strawberries on the gravel and had lifted up little Lizzy in his arms to look at a bird's nest Lizzy peeped and then looked at her grandpa with round blue eyes and then peeped again do you see it Lizzy he whispered yes she whispered in return putting her lips very near grandpa's face at this moment Sally appeared hey hey hey Sally what's the matter is mr. Tryon come no sir and missus says she's sure he won't come now and she wants you to come in and have tea dear heart miss Lizzie you've stained your pinafore and I shouldn't wonder if it's gone through to your frock they'll be fine work come along with me do nenene we've done no harm we've done no harm have we Lizzie the washed Hubble make all right again Sally regarding the wash tub from a different point of view looked as sourly serious and hurried away with Lizzie who trotted submissively along her little head in the clips under a large Menken bonnet while mr. Jerome followed leisurely with his full broad shoulders in rather a stooping posture and his large could natured features and white locks shaded by a broad brimmed hat mr. Jerome I wonder at you said mrs. Jerome in a tone of indignant remonstrance evidently sustained by a deep sense of injury as her husband opened the parlour door when will you leave off inviting people to meals and not letting them know the time I'll answer for it you never said a word to mr. Tryon as we should take tea at five o'clock it's just like you mean a Susan answered the husband in a soothing tone there's nothing amiss I told Mr Tryon as we took tea at five punch I may have some it's a detaining on him he's a deal to do and to think on remember why it struck six of the kitchen already it's nonsense to look for him coming now so he may as well ring for the urn now how Sally's got the heater in the fire we may as well have the urn in though he doesn't come I never see the like a you mr. Jerome for axing people and giving me the trouble of getting things down and heaven crumpets made after all they don't come I shall have to wash every one of these tea things myself for there's no trust in Sally she'd break a fortunate crockery in no time but why will you give yourself such trouble Susan our everyday tea things would had done as well for mr. Tryon and there a deal convenient her to hold yes that's just your way mr. Jerome you're always a finding fault with my Chaney because I bought it myself before I was married but let me tell you I know how to choose Janey if I didn't how to choose a husband and where's Lizzie you've never left her of the garden by herself with her white frock on and clean stockings be easy my dear Susan be easy Lizzie's come in with Sally she's havin her pinafore took off I'll be bound ah there's mr. Triana comin through the gate mrs. Jerome began hastily to adjust her damask a napkin and the expression of her countenance for the reception of the clergyman and mr. Jerome went out to meet his guest whom he greeted outside the door mr. Tryon how do you do mr. Tryon welcome to the White House I'm glad to see you sir I'm glad to see you if you had heard the tone of mingled goodwill veneration and condolence in which this greeting was uttered even without seeing the face that completely harmonized with it he would have no difficulty in inferring the ground notes of mr. Jerome's character to a fine ear that tone said as plainly as possible whatever recommends itself to me Thomas Jerome as piety and goodness shall have my love and honor our friends this Pleasant world is a sad one too isn't it that has helped one another that has helped one another and it was entirely owing to this basis of character not at all from any clear and precise doctrinal discrimination that mr. Jerome had very early in life become a dissenter in his boyish days he had been thrown where dissent seemed to have the balance of piety purity and good works on its side and to become a dissenter seemed to him identical with choosing God instead of Mammon that race of dissenters is extinct in these days when opinion has got far ahead of feeling and every Chapel going youth can fill our ears with the advantages of the voluntary system the corruptions of a state Church and the scriptural evidence that the first Christians were Congregationalists mr. Jerome knew nothing of this theoretic basis for dissent and in the utmost extent of his polemical discussion he had not gone further than to whether a Christian man was bound in conscience to distinguish Christmas and Easter by any peculiar observance beyond the eating of mince pies and cheesecakes it seemed to him that all seasons were alike good for thanking God departing from evil hence doing well whereas it might be desirable to restrict the period for indulging in unwholesome forms of pastry mr. Jerome's dissent being of this simple non polemical kind it is easy to understand that the report he heard of mr. Tryon as a good man and a powerful preacher who was stirring the hearts of the people had been enough to attract him to the paddy furred church and that having felt himself more edified there than he had of late being under mr. stick knees discourses at Salem he had driven there repeatedly in the Sunday afternoons and had sought an opportunity of making mr. Trion's acquaintance the evening lecture was a subject of warm interest with him and the opposition mr. Tryon met with gave that interest a strong tinge of partisanship for there was a store of irritability and mr. Jerome's nature which must find a vent somewhere and in so kindly and upright a man could only find it in indignation against those whom he held to be enemies of truth and goodness mr. Tryon had not hitherto been to the White House but yesterday meeting mr. Jerome in the street he had at once accepted the invitation to tea saying there was something he wished to talk about he appeared warned and fatigued now and after shaking hands with mrs. Jerome threw himself into a chair and looked out on the pretty garden with an air of relief what a nice place you have here mr. Jerome I have not seen anything so quiet and pretty since I came to Milby on patty furred common where I live you know the bushes are all sprinkled with soot and there's never any quiet except in the dead of night dear heart dear heart that's a very bad and for you too as have to study wouldn't it be better for you to be somewhere more out here the country like oh no I should lose so much time in going to and fro and besides I like to be among the people I've no face to go and preach resignation to those poor things in their smoky air and comfortless homes when I come straight from every luxury myself there are many things quite lawful for other men which a clergyman must forego if he would do any good in a manufacturing population like this here the preparations for tea were crowned by the simultaneous appearance of Lizzie and the crumpet it is a pretty surprised when one visits an elderly couple to see a little figure enter in a white frock with a blonde head as smooth as satin round blue eyes in the cheek like an apple blossom a toddling little girl is a center of common feeling which makes the most dissimilar people understand each other and mr. Tryon looked at Lizzie with that quiet pleasure which is always genuine here we are here we are said proud grand papa you didn't think we've got such a little gal as this did you mr. Tryon why it seems but the other day since her mother was just such another this is our little dizzy this is come and shake hands but mr. triumph has he come Lizzie advanced without hesitation and put out one hand while she fingered her coral necklace with the other and looked up into mr. Trion's face with a reckon I Turing gaze he stroked to the satin hand and said in his gentlest voice how do you do Lizzie will you give me a kiss she put up her little butt of a mouth and then retreating a little and glancing down at her frock said did my new I put it on Tut you would