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Advent
The
Relativity
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Relativity
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Foreword ix
Chapter VII, which, though rather vague, after many digressions 148
finally explains why physicists were so attracted by the ether
hypothesis
LIGHT, THE ETHER (Newton, Huygens)
Chapter VIII, which is devoted to the wave theory of light. 162
The patient reader may derive some satisfaction out of an
acquaintance with some very subtle and far-reaching conclusions
developed from an investigation of the strange effect of double
refraction
THE ETHER (continued)
Chapter IX, a perusal of which may help the reader to form a 176
slightly better idea of how “simple” it is to study physics
THE BIRTH OF THE STATIONARY ETHER
Chapter X, the chief merit of which lies in a rather detailed 199
account of the Doppler effect and Michelson’s experiment, and
the chief fault of which is an abundance of soliloquising. In this
chapter the reader finally parts with the ether and is ready for
the theory of relativity
RISE AND FALL OF THE STATIONARY ETHER
CHAPTER XI, in which the author seeks to confuse the patient 233
reader by convincing him of the contradictions of Einstein’s
postulates. As a result, it turns out that they are incompatible
with classical mechanics, and the author asks the reader to
share his profound admiration for Einstein. The first half of the
chapter may seem somewhat difficult, but the reader may find
consolation in the fact that it is the second half that matters
more
EINSTEIN (basic postulates)
CHAPTER XII, which expounds in considerable detail on the 255
postulate of the uniformity of the velocity of light and then
goes over to discuss the concepts of time and simultaneity in
relativity theory
EINSTEIN (simultaneity, time)
Chapter XVI, the last, and in some respects a heretical one. It 317
anathematises photon rockets and sets forth the author’s
ideas on day-dreaming. After this the over-patient reader will
probably fling the book away with a sigh of relief
PHOTON DREAMS
Index 337
Andrei Smilga
January 2021
ix
NEWTON
GALILEO.
THE PRINCIPLE OF RELATIVITY
GALILEO
“I, Galileo Galilei, son of the late Vincenzio A rather lengthy de-
Galilei of Florence, aged seventy years, being scription of Galileo’s
time: the age of the
brought personally to judgement, and kneeling Renaissance.
before you, Most Eminent and Most Reverend
True, as far as scientific heresy was con- A few words about the
Church and its “scien-
cerned, the reformers saw eye to eye with tific” methods.
the Catholics, and the stake in Geneva was
as efficient as the stake in Rome. Especially
frequently the flames leaped up in Spain,
Portugal and Italy, the most powerful strong-
holds of the Catholic Church.
The system of education, which was evolved
and polished over the centuries and com-
pletely subordinated to Rome, was aimed at
imbuing blind faith in authority and dogma
from childhood on. The method to be followed
in investigating a new phenomenon was
simple enough. All one had to do was find an
appropriate passage in the writings of the
“Fathers of the Church”. If the phenomenon
was found to be in contradiction with the texts
— why then, all the worse for the phenomenon!
“To such people,” Galileo wrote in a letter to
Kepler, “philosophy is a kind of book, like the
Aeneid or the Odyssey, where the truth is to
be sought, not in the universe or in nature but
(I use their own words) by comparing texts!…
The first philosopher of the faculty at Pisa…
tried hard with logical arguments, as if they
were magical incantations, to tear down and
argue the new planets out of heaven!”
The method yielded its results. Think of the
number of talented people who wasted their
lives in interpreting some obscure passage
from Thomas of Aquinas (such passages
abound in the writings of the reverend fathers)
or in studying some such “topical” problem as
how the immaculate conception was achieved!
It took an outstanding mind to escape from
the dogmatic prison of scholastics. But in that
case….
*
Paracelsus, born Theophrastus Bombastus von
Hohenheim, a famous physician and alchemist of the
Middle Ages.
†
To be more precise, a falling body deviates to the southeast
(in the Northern hemisphere), but the southerly deviation
is very small as compared with the easterly.
