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Barchester Towers

Chapter 6 WAR

Word Count: 4456    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

oke issued from the uplifted beaver as it were a cloud of wrath, and the safety-valve of his anger opened, and emitted a visible steam, preventing positive explosion and probably apoplexy. 'Good heav

l ever like that Mr S

awed their assent. The old bells of the tower, in chiming the hour, echoed the words; and the swallows flying out from their nests mutely

ie either,' sa

is feelings as to the lady who had been named. The ravens and the last lingering notes of the clock bells were less scrupulous, and repeated

the wife of the bishop of Barchester had been thus designated, in the close

,' suggested Mr Harding, having ackn

or the nonce was not capable of more

he has always had the reputation of a clever man. I suppose h

n low enough to talk about Dr Proudie; but he saw that he would have to talk about the other members of his household, the coadjutor bishops, who had brought his lordship down, as it were, in a box, and were about to handle the wires as they willed. This in itself was a terrible vexation to the archdeacon. Could he have ignored the chaplain, and have fought the

lope would walk triumphant over the field, and

talk about Mr Slope, and write about Mr Slope, and in all matters treat with Mr Slope, as a being standing, in some degree, on ground si

ial creature that ever I set my

the b

got ordained!-they'll ordain anybody now, I know; but he's been in the ch

mean Mr

any animal less

t myself much disp

ens again cawed an echo; 'of course you don't like him; it'

im?' asked

and there he'll stay. He has put his foot in that palace, and he will n

ose he can do

nt opinion before a month is gone. What would you say now, i

aid he didn't think the new bishop

l you that that man, to all intents and purposes, will be Bishop of Barchester;' and ag

nday schools in the diocese, and Sunday travelling too: I never in my life met his equa

Mrs Proudie the worst

rd

so much disliked: '"Sabbath travelling!" Those are the sort of men who will ruin the Church of England, and make the profession of clergyman disreputable. It is not the dissenters or the papists that we should fear, but the set of

y to himself, 'What were they to do with Mr Slope?' How was he openly, befo

t candles on their altars, either lighted or unlighted; they made no private genuflexions, and were contented to confine themselves to such ceremonial observances as had been in vogue for the last hundred years. The services were decently and demurely read in their parish churches, chanting was confined to the cathedral, and the science of intoning was unknown. One young man who had come direct from Oxford as a curate at Plumstead had, after the lapse of tw

e it behoved him, Dr Grantly, to be of the very highest. Dr Proudie would abolish all forms and ceremonies, and therefore Dr Grantly felt the sudden necessity of multiplying them. Dr Proudie

y alter his own fashion of dress, but he could people Barchester with young clergymen dressed in the longest frocks, and the highest breasted silk waistcoats. He certainly was not prepared to cross

of the two must be annihilated as far as the city of Barchester was concerned; and he did not intend to give way until there was not left to him an inch of ground on which he could stand.

st call at the pala

I dare say "the horses" won't find it convenient to come to Plum

l. I don't think Eleanor would ge

, might not be at all binding on the widow of John Bold. 'Not the slightest reason on earth why she should do so, if she doesn't like

going to his daughter's house, and the archd

y did not use quite such strong language as Dr Grantly had done, they felt as much personal aversion, and were quite as well aware as he was

g him. When he had first reviewed the carte de pays, previous to his entry into Barchester, the idea had occurred to him of conciliating the archdeacon, of cajoling and flattering him into submission, and of obtaining the upper hand by cunning instead of courage. A little inquiry, however, sufficed to convince him that all his cunning would

to be the Honourable and Reverend Dr Vesey Stanhope, who at this time was very busy on the shores of Lake Como, adding to that unique collection of butterflies for which he is so famous. Or, rather, he would hav

Slope ought to have been gratified. I have reason to think that he was gratified, and that he

the throne, ascending with its numerous grotesque pinnacles, half-way up to the rood of the choir, had been washed, and dusted, and rubbed, and it all looked very smart. Ah! How often sitting there, in happy ear

the prebendaries might be away in Italy or elsewhere, their places were filled by brethren, who flocked into Barchester on the occasion. The dean was there, a heavy old man, now too old, indeed, to attend frequently in his place; and so w

a manner, which is still to be found at Barchester, but, if my taste be correct, is to be found nowhere else. The litany of Barchester cathedral has long been the special task to which Mr Harding's skill and voice have been devoted. Crowded audiences generally make good performer

hy, as to the conduct necessary in a spiritual pastor and guide, and it was

uch a place, it may be supposed that such a preacher would be listened to by such an audience. He was listened to with breathless attention, and not without considerable surprise. Wha

write, I am to a certain extent forced to speak of sacred things. I trust, however, that I shall not be thought to scoff at the pulpit, though some may imagine that I do not fee

which that prelate would rejoice to see in the clergymen now brought under his jurisdiction. It is only necessary to say, that the peculiar points insisted on were exactly those which were most distasteful to the clergy of the diocese, and most averse to their practices and opinions; and tha

arguments from afar. His object was to express his abomination of all ceremonious modes of utterance, to cry down any religious feeling which might be excited, not by the sense, but by the sound of words, and in fact to insult the cathedral practices. Had St Paul spoken of rightly

was aware, he said, that the practices of our ancestors could not be abandoned at a moment's notice; the feelings of the aged would be outraged, and the minds of respectable men would be shocked. There were many, he was aware, of not sufficient calibre of thought to perceive, of not sufficient education to know, that a mode of service, which was effective when outward ceremonies were of more moment than inward feelings, had become all but barbarous at a time when inward conviction was everything, when each word of the minister's lips should fa

