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"My dear Sheffield," said Charles, "you have cut your own throat. Here you have been trying to give a sense to the clerical dress, and cannot; are you then prepared to call it a sham? Answer me this single question Why does a clergyman wear a surplice when he reads prayers? Nay, I will put it more simply Why can only a clergyman read prayers in church? Why cannot I?"
Owing to house shortage in Sheffield, two wooden pigsties are being inhabited, one by a man and his wife and two children, and the other by a man and his wife. Both men are discharged soldiers.
A small man, with gimlet-like black eyes and a heavy moustache, at which he had been tugging nervously during Peter Dale's remarks, plunged into the discussion. His name was Abraham Weavel and he came from Sheffield. "Coal's all very well," he declared, "but I speak for the ironfounders.
But they were not laughing with this man they were laughing at him. To them a man who talked after this fashion was either raving drunk or raving crazy. "You are Yale men, I presume," said Peter, finishing his highball and preparing another. They laughed again. "Na-ah." "So? I thought perhaps you might be members of that lowly section of the university known as the Sheffield Scientific School."
"Well, I don't deny," said Sheffield, "that if Dean Shipton was a sound member of the Church, Dr. Priestley might have been also. But my doubt is, whether, if the Tractarian school had not risen, Priestley might not have been, had he lived to this time, I will not say a positively sound member, but sound enough for preferment."
It was because he always had a high ideal of the pulpit, and was striving to come up to it, and because he went to the pulpit with that preparation which alone makes any preaching effective, and which will make it mighty forever." To Rev. Henry W. Bellows. SHEFFIELD, Feb. 26, 1849. MY DEAR BELLOWS, I came from Albany to-day at noon, and have had but this afternoon to reflect upon your letter.
This distraction was almost over; he told himself it was time he pulled himself together again; and on a March morning he went out, returned again with two great bunches of yellow daffodils, placed one bunch on his mantelpiece between the Sheffield sticks and the other on the table before him, and took out the half-completed manuscript of Romilly Bishop.
The conspirators discussed the scheme at every opportunity during the day, and imparted it to the rest of the crew. Some of them suggested objections, but all of them were willing to take part in the enterprise, for they were so utterly disgusted with the course of Mr. Fluxion, that anything was preferable to submission. "Suppose we get ashore," said Sheffield.
"The guardian oak Mourn'd o'er the roof it shelter'd: the thick air Labour'd with doleful sounds." ELLIOTT of Sheffield. MANY days had passed, and Alice was still alone; but she had heard twice from Maltravers. The letters were short and hurried. One time his father was better, and there were hopes; another time, and it was not expected that he could survive the week.
Ahem! when you told me of those rocks in the foundation of the house, you did not expect this "sermon in stones.". . . To William Cullen Bryant. SHEFFIELD, May 13, 1854. For a long time it was the "Christian Register" alone that had it, and I used to throw it out of the window to air. Now I perceive the same thing in other papers, and at length it has reached the "Post." It is a stink, sir.
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