NEWTON
32
*
Though we might say that in this, too, Galileo had in
some respects anticipated Newton.
The evening came when we were to pay our promised visit to the
Roscoes, and just as we were about to set out, the Rev. Mr. Guion
arrived. When he found where we were going, he proposed
returning home; but Mrs. Stevens said, "No, no; you must
accompany us. You may be the means of doing some good; and I
think your Master has sent you for that purpose."
Mr. Roscoe gave us a cordial welcome; but when the name of
Guion was announced, Mrs. Roscoe drew back with a very polite
movement, and became unusually reserved. Conversation flagged,
till Mr. Roscoe mentioned that he had been reading Buchanan's
Christian Researches in Asia, and called our attention to some
passages, which had much interested him:—
"I have returned home," says the writer, "from witnessing a scene
which I shall never forget. At twelve o'clock of this day, being the
great day of the feast, the Moloch of Hindoostan was brought out of
his temple, amidst the acclamations of hundreds of thousands of his
worshippers. When the idol was placed on his throne, a shout was
raised by the multitude, such as I had never before heard. It
continued equable for a few minutes, and then gradually died away.
After a short interval of silence, a murmur was heard at a distance;
all eyes were turned towards the place, and behold, a grove
advancing! A body of men, having green branches in their hands,
approached with great celerity. The people opened a way for them;
and when they had come up to the throne, they fell down before
him that sat thereon, and worshipped. And the multitude again sent
forth a voice like the sound of a great thunder. But the voices I now
heard were not those of melody; for there is no harmony in the
praise of Moloch's worshippers.
"The throne of the idol was placed on a car, about sixty feet in
height, resting on wheels which indented the ground deeply, as they
turned slowly under the ponderous machine. Attached to it were six
cables, by which the people drew it along. Upon the car were the
priests and satellites of the idol, surrounding his throne. I went on in
the procession, close by the tower of Moloch, which, as it was drawn
with difficulty, grated on its many wheels harsh thunder. After a few
minutes it stopped; and now the worship of the god began. A high
priest mounted the car in front of the idol, and pronounced his
obscene stanzas in the ears of the people, who responded at
intervals in the same strain. 'These songs,' said he, 'are the delight
of the god.' After the car had moved some way, a pilgrim announced
that he was ready to offer himself in sacrifice to the idol. He laid
himself down in the road before the car, as it was moving along,
lying on his face, with his arms stretched forward. The multitude
passed round him, leaving the space clear, and he was crushed to
death by the wheels of the car.
"A horrid tragedy was acted on the 12th of September, 1807, at a
place about three miles from Calcutta. A Brahmin died at the
advanced age of ninety-two. He had twelve wives, and three of them
were burned alive with his dead body. Of these three, one was a
venerable lady, having white locks, who had been long known in the
neighbourhood. Not being able to walk, she was carried in a
palanquin to the place of burning, and was then placed by the
priests on the funeral pile. The two other ladies were younger; one
of them of a very pleasing and interesting countenance. The old lady
was placed on one side of the dead husband, and the two other
wives laid themselves down on the other side; and then an old
Brahmin, the eldest son of the deceased, applied the torch to the
pile, with unaverted face. The pile suddenly blazed, for it was
covered with combustibles; and this human sacrifice was completed
amidst the din of drums and cymbals, and the shouts of the
Brahmins."
"What horrid rites!" exclaimed Mr. Roscoe. "I fear they have been
too long practised to be easily destroyed. I think Christianity ought
to be established in India, for the moral benefit of our countrymen.
Many of them go out when young—when their passions are strong—
and when they have but very faint conceptions of the nature or the
importance of religion; and as there are no Sabbaths—no religious
ordinances or instruction—they must be in great spiritual danger
from the contagion of evil by which they are surrounded."
