He and Mr. W. both bottled up their wrath for that
time, but it was only to explode with redoubled force at a future
period. We had two sermons on dissent, and its consequences, preached
last Sunday--one in the afternoon by Mr. W., and one in the evening by
Mr. C. All the Dissenters were invited to come and hear, and they
actually shut up their chapels, and came in a body; of course the
church was crowded. Mr. W. delivered a noble, eloquent, High-Church,
Apostolical-Succession discourse, in which he banged the Dissenters
most fearlessly and unflinchingly. I thought they had got enough for
one while, but it was nothing to the dose that was thrust down their
throats in the evening. A keener, cleverer, bolder, and more heart-
stirring harangue than that which Mr. C. delivered from Haworth
pulpit, last Sunday evening, I never heard. He did not rant; he did
not cant; he did not whine; he did not sniggle; he just got up and
spoke with the boldness of a man who was impressed with the truth of
what he was saying, who has no fear of his enemies, and no dread of
consequences. His sermon lasted an hour, yet I was sorry when it was
done. I do not say that I agree either with him, or with Mr. W.,
either in all or in half their opinions. I consider them bigoted,
intolerant, and wholly unjustifiable on the ground of common sense.
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