, with a full conviction of their excellence for all intended purposes! This too from such a man, a clerical parvenu, a man without a cure, a mere chaplain, an intruder among them; a fellow raked up, so said Dr Grantly, from the gutters of Mary

nd his place in a lecture-room, and there pour forth jejune words and useless empty phrases, and he will pour them forth to empty benches. Let a barrister attempt to talk without talking well, and he will talk but seldom. A judge's charge need be listened to per force by none but the jury, prisoner, and gaoler (sic). A member of parliament can be coughed down or counted out. Town-councillors can be tabooed. But no one can rid himself of the preaching clergyman. He is the bore of the age, the old man whom we Sindbads cannot shake off, the nightma

which you hold there in your hand; but you must pardon me if, in some things, I doubt your interpretation. The bible is good, the prayer-book is good, nay, you yourself would be acceptable, if you would read to me some portion of those time-honoured discourses which our great divines have elaborated in the full maturity of their powers. But you must excus

rd by the privilege of a compelled audience. His sermon is the pleasant morsel of his life, his delicious moment of self-exaltation. 'I have preached nine sermons this week, four the week before. I have preached twenty-three sermons this month. It is really too much.

rds forcibly. He was heard through his thirty minutes of eloquence with mute attention and open ears; but with angry eyes, which glared found form one enraged parson to another, with wide-spread nostrils

st stood on end with terror, gave the blessing in a manner not at all equal to that in which h

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1 Chapter 1 WHO WILL BE THE NEW BISHOP 2 Chapter 2 HIRAM'S HOSPITAL ACCORDING TO ACT OF PARLIAMENT3 Chapter 3 DR AND MRS PROUDIE4 Chapter 4 THE BISHOP'S CHAPLAIN5 Chapter 5 A MORNING VISIT6 Chapter 6 WAR7 Chapter 7 THE DEAN AND CHAPTER TAKE COUNSEL8 Chapter 8 THE EX-WARDEN REJOICES IN HIS PROBABLE RETURN TO THE HOSPITAL9 Chapter 9 THE STANHOPE FAMILY10 Chapter 10 MRS PROUDIE'S RECEPTION-COMMENCED11 Chapter 11 MRS PROUDIE'S RECEPTION-CONCLUDED12 Chapter 12 SLOPE VERSUS HARDING13 Chapter 13 THE RUBBISH CART14 Chapter 14 THE NEW CAMPAIGN15 Chapter 15 THE WIDOW'S SUITORS16 Chapter 16 BABY WORSHIP17 Chapter 17 WHO SHALL BE COCK OF THE WALK 18 Chapter 18 THE WIDOW'S PERSECUTION19 Chapter 19 BARCHESTER BY MOONLIGHT20 Chapter 20 MR ARABIN21 Chapter 21 ST EWOLD'S PARSONAGE22 Chapter 22 THE THORNES OF ULLATHORNE23 Chapter 23 MR ARABIN READS HIMSELF IN AT ST EWOLD'S24 Chapter 24 MR SLOPE'S MANAGES MATTERS VERY CLEVERLY AT PUDDINGDALE25 Chapter 25 FOURTEEN ARGUMENTS IN FAVOUR OF MR QUIVERFUL'S CLAIMS26 Chapter 26 MRS PROUDIE TAKES A FALL27 Chapter 27 A LOVE SCENE28 Chapter 28 MRS BOLD IS ENTERTAINED BY DR AND MRS GRANTLY AT PLUMSTEAD29 Chapter 29 A SERIOUS INTERVIEW30 Chapter 30 ANOTHER LOVE SCENE31 Chapter 31 THE BISHOP'S LIBRARY32 Chapter 32 A NEW CANDIDATE FOR ECCLESIASTICAL HONOURS33 Chapter 33 MRS PROUDIE VICTRIX34 Chapter 34 OXFORD-THE MASTER AND TUTOR OF LAZARUS35 Chapter 35 MISS THORNE'S FETE CHAMPETRE36 Chapter 36 ULLATHORNE SPORTS-ACT I37 Chapter 37 THE SIGNORA NERONI, THE COUNTESS DE COURCY, AND MRS PROUDIE MEET EACH OTHER AT ULLATHORNE38 Chapter 38 THE BISHOP SITS DOWN TO BREAKFAST, AND THE DEAN DIES39 Chapter 39 THE LOOKALOFTS AND THE GREENACRES40 Chapter 40 ULLATHORNE SPORTS-ACT II41 Chapter 41 MRS BOLD CONFIDES HER SORROW TO HER FRIEND MISS STANHOPE42 Chapter 42 ULLATHORNE SPORTS-ACT III43 Chapter 43 MR AND MRS QUIVERFUL ARE MADE HAPPY. MR SLOPE ENCOURAGED BY THE PRESS44 Chapter 44 MRS BOLD AT HOME45 Chapter 45 THE STANHOPES AT HOME46 Chapter 46 MR SLOPE'S PARTING INTERVIEW WITH THE SIGNORA47 Chapter 47 THE DEAN ELECT48 Chapter 48 MISS THORNE SHOWS HER TALENT FOR MATCH-MAKING49 Chapter 49 THE BEELZEBUB COLT50 Chapter 50 THE ARCHDEACON IS SATISFIED WITH THE STATE OF AFFAIRS51 Chapter 51 MR SLOPE BIDS FAREWELL TO THE PALACE AND ITS INHABITANTS52 Chapter 52 THE NEW DEAN TAKES POSSESSION OF THE DEANERY AND THE NEW WARDEN OF THE HOSPITAL53 Chapter 53 CONCLUSION