"I was intimately acquainted," said Mr. Guion, "with a very amiable
young man, the son of a pious solicitor, who went to India, where he
remained ten years, and then returned. He called on me some time
ago, and I derived much information from him; but I was grieved to
find, by his own confession, that he had become a deist. I asked him
if his deism was the result of any fair and earnest investigation; and
he very honestly said, 'No, I found my belief in the Divine origin of
Christianity becoming weaker and weaker when I was separated
from its ministry and institutions, till at length it became extinct; and
though I have sometimes made an effort to recover it, yet I have not
been able to do so.'"
"But," said Mr. Roscoe, "though the establishment of Christianity in
India might preserve our countrymen from infidelity, yet I do not
think we can calculate on bringing over the natives to embrace it."
"Why not? Is the conversion of a modern pagan to the faith of
Christ more difficult than the conversion of an ancient one? If
Greece and Rome were subdued by the preaching of the gospel,
who can despair of India?"
"If we had the same miraculous powers as those with which the
apostles were endowed, we might anticipate similar results; but we
have not; and I confess that, though I approve of the motive which
originates and supports missionary institutions, yet I do not think
they will ever prove successful."
"By what means, then, did Paul convert the heathen? Was it by
the exhibition of miracles? Certainly not. A miracle may make some
impressions on the judgment, by demonstrating the power of a
present Deity, and of his direct agency in its production, but it
cannot renew the heart, and inspire the soul with the love of God,
with a hatred of sin, and a hope of glory. The miracles of the first
ages were merely the credentials of the teachers, and were given as
a solemn confirmation, once for all, of the divinity of the new
dispensation, which they were commissioned to establish; but they
were not the ordained means of conversion. The apostle Paul
performed miracles but seldom; and when he did perform them,
they had not always a salutary effect on those that beheld them.
When he wrought a miracle in Lyconia, the people first worshipped
him, and afterwards would have put him to death. What, then, were
the ordained means of conversion? The same that are ordained now
—the preaching of the cross; as the Scripture hath declared, 'Faith
cometh by hearing.'"
"If we admit," said Mr. Roscoe, "the concurrence of a supernatural
power with the agency of man in teaching and in preaching, we
ought not to doubt the possibility of converting the whole population
of India to the belief of Christianity."
"Certainly not; and is not this supernatural concurrence promised
by Jesus Christ, to his ministers of every age? 'Lo! I am with you
alway, even unto the end of the world.'"
"My heart often aches," said Miss Roscoe, "when I reflect on the
degradation and wretchedness of women in India—where, if they
escape an untimely grave in the days of childhood, they are doomed
to a state of perpetual ignorance, excluded from all the
accomplishments of society, treated as the refuse of the human
family, and are often burned along with the body of their deceased
husbands. I think every woman ought to make some effort to raise
her own sex from this most appalling condition; and as nothing will
prove successful but the principles of Christianity, we ought all to
become the advocates and supporters of missionary and Bible
societies."[10]
"I have no doubt," said Mrs. Roscoe, who was not at home on
these subjects, "but the natives of India are as happy with their
religion as we are with ours; and if the females do not meet with
that respect which we meet with, you know, Madam," addressing
herself to Mrs. Stevens, "that they do not expect it. Therefore, as it
hath pleased the Almighty to give them their religion, I think we
ought not to try to take it from them. We should not like to have
ours taken from us. However, I think there is too much attention
paid to religion in our days; it was not the case in the good old times
of our fathers."
"But, mamma, would you not save a little child from being
drowned, or a widow from being burned, if it were in your power?"
"Certainly, my dear."
"Now, mamma, as this cannot be done by force, we propose
convincing the people, by a process of fair reasoning, that such
practices are sinful and impolitic; and thus induce them, if possible,
to abolish them."
"Oh! that may be very proper, but I think that we have nothing to
do with it, and therefore, why should we trouble ourselves about it?
Why not let things remain as they always have been?"
"I must confess," said Mr. Roscoe, "that I begin to differ from you,
and I shall be very glad to see an auxiliary missionary society
established amongst us. If we have a purer faith than the Hindoos,
and one better calculated to promote individual and relative
happiness and improvement, we ought to impart it. To monopolize it
would be an act of selfishness and injustice; and though I have
hitherto, like too many around me, been guilty of this act, I will go
and sin no more."