coming tally Ted you wouldn't look at it hush hush Lizzie little girls must be seen and not heard said mrs. Jerome while grandpapa winking significantly and looking radiant with delight at Lizzie's extraordinary promise of cleverness that her about her hi cane chair by the side of grandma who lost no time in shielding the beauties of the new frock with a napkin well now mr. Tryon said mr. Jerome in a very serious tone when tea had been distributed let me hear how your are going on about the lecture when I was in the town yesterday I heard as there was Pesa cuting schemes are being laid against you I fear me those Rascals will make things very unpleasant to you I have no doubt they will attempt it indeed I quite expect there will be a regular mob God had planned Sunday evening as there was when the delegates returned on purpose to annoy me and the congregation on our way to church they're capable of anything such men as Dempster and bud Tomlinson Backson were money though he can't with brains however Dempster's lost one client by his wicked duman's and I'm deceived if he won't lose more nor one my little thought mr. Tryon when I put my affairs into his hands 20 year ago this Michaelmas as he was to turn out a persecutor a religion and never lighted on a cleverer promise in her young man nor he was then they talked to his being font of our extra glass now and men but never nothing like what he's come to since and its headpiece you must look for in a lawyer mr. Tryon its headpiece his wife too was always an uncommon favorite of mine poor thing I hear sad stories about her now but she's dropped to it she's drove to it mr. Tryon a tender-hearted woman to the poor she is as every lived and as pretty spoken a woman as you need wish to talk to yes I'd always a lichen for Dempster and his wife spy to everything but as soon as ever I hear to that delegate business I says as I that man shall have no more to do with my affairs it may put me to inconvenience but I'll encourage no man as Pesa cutes religion he is evidently the brain and hand of the persecution said mr. Tryon there may be a strong feeling against me in a large number of the inhabitants it must be so from the great ignorance ritual things in this place but I fancy there would have been no formal opposition to the lecture if Dempster had not planned it I am NOT myself the least alarmed at anything he can do he will find I am not to be cowed or driven away by insult or personal danger God has sent me to this place and by His blessing I'll not shrink from anything I may have to encounter in doing his work among the people but I feel it right to call on all those who know the value of the gospel to stand by me publicly I think and mr. Lander agrees with me that it will be well for my friends to proceed with me in a body to the church on Sunday evening Dempster you know has pretended that almost all the respectable inhabitants are opposed to the lecture now I wish that falsehood to be visibly contradicted what do you think of the plan I have today being to see several of my friends who will make a point of being there to accompany me and will communicate with others on the subject I'll make one mr. Truong and I'll make one you shall not be wanted in any support as I can give before you come to it sir Milby was a dead and dark place you are the first man of the church to my knowledge as has brought the Word of God home to the people and I'll stand by you sir I'll stand by you I'm a dissenter mr. Tryon I've been a dissenter ever since I was fifteen year old but show me good is the church and I'm a church man too when I was a boy I lived at Tilton you mean know the place the best part of the land there belonged to Squire Santa man he'd a clubfoot head Squire Sandman lost a deal of money by canal shares well served as I was saying I lived at Tilton and the rector there was a terrible drinkin fox huntin man he never seed such a parish a time for wickedness no bees nothing to it well sir my father was a working man and couldn't afford to give me any education so I went to a night school as was kept by a dissenter one Jacob right and it was from that man sir as I got my little schoolin and my knowledge of religion I went to Chapel with Jacob he was a good man was Jacob and to Chapel I've been ever since but I'm no enemy of the church sir when the church brings light to the ignorant and the sinful and that's what you are doing mr. Tryon yes sir I'll stand by you I'll go to church with you on Sunday even in huge far better stay at home mr. Jerome if I may give my opinion interposed mrs. Jerome if not as I haven't every respect for you mr. Tryon but mr. Jerome will do you no good by his interfering dissenters are not at all looked on MLB and he's as nervous as ever he can be he'll come back as the ill as ill and never let me have a wink a sleep all night mrs. Jerome had been frightened at the mention of a mob and her retrospective regard for the religious communion of her youth by no means inspired her with the temper of a martyr her husband looked at her with an expression of tender and grieved remonstrance which might have been that of the patient patriarch on the memorable occasion when he rebuked his wife Susan Susan let me beg on you not to oppose me and put stumbling blocks in the way of doing what's right I can't give up my conscience let me give up what else I may perhaps said Mr Tryon feeling slightly uncomfortable since you are not very strong My dear sir it will be well as mrs. Jerome suggests that you should not run the risk of any excitement say no more mr. try and I'll stand by you sir it's my duty it's the cause of God sir it's the cause of God mr. Tryon obeyed his impulse of admiration and gratitude and put out his hand to the white-haired old man saying thank you mr. Jerome Thank You mr. Jerome grasped the proffered hand in silence and then threw himself back in his chair casting a regretful look at his wife which seemed to say why don't you feel with me Susan the sympathy of this simple-minded old man was more precious to mr. Tryon than any mere onlooker could have imagined two persons possessing a great deal of that facile psychology which prejudges individuals by means of formulae and casts them without further trouble into Julie lettered pigeonholes the evangelical curate might seem to be doing simply what all other men like to do carrying out objects which were identified not only with his theory which is but a kind of secondary ago ISM but also with the primary a go ism of his feelings opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution a self obtrusive over-hasty reformer complacently disclaiming all merit while his friends call him a martyr has not in reality a career the most arduous to the fleshly mind but mr. Tryon was not cast in the mould of the gratuitous martyr with the power of persistence which had been often blamed as obstinacy he had an acute sensibility to the very hatred or ridicule he did not flinch from provoking every form of disapproval jarred him painfully and though he fronted his opponents manfully and often with considerable warmth of temper he had no pugnacious pleasure in the contest it was one of the weaknesses of his nature to be too keenly alive to every harsh wind of opinion to winced under the frowns of the foolish to be irritated by the injustice of those who could not possibly have the elements indispensable for judging him rightly and with all this acute sensibility to blame this dependence on sympathy he had for years been constrained into a position of antagonism no wonder then that good old mr. Jerome's cordial words were balm to him he had often been thankful to an old woman for saying god bless you to a little child for smiling at him to a dog for submitting to be patted by him t being over by this times to try and propose to walk in the garden as a means of dissipating all recollection of the recent conjugal dissidents the