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"Fanny Magenis stops with her mother, who sells small coal and potatoes, most likely, in Islington-town, hard by London, though she's always bragging of her father's ships, and pointing them out to us as they go up the river: and Mrs. Kirk and her children will stop here in Bethesda Place, to be nigh to her favourite preacher, Dr. Ramshorn. Mrs.
Ramshorn, who, belonging, as I have said, to the profession, had strong opinions as to the wickedness of not going to church. It was of no use, he said to himself, trying to upset her ideas, for to succeed would only be to make her miserable, and his design was to make the race happy.
Their social superiors stood the longest aloof chiefly because the lady had been a governess, and yet had behaved so like one of themselves; they thought it well to give her a lesson. Most of them, however, not willing to offend the leading doctor in the place, yielded and called. Two elderly spinsters and Mrs. Ramshorn did not. The latter declared she did not believe they were married.
Ramshorn was more silent than usual as they went home, and although not having acquainted herself, amongst others, with the sermons of Latimer she was profoundly convinced that such preaching was altogether contrary to the tradition, usage, and tone of the English Church, of which her departed dean remained to her the unimpeachable embodiment and type, the sole remark she made was, that Mr.
Wingfold, I never allow any such foolish jests in my hearing. It was a DOOR-keeper the Psalmist said and to the house of God, not a nobleman's park." "A verger, I suppose," thought Wingfold. "Seriously, Mrs. Ramshorn, that poor little atom of a creature is the wisest man I know," he said. "Likely enough, in YOUR judgment, Mr. Wingfold," said the dean's widow, and drew herself up.
Ramshorn's niece, Helen Lingard by name, who for many years had lived with her aunt, adding, if not to the comforts of the housekeeping, for Mrs. Ramshorn was plentifully enough provided for the remnant of her abode in this world, yet considerably to the style of her menage.
If God were to forget for one moment, the universe would grow black vanish rush out again from the realm of law and order into chaos and night." "But I have been wicked." "The more need you have, if possible, of your Father in heaven." Here Mrs. Ramshorn beckoned the attendance of the curate where she sat a few yards off on the other side of Leopold.
Wingfold looked up, and seeing who it was approaching them, said, "Oh! that is Mr. Polwarth, who keeps the park gate." "Nobody can well mistake him," returned Mrs. Ramshorn. "Everybody knows the creature." "Few people know him really," said Wingfold. "I HAVE heard that he is an oddity in mind as well as in body," said Mrs. Ramshorn. "He is a friend of mine," rejoined the curate.
Here Mrs. Ramshorn woke, and the subject was dropped, leaving Mr. Wingfold in some perplexity as to this young man and his talk, and what the phenomenon signified. Was heathenism after all secretly cherished, and about to become fashionable in English society? He saw little of its phases, and for what he knew it might be so. Helen sat down to the piano.
They are sure to go up." "No!" "Twelve Hundred Cowcaddens' Water, with an issue of new stock next week?" "Not if they disseminated the Ganges!" "A thousand Ramshorn Gas four per cent guaranteed until the act?" "Not if they promised twenty, and melted down the sun in their retort!" "Blawweary Iron? Best spec. going." "No, I tell you once for all!
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