"But, surely," said Mrs. Roscoe, "you do not intend to become a
missionary, and transplant us to some province of India?"
"No, no, my dear; I will not go myself, but I will give some portion
of my property to send others."
Had some shapeless figure, of hideous look, suddenly entered the
room, and denounced a heavy woe on each inmate of the dwelling,
Mrs. Roscoe might have been more alarmed, but she could not have
appeared more surprised than when she heard this last sentence.
"What!" she said, in a more lofty tone than I had ever known her
assume, "and have you so far forgotten your own dignity as to
connect yourself with missionary societies, which go abroad on
purpose to disturb other people in their religion, as we have been
disturbed in the enjoyment of ours?"
"My dear, you seem strangely excited, as though I was going to do
some barbarous or immoral act; when all I propose doing, is to give
a little of that wealth which God has given to us, to convey to the
deluded and degraded Hindoos the good news and glad tidings of
great joy which the holy angels announced to the shepherds of
Bethlehem, and which the ministers of Christ proclaim to us. Surely
you cannot object to this."
"I do not suppose you would like the Hindoos to send their religion
over to us, for our adoption."
"They may if they please; but they would not manage to persuade
our widows to burn on the funeral pile of their deceased husbands,
or induce fathers and mothers to destroy their lovely children."
"Well, at any rate, I think you ought to stay till they apply to us for
our religion as a substitute for their own."
It was now late, and the company upon the eve of retiring, when
Miss Roscoe arose, took from the book-case one of the volumes of
Doddridge's Exposition on the New Testament, placed it on the
table, and said to Mr. Guion, "I know, Sir, that it is your custom to
conclude your social visits by reading the Scripture and prayer; and
if you will consent to do so this evening, you will greatly oblige us."
"I have no objection, if it be perfectly agreeable."
"Certainly, Sir," said Mr. Roscoe, "we ought not to object to
prayer."
The bell was now rung, and the servants were requested to come
to family prayer. We waited several minutes, during which time Mrs.
Roscoe was very restless. At length they entered, at irregular
intervals of time, seating themselves on the corner of the chairs
which stood nearest the door, expressing, by their looks, the utmost
degree of surprise at this novel service, and occasionally, by the
satirical smile which played over their countenance, indicating either
their contempt or their disposition to merriment. I needed no one to
tell me that this was the first time the family had ever knelt together
at the throne of grace; but, knowing that a great moral change had
taken place in Mr. Roscoe, I felt conscious that it would not be the
last; and could not refrain offering my inaudible expressions of
praise to the God of all grace, for permitting me to see that fire
enkindled on this newly-erected domestic altar, which has ever since
burnt with unceasing brightness.
THE CONSULTATION.
Mamma," exclaimed Miss Denham, as she entered the
drawing-room one morning, after rather a
lengthened walk, "I have heard something that will
surprise and distress you; I can scarcely believe the
report, but I have been assured of its truth from the
best authority."
"What is it, my dear? you seem agitated, has anything alarmed
you?"
"Nothing more, mamma, than this dreadful report; really none of
us seem safe; dear Mr. Cole never spoke a greater truth than when
he said there was something of a bewitching nature in this new
religion! I am alarmed for myself, and almost wish that we were
away from this place altogether. But I must tell you the story. Mr.
Roscoe has taken to his daughter's religion, and is now as fanatical
as herself!"
"I cannot credit this, my dear," replied Mrs. Denham; "you know
how often I have said this is the worst place I know for scandal; you
should be careful how you receive these reports; no, no, my dear, I
cannot believe such a story as this about Mr. Roscoe; he is too good,
amiable, and virtuous a man to be led so far wrong, and too much
of the gentleman to stoop to anything so mean and vulgar."
"I hope, mamma, it may be so, but I am afraid it is true; and
every one is so distressed and affected by the intelligence, I assure
you it has produced quite a sensation."