fallacies appeal MeeGo gonpa could not be rejected so she was duly bonneted and pin afford and then they turned out into the evening sunshine not mrs. Jerome however she had a deeply meditated plan of retiring and interim to the kitchen and washing up the best tea things as a mode of getting forward with the sadly retarded business of the day this way mr. Tryon this way said the old gentleman I must take you to my pastor first and show you our cow the best milker in the county and see here at these back buildings how convenient the Daria's had planned it every bit myself and here I've got my little carpenter's shop and my blacksmith's shop I do know an two jobs here myself I never could bear to be idle mr. Tryon I must always be at something or other it was time for me to lay by business and make room for younger folks and got money enough we're only one daughter to leave it to and I says to myself says I it's time to leave off Moyer and myself with this world so much and give more time to thinking of another but there's a many hours between getting up and lying down and thoughts are no cumber you can move about we're good many on him in your head see here's the pastor a very pretty pasture it was where the large spotted short-horned cow quietly chewed the cod as she lay and looked sleepily at her admirers at daintily trimmed hedge all-around dotted here and there with the mountain ash or a cherry tree I have a good bit more land besides this worth your while to look at but mayhap it's further Noir you'd like to walk now bless you I've welly an acre of potato ground yonder's have a good big family to supply you know here mr. Jerome winked and smiled significantly and that puts me in mind mr. Tryon as somewhat I wanted to say to you clergymen like you I know see a deal more poverty and that than other folks and have a many claims on him more nor they can well meet and if you'll met you saw my purse anytime or let me know where I can be any help I'll take it very kind on you Thank You mr. Jerome I will do so I promise you I saw a sad case yesterday a Collier a fine broad-chested fellow about 30 was killed by the falling of a wall in the paddy furred Collier II I was in one of the cottages near when they brought him home on a door and the shriek of the wife has been ringing in my ears ever since there are three little children happily the woman has her loom so she will be able to keep out of the workhouse but she looks very delicate give me her name mr. Tryon said mr. Jerome drawing out his pocketbook I'll call and see her deep claws the fountain of pity in the good old man's heart he often ate his dinner stinting li oppressed by the thought that there were men women and children with no dinner – sit down – and would relieve his mind by going out in the afternoon to look for some need that he could supply some honest struggle in which he could lend a helping hand that any living being should want was his chief sorrow that any rational being should waste was of next Sally indeed having been scolded by master for a to lavish use of sticks in laking the kitchen fire and various instances of recklessness with regard to candle ends considered him as mean as anything but he had as kindly a warmth as the morning sunlight and like the sunlight his goodness Shawn on all that came in his way from the saucy rosy cheeks lad whom he delighted to make happy with the Christmas box to the pallid sufferers up dim entries languishing under the tardy death of want and misery it was very pleasant to Mister tryin to listen to the simple chat of the old man to walk in the shade of the incomparable orchard and hear the story of the crops yielded by the red Street apple tree and to the quite embarrassing plentifulness of the summer pears to drink in the sweet evening breath of the garden as they sat in the alcove and sung for a short interval to feel the strain of his pastoral tasks relaxed perhaps he felt early return to that task through the dusty roads all the more painfully perhaps something in that quiet shady home had reminded him of the time before he had taken on him the yoke of self-denial the strongest heart will faint sometimes under the feeling that enemies are bitter and that friends only know half its sorrows the most resolute soul will now and then cast back a yearning look in treading the rough mountain path away from the green sward and laughing voices of the valley however it was in the 9 o'clock Twilight that evening when mr. Tryon had entered his small study and turned the key in the door he threw himself into the chair before his writing-table and heedless of the papers there leaned his face low on his hand and moaned heavily it is apt to be so in this life I think well we are coldly discussing a man's career sneering at his mistakes blaming his rashness and labeling his opinions he is evangelical and narrow or latitudinarian and pantheistic or Anglican and supercilious that man in his solitude is perhaps shedding hot tears because his sacrifice is a hard one because strength and patience are failing him to speak the difficult word and do the difficult deed end of chapter 8 of Janus repentance chapter nine of Janet's from scenes of clerical life by George Eliot this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by bruce pirie chapter 9 mr. Tryon showed no such symptoms of weakness on the critical Sunday he unhesitatingly rejected the suggestion that he should be taken to church in mr. Landers carriage a proposition which that gentleman made as an amendment on the original plan when the rumors of meditated insult became alarming mr. Tryon declared he would have no precautions taken but would simply trust in God and his good cause some of his more timid friends thought this conduct rather defiant than wise and reflecting that a mob has great talents for impromptu and that legal redress is imperfect satisfaction for having one's head broken with a brickbat we're beginning to question their consciences very closely as to whether it was not a duty they owed to their families to stay at home on Sunday evening these timorous persons however were in a small minority and the generality of mr. Tryon's friends and hearers rather exalted in an opportunity of breathing insult for the sake of a preacher to whom they were attached on personal as well as doctrinal grounds miss pratt spoke of Cranmer Ridley and Latimer and observed that the present crisis afforded an occasion for emulating their heroism even in these degenerate times while less highly instructed persons whose memories were not well stored with precedence simply expressed their determination as mr. Jerome had done to stand by the preacher and his cause believing it to be the cause of God on Sunday evening men at a quarter past six mister tryin setting out for mr. Landers with a party of his friends who had assembled there was soon joined by two other groups from mr. Pratt's and mr. dunn's and stray persons on their way to church naturally falling into rank behind this leading file by the time they reached the entrance of Orchard Street mr. Trion's friends formed a considerable procession walking three or four abreast it was in Orchard Street and towards the church gates that the chief crowd was collected and as mr. Dempster's drawing-room window on the upper floor a more select assembly of anti Tryon i'ts were gathered to witness the entertaining spectacle of the Tryon Knights walking to church amidst the jeers and hootings of the crowd to prompt the popular wit with appropriate Sabri Kay's numerous copies of mr. Dempster's playbill were posted on the walls in suitably large and emphatic type as it is possible that the most industrious collector of neural literature may not have been fortunate enough to possess himself of this production which ought by all means to be preserved amongst the materials of our provincial religious history I Sub Pop grand entertainment to be given at Mill B