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In the meantime, enough of liberty will remain to make our old-age tolerably comfortable; and to your last gasp you will remain in the perennial and pleasing delusion that the Whigs are coming in, and will expire mistaking the officiating clergyman for a King's Messenger." While the new Rectory House at Foston was building, the Rector was wholly engrossed in the work.
Sixteen years later, when he lay dying and half-conscious, the cry "Douglas, Douglas!" was constantly on his lips. The prebendal stall at Bristol carried with it the incumbency of Halberton, near Tiverton; and Sydney Smith exchanged the living of Foston for that of Combe Florey in Somerset, which could be held conjointly with Halberton.
Foston Rowe studied the menu disapprovingly. "Hors d'oeuvres," she declared, "I never touch. No one knows how long they've been opened. Bouillon I will have some bouillon, steward." "In one moment, madam." The Professor just then came ambling along towards the table. "I fear that I am a few moments late," he remarked, as he took the chair next to Mrs. Foston Rowe.
"Pray allow me, madam," he begged. "The steward was to blame." Mrs. Foston Rowe did not hesitate for a moment. She broke up some toast in the bouillon and commenced to sip it. "Your politeness will at least teach them a lesson," she said. "I am used to travel by the P. & O. and from what I have seen of this steamer " The spoon suddenly went clattering from her fingers.
I feel as if I had lost a limb, and were walking about with one leg and nobody pities this description of invalids." Three weeks later, Lord Chancellor Lyndhurst, yielding to private friendship what the Whigs had refused to political loyalty, appointed the Rector of Foston to a Prebendal Stall in Bristol Cathedral.
He abode in the Scottish capital for about five years, during which he married, and then removed to London, where he again did duty of various kinds, lectured on Moral Philosophy, and, when the Grenville administration came in, received a fairly valuable Yorkshire living, that of Foston.
His gaiety does not get on one's nerves as does that of some perhaps most professional jokers: neither, as is too frequently the case with them, does it bore. But the following specimens are fairly representative. They were written at an interval of about ten years: the first from Foston, the second from Combe Florey.
We therefore think, in spite of all the apologies with which he has prefaced his advice, that a more judicious topic might easily have been selected. A sermon preached before His Grace the Archbishop of York, and the clergy, at Malton, at the Visitation, Aug., 1809. By the Rev. Sydney Smith, A.M., Rector of Foston, in Yorkshire, and late Fellow of New College, Oxford. Carpenter, 1809.
"When I began to thump the cushion of my pulpit, on first coming to Foston, as is my wont when I preach, the accumulated dust of a hundred and fifty years made such a cloud, that for some minutes I lost sight of my congregation." His Bible-class for boys was affectionately remembered sixty years afterwards.
His reading, and manner in the pulpit, were described to me as having been 'bold and impressive. As soon as the sermon was over, he would hasten out of the church along with his hearers, and chat with the farmers about their turnips, or cattle, or corn-crops, being anxious to utilize his scant opportunities of conversing with his parishioners.... There was until lately living in this parish an old man aged eighty, who was proud of telling how he was invited over to Foston to 'brew for Sydney, as he affectionately called him."
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