"My dear, it is impossible; I saw him at church on Sunday, and
heard him myself repeat the responses louder than he ever did
before; and if you recollect, we talked about it when we got home."
"No, mamma; if you recollect, we dined last Sunday with a large
party at Mr. Gladstone's, and did not go to church."
"Then it was Sunday week."
"It has happened since then. It happened one night last week;
and as I have been at some pains to get at an entire knowledge of
this disaster, I will tell you about it."
"Oh! dear," said Mrs. Denham, as she composed herself to listen
to the tragical story, "what a world we live in! Really nothing but
religion seems to be thought of. Our very servants are becoming
religious, and who can wonder at it, when the rich set them the
example! And if this should be true about Mr. Roscoe, which I
devoutly pray heaven may forbid, there is no saying where the evil
will stop."
"Well, mamma, you know that on Tuesday week Mr. and Mrs.
Stevens, and the gentleman that is on a visit there, and the Rev. Mr.
Guion, all went to spend the evening at Mr. Roscoe's."
"I have always said," interrupting her daughter, "that there is no
good doing when such people get together. If I had seen them go, I
would have given Mr. Roscoe a hint to be on his guard. He was
taken by surprise, I have no doubt. Well, my dear, go on."
"Well, ma', as I was saying, they all went; and when there, Mr.
Roscoe said that he would change his religion, and have that which
flourished so luxuriantly at Fairmount; and he got Mr. Guion to read
a chapter out of the Bible, and to say prayers, and had all the
servants in to hear him, and they all knelt down, though I heard that
the cook stole out slyly, when they were all upon their knees. She
didn't like it."
"I always thought well of that cook; she has a taste above her
class in life, I should like to have her; do you think she will leave?"
"I don't know, ma', but I should think she will; I will ask her if you
wish it."
"No, my dear, it won't do for you to appear in the matter; I'll
speak to John to speak to her. But now about Mr. Roscoe, what is to
be done?"
"But, ma', I have something more dismal to tell you."
"I hope not. Why, this is enough to shock the feelings of an angel.
Reading the Bible, and prayers, and kneeling down on the floor with
servants! I hope Mrs. Roscoe is not gone off."
"No, all this was much against her will, and she is very unhappy
about it, and says she shall never be happy again."
"Dear creature, it is impossible; but what else have you to tell?"
"Why, Mr. Roscoe proposed to set up a missionary society, to raise
money to send this new religion abroad."
"Well, my dear, this last part of your story relieves my mind. This
is a proof of mental derangement. The Chancellor would not want a
stronger. It is often the case, when people go wrong in their mind,
they profess strong attachment to the things they hate most when
they are in their right senses. I now must insist upon it that you
never make another call at Fairmount. Really, if you should ever take
up with this evangelical religion, I should be tempted to wish myself
in heaven, to escape the mortification."
"Indeed, ma', you need give yourself no uneasiness on that
subject. I have no predisposition in favour of religion. Indeed, I have
my doubts, and if it were fashionable, I think I should profess myself
a sceptic, but that would not be lady-like."
Mrs. and Miss Denham, after much long and serious debate,
resolved on making a call on Mrs. Roscoe. They found her at home,
alone, depressed, and reserved, and though she made an effort to
rise to her usual vivacity, yet she could not succeed. Mrs. Denham
was very particular in her inquiries after the health of Mr. Roscoe,
and was surprised to hear that he was well; and on being informed
that he was gone with Miss Sophia to spend an hour at Fairmount, in
company with the Rev. Mr. Ingleby, she became greatly agitated.
"Then I fear, my dear Mrs. Roscoe, that it is too true? Oh! I have
had no rest since I heard it. What a trial! Really, no one is safe. That
such a sensible, and amiable, and virtuous man as Mr. Roscoe used
to be, should so far forget himself and all his friends as to change
his religion, is very astonishing and affecting. We called on the Rev.