on Sunday evening next by the famous comedian try it on and his first-rate company including not only an unparalleled cast for comedy but a large collection of reclaimed and converted animals among the rest a bear who used to dance a parrot once given to swearing a polygamous pig and a monkey who used to catch fleas on a Sunday together with a pair of regenerated limits with an entirely new song and plumage mr. Tryon will first pass through the streets in procession with his unrivaled company warranted to have their eyes turned up higher and the corners of their mouths turned down lower than any other company of Mato banks in this circuit after which the theater will be opened and the entertainment will commence at half-past six when will be presented a piece never before performed on any stage entitled the wolf in sheep's clothing or the Methodists in a mask Mr Bowen RG soft solder mr. Trenton old 10% godly mr. gander mr. feedom up mr. tonic mr. lon twig lady winner mr. try at on miss piety bait the hook miss tonic Angelica miss Serafina tonic after which a miscellaneous musical interlude commencing with the lamentations of Jeremiah in nasal recitative to be followed by the favorite cackling quartet by two hen birds who are no chickens the well-known counter tenor mr. Dunn and a gander lineally descended from the goose that laid golden eggs to conclude with a grand chorus by the entire Orchestra of converted animals but owing to the unavoidable absence from illness of the Bulldog who has left off fighting mr. tonic has kindly undertaken at a moment's notice to supply the bark the whole to conclude with a screaming farce of the pulpit snatcher mr. saintly smooth-faced mr. Truitt on mr. warming sneaker mr. Truitt on mr. all grace no works mister try it on mr. elect and chosen ape well mr. try it on mr. malevolent prayerful mr. try it on mr. foist himself everywhere mr. try it on mr. float to the age at upstart mr. Trenton admission free a collection will be made at the doors and Viva treks this satire though it presents the keenest edge of Milby wit does not strike you as lacerating I imagine but hatred is like fire it makes even light rubbish deadly and mr. Dempster's sarcasms were not merely visible on the walls they were reflected in the doors of glances and audible in the jeering voices of the crowd through this pelting shower of nicknames and bad puns with an ad libitum accompaniment of groans howls hisses and hehas but of no heavier missiles mr. Tryon walked pale and composed giving his arm to old mr. Lander who step was feeble on the other side of him was mr. Jerome who still walked firmly though his shoulders were slightly bowed outwardly mr. Tryon was composed but inwardly he was suffering acutely from these tones of hatred and scorn however strong his consciousness of right he found its no stronger Armour against such weapons as divisive glances and virulent words than against stones and clubs his conscience was in repose but his sensibility was bruised once more only did the evangelical curat pass up orchard street followed by a train of friends once more only was there a crowd assembled to witness his entrance through the church gates but that second time no voice was heard above a whisper and the whispers were words of sorrow and blessing that second time janet Dempster was not looking on in scorn and merriment her eyes were worn with grief and watching and she was following her beloved friend and pastor to the grave end of chapter 9 of Janet's repentance chapter 10 of Janus repentant from scenes of clerical life by George Eliot this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by bruce pirie chapter 10 history we know his apt to repeat itself and to foist very old incidents upon us with only a slight change of costume from the time of xerxes downwards we have seen generals playing the braggadocio at the outset of their campaigns and conquering the enemy with the greatest ease in after-dinner speeches but events are apt to be in disgusting discrepancy with the anticipation of the most ingenious tactician 'he's the difficulties of the expedition are ridiculously at variance with able calculations the enemy has the impudence not to fall into confusion as had been reasonably expected of him the mind of the gallant general begins to be distracted by news of intrigues against him at home and notwithstanding the handsome compliments he paid to providence as his undoubted patron before setting out there seems every probability that the Teide um's will be all on the other side so it fell out with mr. Dempster in his memorable campaign against the tryin i'ts after all the premature triumphs of the return from Elm Stoke the Battle of the evening lecture had been lost the enemy was in possession of the field and the utmost hope remaining was that by a harassing guerrilla warfare he might be driven to evacuate to the country for some time this sort of warfare was kept up with considerable spirit the shafts of Milby ridicule were made more formidable by being poisoned with calumny and very ugly stories narrated with circumstantial Minuten as' were soon in circulation concerning mr. Tryon and his hearers from which stories it was plainly deducible that evangelicalism led by a necessary consequence to hypocritical indulgence in Vice some old friendships were broken asunder and there were near relations who felt that religious differences unmitigated by any prospect of a legacy were a sufficient ground for exhibiting their family antipathy mr. Bud who ranked his workmen and threatened them with dismissal if they or their families were known to attend the evening lecture and mr. Tomlinson on discovering that his Foreman was a ranked try a knight blustered to a great extent and would have cashiered that valuable functionary on the spot if such a retributive procedure had not been inconvenient on the whole however at the end of a few months the balance of substantial loss was on the side of the ante try a Knights mr. Pratt indeed had lost a patient or two besides mr. Dempster's family but as it was evident that evangelicalism had not dried up the stream of his anecdote or in the least altered his view of any lady's Constitution it is probable that a change accompanied by so few outward and visible signs was rather the pretext than the ground of his dismissal in those additional cases mr. Dunn was threatened with the loss of several good customers mrs. Phipps and mrs. loam having set the example of ordering him to send in his bill and the Draper began to look forward to his next stock taking with an anxiety which was but slightly mitigated by the parallel his wife suggested between his own case and that of Shadrach Meshach and Abednego who were thrust into a burning fiery furnace for as he observed to her the next morning with that perspicacity which belongs to the period of shaving whereas their deliverance consisted in the fact that their linen and woollen goods were not consumed his own deliverance lay in precisely the opposite result convenience that admirable branch system from the main line of self-interest makes us all fellow helpers in spite of adverse resolutions it is probable that no speculative or theological hatred would be ultimately strong enough to resist the persuasive power of convenience that a latitudinarian Baker whose bread was honorably free from alum would command the custom of any dyspeptic posey it– that NR minion with the toothache would prefer a skillful Calvinistic dentist to a bungler stanch against the doctrines of election and final perseverance who would be likely to break the tooth in his head and that a plymouth brother who had a well furnished grocery shop in a favorable vicinage would occasionally have the pleasure of furnishing sugar or vinegar to orthodox families that found themselves unexpectedly out of those indispensable commodities in this persuasive power of convenience leymah students ultimate