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'E's been 'ere several times lately." Challis looked sharply at the boy, but he gave no sign that he heard what was passing. "Yes; Mr. Crashaw seems rather upset about it." "I'm sorry, sir, but " "Yes; speak plainly," prompted Challis. "I assure you that you will have no cause to regret any confidence you may make to me." "I can't see as it's any business of Mr.
It was the poems of Crashaw, an author he had never read but had always been intending to read. Outside, the driver of his cab was bunching up his head and shoulders together under a large umbrella, upon which the rain spattered. The flanks of the resigned horse glistened with rain. "You needn't talk about cruelty!" he remarked, staring hard at the signboard of an optician opposite.
She went close to it and read the announcement of the Revival services. When she read the names of Thurston and Mr. Crashaw and Miss Avies it seemed to her incredible, and then at the same time as something that she had always expected. "Oh," she cried, "it's coming here!" She was strangely startled as though the sign of Thurston's name was strange forewarning. "What's coming?" asked Miss Toms.
"But he never attends any Sunday school, or place of worship; he has received no instruction in er any sacred subject, though I understand he is able to read; and his time is spent among books which, pardon me, would not, I suppose, be likely to give a serious turn to his thoughts." "Serious?" questioned Challis. "Perhaps I should say 'religious," replied Crashaw.
"But you don't know; you can't conceive the utter, childish absurdity of setting that child to recite the multiplication table with village infants of his own age. Oh! believe me, if you could only guess, you would laugh with me. It's so funny, so inimitably funny." "I fail to see, Mr. Challis," said Crashaw, "that there is anything in any way absurd or or unusual in the proposition."
Those who know the irresistible charm of this girl who gave so charming a portrait of herself to the stranger friend who inquired for a photograph: "I had no portrait now, but am small like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr, and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves," this written in July, 1862 shall be of course familiar with the undeniable originality of her personality, the grace and special beauty of her mind, charm unique in itself, not like any other genius then or now, or in the time before her, having perhaps a little of relationship to the crystal clearness of Crashaw, like Vaughan and Donne maybe, in respect of their lyrical fervour and moral earnestness, yet nevertheless appearing to us freshly with as separate a spirit in her verse creations as she herself was separated from the world around her by the amplitude of garden which was her universe.
It may be that he conceived an image of himself with that child in his arms, the cynosure of a packed congregation.... Crashaw was one of the influences that hastened the Stotts' departure from Stoke. He was so indiscreet. After the christening he would talk. His attitude is quite comprehensible. He, the lawgiver of Stoke, had been thwarted.
"If that's so," put in Mr. Forman, who had been struck by a brilliant idea, "why not bring the child here, and let the Reverend Mr. Crashaw, or myself, put a few general questions to 'im?" "Ye-es," hesitated Crashaw, "that might be done; but, of course, the decision does not rest with us." "It rests with the Local Authority," mused Challis.
"But you cannot confine a child in an asylum on those grounds," he said; "the law does not permit it." "The Church is above the law," replied Crashaw. "Not in these days," said Challis; "it is by law established!" Crashaw began to speak again, but Challis waved him down. "Quite, quite. I see your point," he said, "but I must see this child myself. Believe me, I will see what can be done.
"I then spoke to him of some of the broad principles of the Church's teaching," he continued. "He listened quietly, without interruption, and when I stopped, he prompted me with questions." "One minute!" said Challis. "Tell me; what sort of questions? That is most important." "I do not remember precisely," returned Crashaw, "but one, I think, was as to the sources of the Bible.
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