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In less than five minutes Horace was at Miss Crisp's, imploring her assistance. The warm-hearted little lady undertook the duty without a moment's hesitation, and from that night, and for a fortnight to come, hardly quitted her friend's bedside.
Moore, he had got L100 for me together, which I was glad of, guessing that the profits of this month would come to L100. In the evening I went all alone to drink at Mr. Harper's, where I found Mrs. Crisp's daughter, with whom and her friends I staid and drank, and so with W. Hewer by coach to Worcester House, where I light, sending him home with the L100 that I received to-day.
That truth, which I suspect had hitherto been rejected by Captain Grey, came home with force to his heart, and I heard him say as he took Mr Crisp's hand, "I believe! I believe! and I pray that He will help my unbelief."
In the first place, while Crisp's pilgrim starts off with a pack on his back of luggage for his journey, Bunyan's pilgrim had as his pack the burden of guilt which is original sin. Second, Crisp's pilgrim soon gives up confidence in human leadership having discovered a measure of the Light.
11th. I rose to-day without any pain, which makes me think that my pain yesterday was nothing but from my drinking too much the day before. To my Lord this morning, who did give me order to get some things ready against the afternoon for the Admiralty where he would meet. To the Privy Seal, and from thence going to my own house in Axeyard, I went in to Mrs. Crisp's, where I met with Mr.
He was on his road, he said, to Mr Crisp's missionary station, to bring away his daughter Letty, and Rose, if her parents would allow her to accompany him; and he was very happy to find that they were already with us. He had heard rumours of the disaffected state of the Indians in the neighbourhood of the station, and was unwilling to allow his daughter to remain longer there.
Musique practice: thence to the Trinity House to conclude upon our report of Sir N. Crisp's project, who came to us to answer objections, but we did give him no ear, but are resolved to stand to our report; though I could wish we had shewn him more justice and had heard him.
"And she, of course she's quite knocked up?" said he, with a groan. "No. Miss Crisp's taking a nap, that's all; and mother's keeping watch next door." Booms sat very uncomfortably, not knowing what fresh topic to discourse on. But an inspiration seized him presently. "Oh, I see you're crying," he said. "You're in trouble, too." "So I am," said Jemima. "Something I've done, I suppose?" said Booms.
Tudor Crisp's estate. He happened to be in San Francisco, and, seeing Mr. Carteret's name in the morning paper, had ventured to call. "And you, sir," said the father softly, "did you know my son?" Dick admitted that he had known himself slightly. "A friend, perhaps? You are an Englishman." Dick pulled his beard. "Ah!" sighed the father, "I understand.
It received immediate recognition and in due time was acclaimed the greatest religious book produced in England. I happened upon it in the Friends Historical Library at Swarthmore College twenty years ago. They then had four copies. Today they have more than a dozen. How does Stephen Crisp's theology differ from that of Bunyan's?
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