security from martyrdom his drapery was the best in will be the comfortable use and wont of procuring satisfactory articles at a moment's notice proved too strong for an T try an A to Z oh and vyd Reaper could soon look forward to his next stock taking without to the support of a scriptural parallel on the other hand mr. Dempster had lost his excellent client mr. Jerome a loss which called him out of proportion to the mere monetary deficit it represented the attorney loved money but he loved power still better he had always been proud of having early won the confidence of a conventicle goer and of being able to turn the prop of salem round his thumb like most other men – he had a certain kindness towards those who had employed him when he was only starting in life and just as we do not like to part with an old weather glass from our study or a two feet ruler that we have carried in our pocket ever since we began business so Mr Dempster did like having to erase his old clients name from the accustomed drawer in the bureau our habitual life is like a wall hung with pictures which has been Sean on by the sons of many years take one of the pictures away and it leaves a definite blank space to which our eyes can never turn without a sensation of discomfort nay the involuntary loss of any familiar object almost always brings a chill as from an evil omen it seems to be the first finger shadow of advancing death from all these causes combined mr. Dempster could never think of his lost client without strong irritation and the very sight of mr. Jerome passing in the street was wormwood to him one day when the old gentleman was coming up Orchard Street on his roan mare shaking the bridle and tickling her flank with the whip as usual though there was the perfect mutual understanding that she was not to quicken her pace Janet happened to be on her own doorstep and he could not resist the temptation of stopping to speak to that nice little woman as he always called her though she was taller than all the rest of his feminine acquaintances Janet in spite of her disposition to take her husband's part in all public matters could bear no malice against her old friend so they shook hands well mrs. Dempster I'm sorry to my heart not to see you sometimes that I am said mr. Jerome in a plaintive tone but if you've got any poor people as wants help and who knows deserving send him to me send him to me just the same Thank You mr. Jerome that I will goodbye Jenna made the interview as short as she could but it was not short enough to escape the observation of her husband who as she feared was on his midday returned from his office at the other end of the street and this offense of hers in speaking to mr. Jerome was the frequently recurring theme of mr. Dempster's Observatory domestic eloquence associating the loss of his old client with mr. trans influence dempster began to know more distinctly why he hated the obnoxious curat but a passionate hate as well as a passion of love demands some leisure and mental freedom persecution and revenge like courtship and toady ism will not prosper without a considerable expenditure of time and ingenuity and these are not to spare with a man whose law business and liver are both beginning to show unpleasant symptoms such was the disagreeable turn Affairs were taking with mr. Dempster and like the general distracted by home intrigues he was too much harassed himself to lay ingenious plans for harassing the enemy meanwhile the evening lecture drew larger and larger congregations not perhaps attracting many from that select aristocratic circle in which the loans and Pitman's were predominant but winning the larger proportion of mr. crew's morning and afternoon hearers and thinning mr sztyc knees evening audiences at thalam evangelicalism was making its way in melb and gradually diffusing its subtle odor into chambers that were bolted and barred against it the movement like all other religious revivals had a mixed effect religious ideas have the fate of melodies which once set afloat in the world are taken up by all sorts of instruments some of them woefully coarse feeble or out of tune until people are in danger of crying out that the melody itself is detestable it may be that some of mr. Trion's hearers had gained and a religious vocabulary rather than religious experience that here and there a Weaver's wife who a few months before had been simply a silly slattern was converted into that more complex nuisance a silly and sanctimonious slattern that the old adam with the pertinacity of middle age continued to tell fibs behind the counter notwithstanding the new adam's addiction to Bible reading and family prayer that to the children in the paddy furred Sunday school had their memories crammed with phrases about the blood of cleansing imputed righteousness and justification by faith alone which an experienced lying principally in Chuck farthing hopscotch parental slapping and longings after unattainable lollipop served rather to darken than to illustrate and that had nil be in those distance days as in all other times in places where the mental atmosphere is changing and men are inhaling the stimulus of new ideas folly often mistook itself for wisdom ignorance gave itself airs of knowledge and selfishness turning its eyes upward called itself religion nevertheless evangelicalism had brought into palpable existence and operation in Milby society that idea of duty that recognition of something to be lived for beyond the mere satisfaction of self which is to the moral life what the addition of a great central ganglion is to animal life no man can begin to mold himself on a faith or an idea without rising to a higher order of experience a principle of subordination of self mastery has been introduced into his nature he is no longer a mere bundle of impressions desires and impulses whatever might be the weaknesses of the ladies who pruned the luxurious of their lace and ribbons cutout garments for the poor distributed tracts quoted scripture and defined the true gospel they had learned this that there was a divine work to be done in life a rule of goodness higher than the opinion of their neighbors and if the notion of a heaven in reserve for themselves was a little too prominent yet the theory of fitness for that heaven consisted in purity of heart in christ-like compassion in the subduing of selfish desires they might give the name of piety to much that was only puritanic ago ISM they might call many things sin that were not sin but they had at least the feeling that sin was to be avoided and resisted and colorblindness which may mistake drab for scarlet is better than total blindness which sees no distinction of color at all miss Rebecca Lynette in quiet attire with a somewhat excessive solemnity of countenance teaching at the sunday school visiting the poor and striving after a standard of purity and goodness had surely more moral loveliness than in those flaunting peony days when she had no other model than the costumes of the heroines in the circulating library miss Eliza Pratt listening in rapt attention to mr. Trion's evening lecture no doubt found evangelical channels for vanity and egoism but she was clearly in moral advance of misfits giggling under her feathers at old mr. crew's peculiarities of enunciation and even elderly fathers and mothers with minds like mrs. linens too tough to imbibe much doctrine were the better for having their hearts inclined towards the new preacher as a messenger from God they became ashamed perhaps of their evil tempers ashamed of their worldliness ashamed of their trivial futile past the first condition of human goodness is something to love the second something to reverence and this latter precious gift was brought to Milby by mr. tryin and evangelicalism yes the movement was good though it had that mixture of folly and evil which often makes what is good and offense too feeble and