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I attended in London a meeting called by the "Liberty and Property Defense League," to listen to a denunciation of Socialism by W. H. Mallock, a master sophist of Roman Catholicism; upon the platform were a bishop and half a dozen members of the Anglican clergy, together with the secretary of the Federated Brewers' Association, the Secretary of the Wine, Spirit, and Beer Trade Association, and three or four other alcoholic magnates.
I took the letter he gave me into the Great Chamber to read it, and was astonished at its contents. There were but four lines in it. "Mr. Mallock," it ran, "come immediately that is to-morrow. The Lord hath delivered them into our hands. Ride by Amwell; and go through the place slowly between eleven and twelve with no servant near." And it was signed with his initials only.
Mallock" he said; and put out his hand to be kissed. Then, before I could say anything, he had me down in a chair, and himself in another, and was beginning to talk. "It is a bloody business," he said sorrowfully "a very bloody business. But what else could be done? If I had not consented, I would be no longer King; but off on my travels again; and all England in confusion.
He too will be off to Holland, I think." He shook his head, smiling. "I am sorry not to be able to give you vengeance for that cleaver-throwing; but you must wait awhile." "Wait?" cried I. "What single name do you know besides that of Rumbald, which was certainly involved in this affair? Why, Mr. Mallock, you yourself have told me that he observed discretion so far; and did not name a single man."
He now began to open his mind with great freedom, gave a particular account of the vessel, where they had taken in their cargo at France, and what it consisted of; the day they sailed, and the time they were on their passage; and at last concluded with acquainting them they had landed and concealed part of their valuable cargo in the out-houses of Squire Mallock, of Cockington, and the remainder in those of Squire Cary, of Tor-abbey, both which houses, upon account of their situation on the sea-side, were very noted for such concealments.
Chiffinch had bid me hold myself in readiness, and put aside all else for the further invitations that would surely come. And so it had. I found the house without difficulty; and was shewn into a little parlour near the door; where presently my Lord came to me alone, all smiles. "I am very glad you are come, Mr. Mallock," he said. "I was sure that you would.
It is quite true that the evidence of purpose discernible in the whole structure of the universe proclaims the Deity to be personal; but, as Mr. Mallock says, "the theistic doctrine of God is not a doctrine that the supreme mind acts with purpose, but a doctrine that it acts with purpose of a highly specialised kind" viz., benevolent purpose.
Mallock," said he. It was a sheet of paper, written very closely in His Majesty's own hand, and was headed in capital letters. Then there followed a set of reasons, all numbered, shewing that the Holy Roman Church was none other than the very Church of Christ outside of which there is no salvation. "There, sir," he said when I had done reading it. "What do you think of that?"
"Going to be a monk," said he, "going to be a monk, Roger Mallock. Pray for me, Roger Mallock, when you be a monk." "Sir " He went on as if he had not heard me. "Yes," murmured he. "A very good idea. But you will never do it. Go to Fubbs, Roger Mallock. Fubbs will do it." "For a priest, Sir?" whispered I, scarcely able to believe that he meant it. "Yes," he murmured again, "for a priest.
"I have received very favourable accounts of you, sir. And your letters, which are for the public eye, are perfectly in order. Well; I will remember, Mr. Mallock. Meanwhile you had best not shew yourself at Court in public too much." He put out his hand to be kissed. "And you will give my compliments to my brother James," he said. One of the spaniels snored in his sleep as I went out again.
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