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Laicus Or the Experiences of a Layman in a Country Parish

Chapter 2 More Diplomacy

Word Count: 1924    |    Released on: 18/11/2017

le in Wheathedge. Though I never liked the country, she did. And I now think that summer

e good-bye. My clients had to conform to the new office hours, 10 to 3, with Saturdays struck off the office calendar, and, in the dog days, Mondays too. Yet I was within call, and business ran smoothly. The country looked brighter than it used to do. I learned to enjoy the glorious sunrise that New Yorkers never see. I discovered that there were other indications of a moonlight night than the fact that the street lamps were not lighted. Harry grew fat and rosy, and his little chuckle developed into a lusty laugh. Jennie's headaches were blown away by the fresh air that came down fro

. Sinclair's she remarked cas

wallows who had made their nests in little chambers curiously constructed under the eaves and hidden among the sheltering leaves; a green sward sweeping down to the road, with a few grand old forest trees scattered carelessly about as though nature had been the landscape gardner; and prettiest of all, a little boy and girl playi

all events the beauty so struck me, like a landscape fresh from the hand of some great artist--as it was indeed, fresh from the hand

Bluebeard very well. But if Mrs. Bluebeard had been a strong minded woman, and had killed her seven husbands, I wonder if the eighth would not have taken a peep. He would

retty little cottage on the hill just opposite the church. I see th

ly find out. It belongs to Charlie Sinc

see the inside of that pretty house. "Jennie," said I, "let's go in and look at the inside of tha

e to call," said the diplomate. "Mr

ew Yorker. I am looking about Wheathedge for a place. I see this place is for

"that's another matter. I have

hould like to know the price o

od," sai

for a sitting-room--which I instantly converted in my imagination into a library--which looked with one window on the river and with another on the mountains. There was a very convenient kitchen built out in a wing from one end of the dining-room, and three chambers over the three downstairs rooms, from the larger one of which, over the sitting-room, we could take in at a gl

ace for $10,000 or rent it for $800. For the summer? No! for the year. He did not care to rent it for the summer, nor to give possession before fall. Would he rent the furniture? Yes, if one wanted it. But that

t till the next February. The dip

irst day of February. I had been in to pay my rent. "J

g to do?" said she

It's high at $2,000.-

o?" said

oulders. I had n

ing to do next s

" said I int

eave her nest to find a home among strangers when God sends her a little bird to be watched an

said I. "I will tell the landlord to-morrow t

thedge," said she. "We did enjoy ourselves s

helped, Jen

king to herself; "no--unless we took

hought of t

sked the diplomate. Sh

d dollars a y

aving of $1,700 a

a fact,"

get a house here; if we did we could stay later and come in to board

built house half freezing you, and when you try to keep warm your air-tight stove half suffocating you; with the road

the snow comes we can easily move back again, as easily as find a new h

nd if his house is in the market, Jennie, we we w

y. I did not pay him any rent. I did not move into the city when the snow came. The diplomate had her own way as she always does. We live in the country; and I--I am very glad of it. I can harness Katie on a pinch

he other day, "don't you want t

the utmost expression

not,

mells

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Laicus Or the Experiences of a Layman in a Country Parish
Laicus Or the Experiences of a Layman in a Country Parish
“This book was not made; it has grown. When three years ago I left the pulpit to engage in literary work and took my seat among the laity in the pews, I found that many ecclesiastical and religious subjects presented a different aspect from that which they had presented when I saw them from the pulpit. I commenced in the CHRISTIAN UNION, in a series of "Letters from a Layman," to discuss from my new point of view some questions which are generally discussed from the clerical point of view alone. The letters were kindly received by the public. To some of the characters introduced I became personally attached. And the series of letters, commenced with the expectation that they might last through six or eight weeks, extended over a period of more than a year and a half--might perhaps have extended to the present it other duties had not usurped my time and thoughts. This was the beginning. But after a time thoughts and characters which presented themselves in isolated forms, and so were photographed for the columns of the newspaper, began to gather in groups. The single threads that had been spun for the weekly issue, wove themselves together in my imagination into the pattern of a simple story, true as to every substantial fact, yet fictitious in all its dress and form. And so out of Letters of Layman grew, I myself hardly know how, this simple story of a layman's life in a country parish.”
1 Preface2 Chapter 1 How I Happened To Go To Wheathedge3 Chapter 2 More Diplomacy4 Chapter 3 We Join The Church5 Chapter 4 The Real Presence6 Chapter 5 Our Church Finances7 Chapter 6 Am 1 A Drone8 Chapter 7 The Field Is The World9 Chapter 8 Mr. Gear10 Chapter 9 I Get My First Bible Scholar11 Chapter 10 The Deacon's Second Service12 Chapter 11 Our Pastor Resigns13 Chapter 12 The Committee On Supply Hold An Informal Meeting14 Chapter 13 Maurice Mapleson Declines To Submit To A Competiti15 Chapter 14 The Supply Committee Hold Their First Formal Meeti16 Chapter 15 Our Christmas At Wheathedge17 Chapter 16 Mr. Gear Again18 Chapter 17 Wanted--A Pastor19 Chapter 18 Our Prayer-Meeting20 Chapter 19 We Are Jilted21 Chapter 20 We Propose22 Chapter 21 Ministerial Salaries23 Chapter 22 Ecclesiastical Financiering24 Chapter 23 Our Donation Party--By Jane Laicus25 Chapter 24 Maurice Mapleson26 Chapter 25 Our Church-Garden27 Chapter 26 Our Temperance Prayer-Meeting28 Chapter 27 Father Hyatt's Story29 Chapter 28 Our Village Library30 Chapter 29 Maurice Mapleson Tries An Experiment31 Chapter 30 Mr. Hardcap's Family Prayers32 Chapter 31 In Darkness33 Chapter 32 God Said, Let There Be Light 34 Chapter 33 A Retrospect