fastidious Minds who want human actions and characters riddled through the sieve of their own ideas before they can accord their sympathy or admiration such Minds I dare say would have found mr. trans character very much in need of that riddling process the Blessed work of helping the world forward happily does not wait to be done by perfect men and I should imagine that neither Luther nor John Bunyan for example would have satisfied the modern demand for an ideal hero who believes nothing but what is true feels nothing but what is exalted and does nothing but what is graceful the real heroes of God's making are quite different they have their natural heritage of love and conscience which they drew in with their mother's milk they know one or two of those deep spiritual truths which are only to be won by long wrestling with their own sins and their own sorrows they have earned faith and strength so far as they have done genuine work but the rest is dry barren Theory blank prejudice vague hearsay their insight is blended with mere opinion their sympathy is perhaps confined in narrow conduits of doctrine instead of flowing forth with the freedom of a stream that blesses every weed in its course obstinacy or self assertion will often interviews itself with their grandest impulses and they're very deeds of self-sacrifice are sometimes only the rebound of a passionate egoism so it was with mr. Tryon and anyone looking at him with the bird's-eye glance of a critic might perhaps say that he made the mistake of identifying in Christianity with a too narrow doctrinal system that he thought God's work to exclusively in antagonism to the world the flesh and the devil that his intellectual culture was too limited and so on making mr. Tryon the text for a wise discourse on the characteristics of the evangelical school in his day but I am NOT poised at that lofty height I am on the level and in the press with him as he struggles his way along the stony road through the crowd of unloving fellow man he is stumbling perhaps his heart now beats fast with dread now heavily with anguish his eyes are sometimes dim with tears which he makes haste to dash away he pushes manfully on with fluctuating faith and courage with a sensitive failing body at last he falls the struggle is ended and the crowd closes over the space he has left one of the evangelical clergy a disciple of Ven says the critic from his Birdseye station not a remarkable specimen the anatomy and habits of his species have been determined long ago yet surely surely the only true knowledge of our fellow man is that which enables us to feel with him which gives us a fine ear for the heart pulses that are beating under the mere clothes of circumstance and opinion our subtlest analysis of schools and sects must miss the essential truth unless it be lit up by the love that sees in all forms of human thought and work the life and death struggles of separate human beings end of chapter 10 of Janet's repentance you chapter 11 of Janet's repentance from scenes of clerical life by George Eliot this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by bruce pirie chapter 11 mister Tryon's most unfriendly observers were obliged to admit that he gave himself no rest three sermons on Sunday a night school for young men on Tuesday a cottage lecture on Thursday addresses to school teachers and catechizing at school children with pastoral visits multiplying as his influence extended beyond his own district of Patti Freud common would have been enough to tax severely the powers of a much stronger man mr. Pratt remonstrate with him on his imprudence but could not prevail on him so far to economize time and strength as to keep a horse on some ground or other which his friends found difficult to explain to themselves mr. Tryon seemed bent on wearing himself out his enemies were at no loss to account for such a course the evangelical curates selfishness was clearly of too bad a kind to exhibit itself after the ordinary manner of a sound respectable selfishness he wants to get the reputation of the saint said one he's eaten up with spiritual pride said another he's got his eye on some fine living and wants to creep up the bishops sleeve said a third mr. Stickney of Salem who considered all voluntary discomfort as a remnant of the legal spirit pronounced a severe condemnation on this soft neglect and expressed his fear that mr. Tryon was still far from having attained true Christian Liberty good mr. Jerome eagerly seized this doctrinal view of the subject as a means of enforcing the suggestions of his own benevolence and one cloudy afternoon in the end of November he mounted his roan mare with the determination of riding two pata furred and arguing the point with mr. Tryon the old gentleman's face looked very mournful as he rode along the dismal paddy furred lanes between rows of grimy houses darkened with handlooms while the black dust was whirled about him by the cold November wind he was thinking of the object which had brought him on this afternoon ride and his thoughts according to his habit when alone found vent every now and then inaudible speech it seemed to him as his eyes rested on the scene of mr. Trion's Labor's that he could understand the clergyman's self privation without resorting to mr. stick knees theory of defective spiritual enlightenment do not philosophic doctors tell us that we are unable to discern so much as a tree except by an unconscious cunning which combines many pasts and separate sensations that no one sense is independent of another so that in the dark we can hardly taste a fricassee or tell whether our pipe is alight or not and the most intelligent boy if accommodated with claws or hoofs instead of fingers would be likely to remain on the lowest form if so it is easy to understand that our discernment of men's motives must depend on the completeness of the elements we can bring from our own susceptibility and our own experience see to it friend before you pronounce a too hasty judgment that your own moral sensibilities are not of a hoofed or clawed character the keenest eye will not serve unless you have the delicate fingers with their subtle nerve filaments which he lewd scientific lenses and lose themselves in the invisible world of human sensations as for mr. Jerome he drew the elements of his moral vision from the depths of his veneration and pity if he himself felt so much for these poor things to whom life was so dim and meagre what must the clergyman feel who had undertaken before God to be their Shepherd ha he whispered interrupted Lee it's too big a load for his conscience poor man he wants to mek himself there brother like can't abide to preach to the fastin on a full stomach ha he's better nor we are that's it he's a deal better now we are here mr. Jerome shook his bridle violently and looked up with an air of moral courage as if mr. Stickney had been present and liable to take offence at this conclusion a few minutes more brought him in front of mrs. Wagstaff's where mr. Tryon lodged he had often been here before so that the contrast between this ugly square brick house with its shabby bit of grass plot stared at all round by cottage windows and his own pretty white home set in a paradise of orchard and garden and pasture was not new to him but he felt it with fresh force today as he slowly fastened his rome by the bridle to the wooden paling and knocked at the door mr. Tryon was at home and sent to request that mr. Jerome would walk up into his study as the fire was out in the parlor below at the mention of a clergyman study perhaps you're too active imagination conjures up a perfect snugger II where the general air of comfort is rescued from a secular character by strong ecclesiastical suggestions in the shape of the furniture the pattern of the carpet and the prints on the wall where if a nap is taken it is an easy chair with the Gothic back and the very feet rest on a warm and velvety simulation of church windows where the pure art of rigorous English Protestantism smiles above the mantelpiece in the portrait of an eminent bishop or a refined Anglican tastes as indicated by a German print from over back where the walls are lined with choice divinity in sombre binding and the light is softened by a screen of boughs with a grey church in the background but I must beg you to dismiss all such scenic prettiness suitable as they may be to a clergyman's character and complexion for I have to confess that mr. trans study was a very ugly little room indeed with an ugly slapdash pattern on the walls an ugly carpet on the floor and an ugly view of cottage ruth's and cabbage gardens from the window his own person his writing-table and his bookcase were the only objects in the room that had the slightest air of refinement and the sole provision for comfort was a clumsy straight-backed armchair covered with faded chintz the man who could live in such a room unconstrained by poverty must either have his vision fed from within by an intense passion or he must have chosen that least attractive form of self-mortification which wears no hair cloth and has no meager days but accepts the vulgar the commonplace and the ugly whenever the highest duty seems to lie among them mr. Tryon I hope you'll excuse me disturbing on you said mr. Jerome but I so much particular to say you don't disturb me at all mr. Jerome I'm very glad to have a visit from you said Mr Tryon shaking him heartily by the hand and offering him the chintz covered easy chair it's some time since I've had an opportunity of seeing you except on a Sunday ah sir your time so taken up I'm well aware of that it's not only what you have to do but it's going a boat from place to place and you don't keep a horse mr. Tryon you don't take care enough of yourself you don't indeed and that's what I come to talk to you about that's very good of you mr. Jerome but I assure you I think walking does mean no harm it is rather a relief to me after speaking or writing you know I have no great circuit to make the farthest distance I have to walk is to Milby church and if ever I want a horse on the Sunday I hire Radleys who lives not many hundred yards from me well but now the winter is coming on and you'll get wetter your feet and pratt tells me as your constitution delicate as anybody may see for the matter of that without being a doctor and this is the light I look at it in mr. Tryon who's to fill up your place if you was to be disabled as I may say consider what a valuable life yours is you've begun a great work in lb and so you might carry it on if you'd your health and strength the more care you take it yourself the longer you'll live be like God willing to do good to your fellow creatures why my dear mr. Jerome I think I should not be a long-lived man in any case and if I were to take care of myself under the pretext of doing more good I should very likely die and leave nothing done after all well but keeping the Hoss wouldn't hinder you from working it had helped you to do more though Pratt says as it's using your voice so constant as does you the most harm now isn't it I'm no scholar mr. Tryon and I'm not a going to dictate to you but isn't it almost to killing of yourself to go on it that way beyond your strength we mustn't fling our lives away no not fling them away lightly but we are permitted to lay down our lives in our right cause there are many duties as you know mr. Jerome which stand before taking care of our own lives I can't argue with you mr. Tryon but what I wanted to say is this there's my little chase net Hoss I should take it quite a kindness if you'd have him through the winter and ride him I've thought of selling him a many times for mrs. Jerome can't abide him and what do I want with two nags but I'm fond of the little chase nut and I shouldn't like to sell him so if you'll only ride him for me you'll do me a kindness you will indeed mr. Tryon Thank You mr. Jerome I promise you to ask for him when I feel that I want a nag there is no man I would more gladly be indebted to than you but at present I would rather not have a horse I should write him very little and it would be an inconvenience to me to keep him rather than other mr. Jerome looked troubled and hesitating as if he had something on his mind that would not readily shape itself into words at last he said you'll excuse me mr. Tryon I wouldn't be taken a Liberty but I know what great claims you have on you as a clergyman is it they expense mr. Tryon is it the money no my dear sir I have much more than a single man needs my way of living is quite of my own choosing and I am doing nothing but what I feel bound to do quite apart from money considerations we cannot judge for one another you know we have each our peculiar weaknesses and temptations I quite admit that it might be right for another man to allow himself more luxuries and I assure you I think it no superiority and myself to do without them on the contrary of my heart were less rebellious and if I were less liable to temptation I should not need that sort of self-denial but added mr. Tryon holding out his hand to mr. Jerome I understand your kindness and bless you for it if I want a horse I shall ask for the chest nap mr. Jerome was obliged to rest contented with this promise and rode home sorrowfully reproaching himself with not having said one thing he meant to say when setting out and with having clean forgot the arguments he had intended to quote from mr. Stickney mr. Jerome's was not the only mind that was seriously disturbed by the idea that the cure it was overworking himself there were tender women's hearts in which anxiety about the state of his affections was beginning to be merged in anxiety about the state of his health miss Eliza Pratt had at one time passed through much sleepless cogitation on the possibility of mr. trans being attached to some lady at a distance at laxity perhaps where he had formerly held accuracy and her fine eyes kept close watch lest any symptom of engaged affections on his part should escape her it seemed an alarming fact that his handkerchiefs were beautifully marked with hair until she reflected that he had an unmarried sister of whom he spoke with much affection as his father's companion and comfort her besides mr. Tryon had never paid any distant visit except one for a few days to his father and no hint escaped him of his intending to take a house or change his mode of living no he could not be engaged though he might have been disappointed but this latter misfortune is one from which a devoted clergyman has been known to recover by the aid of a fine pair of gray eyes that beam on him with affectionate reverence before Christmas however her cogitations began to take another turn she heard her father say very confidently that Trion was consumptive and if he didn't take more care of himself his life would not be worth a year's purchase and shame at having speculated on suppositions that were likely to prove so false sent poor miss Eliza's feelings with all the stronger impetus into the one channel of sorrowful alarm at the prospect of losing the pastor who had opened to her a new life of piety and self subjection it is a sad weakness in us after all that the thought of a man's death Hallows him anew to us as if life were not sacred too as if it were comparatively a light thing to fail in love and reverence to the brother who has to climb the whole toilsome steep with us and all our tears and tenderness were due to the one who has spared that hard journey the miss limits to were beginning to take a new view of the future entirely uncoloured by jealousy of miss Eliza Pratt did you notice said Mary one afternoon when mrs. Pettyfer was taking tea with them did you notice that short dry cough of mr. trans yesterday I think he looks worse and worse every week and I only wish I knew his sister I would write to her about I sure something should be done to make him give up part of his work and he will listen to no one here said missus Pettyfer is a thousand pities his father and sister can't come and live with him if he isn't to marry but I wish with all my heart he could have taken to some nice woman as would have made a comfortable home for him I used to think he might take too Eliza Pratt she's a good girl and very pretty but I see no likelihood of it now no indeed said Rebekah with some emphasis mr. Trant heart is not for any woman to win it is all given to his work and I could never wish to see him with a young inexperienced wife who would be a drag on him instead of a helpmate he'll need have somebody young or old observed mrs. lineThe to see as he wears a flannel weskit and changes his stockings when he comes in it's my opinion he's got that cough was sitting in wet shoes and stockings and that mrs. Wagstaff Sapor adil headed thing she doesn't have Tek care on him Oh mother said Rebecca she's a very pious woman and I'm sure she thinks it's too great a privilege to have mr. Tryon with her not to do the best she can to make him comfortable she can't help her rooms being shabby I have nothing to say again her piety My dear but I know very well I shouldn't like her to cook my Vittel when a man comes in hungry and tired piety won't feed him I reckon hard carrots a lie heavy on his stomach piety or no piety and I called in one day when she was dishing up mr. trains dinner and I could see that potatoes was as watery as watery it's right enough to be spiritual I'm no enemy to that but I like my potatoes mealy I don't see as anybody will go to heaven the sooner for not digesting their dinner providing they don't die sooner as may have mr. Tryon will poor dear man it will be a heavy day for us all when that comes to pass said mrs. Pettyfer we shall never get anybody to fill up that gap there's the new clergyman that's just come to Shepperton mr. Perry I saw him the other day and mrs. bonds he may be a very good man the fine preacher they say he is but I thought to myself what a difference between him and mr. Tryon he's a sharp sort of looking man and hasn't that feeling way with him that mr. Tryon has what is so wonderful to me at mr. Tryon is the way he puts himself on a level with one and talks to one like a brother I'm never afraid of telling him anything he never seems to look down on anybody he knows how to lift up those that are cast down if ever man did yes said marry and when I see all the faces turned up to him in Pattie for church I often think how hard it would be for any clergyman who had to come after him he has made the people love him so end of chapter 11 of Janet's repentance chapter 12 of Janet's repentance from scene of clerical life by George Eliot this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by bruce pirie chapter 12 in her occasional visits to her near neighbor mrs. Pettyfer too old a friend to be shunned because she was a try a night janet was obliged sometimes to hear allusions to mr. Tryon and even to listen to his praises which she usually met with playful incredulity ah well she answered one day I like dear old mr. Crewe and his pipes a great deal better than your mr. Tryon and his gospel when I was a little toddle mr. and mrs. crew used to let me play about in their garden and have a swing between the great elm trees because mother had no garden I like people who are kind kindness is my religion and that's the reason I like you dear mrs. Pettyfer though you are a troy a knight but that's mr. Trion's religion too at least partly this nobody can give himself up more – doing good amongst the poor and he thinks of their bodies – as well as their souls oh yes yes but then he talks about faith and grace and all that making people believe they are better than others and that God loves them more than he does the rest of the world I know he has put a great deal of that into Sally Martin's head and it has done her no good at all she was as nice honest patient a girl as need be before and now she fancies she has new light and new wisdom I don't like those notions you mistake him indeed you do My dear mrs. Dempster I wish you'd go and hear him preach hear him preach why you wicked woman you would persuade me to disobey my husband would you Oh shocking I shall run away from you goodbye a few days after this conversation however Janet went to Sally Martin's about three o'clock in the afternoon the pudding that had been sent in for herself and mammy struck her as just the sort of delicate morsel the poor consumptive girl would be likely to fancy and in her usual impulsive way she had started up from the dinner table at once put on her bonnet and set off with a coverage plateful to the neighbouring street when she entered the house there was no one to be seen but in the little side room where Sally lay Janet heard a voice it was one she had not heard before but she immediately guessed it to be mr. trans her first impulse was to set down her plate and go away but mrs. Martin might not be in and then there would be no one to give Sally that delicious bit of pudding so she stood still and was obliged to hear what mr. Tryon was saying he was interrupted by one of the invalids violent fits of coughing it is very hard to bear is it not he said when she was still again yet God seems to support you under it wonderfully pray for me Sally of the time may have strength to when the hour of great suffering comes it is one of my worst weaknesses to shrink from bodily pain and I think the time is perhaps not far off when I shall have to bear what you are bearing but now I have tired you we have talked enough goodbye Janet was surprised and forgot her wish not to encounter mr. Tryon the tone and the words were so unlike what she had expected to hear there was none of the self-satisfied unction of the teacher quoting or exhorting or expounding for the benefit of the hearer but a simple appeal for help a confession of weakness mr. Tryon had his deeply felt troubles then mr. tryin to like herself knew what it was to tremble at a 14 trial to shudder at an impending burden heavier than he felt able to bear the most brilliant deed of virtue could not have inclined Janet's goodwill towards mr. Tryon so much as this fellowship in suffering and the softening thought was in her eyes when he appeared in the doorway pale weary and depressed the sight of Janet standing there with the entire absence of self-consciousness which belongs to a new and vivid impression made him start and pause a little their eyes met and they looked at each other gravely for a few moments then they bowed and mr. Tryon passed out there is a power in the direct glance of a sincere and loving human soul which will do more to dissipate prejudice and Kindle charity than the most elaborate arguments the fullest exposition of mr. Tryon's doctrine might not have sufficed to convince Janet that he had not an odious of complacency in believing himself a peculiar child of God but one direct pathetic look of his had dissociated him with that conception forever this happened late in the autumn not long before Sally Martin died Janet mentioned her new impression to no one for she was afraid of arriving at a still more complete contradiction of her former ideas we have all of us considerable regard for our past self and are not fond of casting reflections on that respected individual by a total negation of his opinions Janet could no longer think of mr. Tryon without sympathy but she still shrank from the idea of becoming his hearer and admirer that was a reversal of the past which was as little accordant with her inclination as her circumstances and indeed this interview with mr. Tryon was soon thrust into the background of poor Janet's memory by the daily thickening miseries of her life end of chapter 12 of Janet's repentance

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