Mr. Cole as we came by, to ask if he had heard of the report, and
here he is, dear man, coming to condole with you."
"I am glad to see you," said Mrs. Denham to Mr. Cole, as he
entered the parlour; "we have been offering our sympathy to dear
Mrs. Roscoe—but can't something be done, Sir?"
"Then I suppose there is some foundation for the report. I always
thought Mr. Roscoe a very judicious and sensible man, and I still
hope, that though he has diverged into this eccentric course, his
good sense will, on cool reflection, induce him to return."
"Yes, Sir," replied Mrs. Roscoe, "I hope so too, but it is possible
that the influence and example of our daughter may protract, if it do
not perpetuate, the delusion under which he unhappily labours; and
if so, I shall never see another happy day."
"O yes, you will," said Mr. Cole, "his sun is only passing under a
cloud, and when his mind clears up, it will shine with its accustomed
brightness. His good sense will preserve him from that fatal vortex
into which too many have fallen."
"If, Sir, this were a sudden change, I should be induced to believe
that he might be recovered, but it has been coming on for a long
time. You know that he does not make up his mind on any subject
very suddenly, but when he has done it, you know how firm he is."
"Very true," said Mr. Cole, "but his spirits have been unusually
depressed for some months. I remember the last time we spent an
evening at Mr. Denham's, that I rallied him on his dulness when we
were at play. We must raise his spirits, and then we shall drive away
his evangelical notions."
"I have not noticed any particular depression. He has been rather
more grave, yet he has been cheerful; and has talked rather more
frequently on religious subjects, but they have not affected his
spirits."
"Well," said Mr. Cole, "I will come and have a rubber with him, and
I will engage to rub these notions out of him."
"Indeed, Sir, he has formally declined playing any more, and has
requested me never again to introduce cards."
"Really," said Mrs. Denham, "this is very affecting. Not play again!
Not suffer cards to be introduced? Then I suppose he intends to
break off connection with all his old friends, and take up with the
evangelicals; but I hope you have too much firmness to yield to
him."
"It has been my maxim through life to sacrifice everything for the
sake of domestic peace. I cannot oppose Mr. Roscoe, and I must
confess that he has manifested the utmost degree of affection and
kindness."
"The apostle St. Paul has predicted," said the Rev. Mr. Cole, "that
in the last days perilous times should come, and indeed they are
come. The church once enjoyed quietude, but now she is rent into
divisions; not so much by the Dissenters who have seceded from us,
as by the evangelical clergy who are admitted within her pale. Their
eccentric notions, and their extempore and familiar style of
preaching, operate as a charm on the minds of their hearers; and
wherever they go, some stir is always occasioned about religion. In
general, the poor and the illiterate become their admirers; but
sometimes we see men of sense and learning beguiled by their artful
sophisms. I can account for their success among the lower orders,
but when I see an intelligent man brought over to their belief, I
confess I am puzzled. But still I won't give up Mr. Roscoe. I will, in
the course of a few Sundays, preach a sermon which I will procure
for the occasion."
"You will greatly oblige me if you will, Sir, but you must do it soon,
for I dread the idea of Mr. Roscoe going to hear Mr. Ingleby while he
is in his present state of mind."
"But you have no idea of his leaving my church?"
"Why, you know very well," Miss Denham remarked, "that none of
the evangelicals think you preach the gospel. I have heard Miss
Sophia say so many times, and you may be sure that she will try to
make her papa believe it, and if he is become an evangelical, he is
sure to believe it; for I have noticed that what one believes, they all
believe. Really, Sir, there is so much ado made now about the word
gospel and evangelical preachers, that the subjects are become
quite offensive."
"Yes, to persons of intelligence and taste."
"Exactly so, Sir; you will excuse what I am going to say, but I
often think that you are rather severe, too much so I know for some
of your hearers; but I have no idea how any people of sense can go
and hear such preaching as Mr. Ingleby's. I heard him once, on the
loss of the soul. I could not sleep after it—and even now, at times I
think of it. But, Sir, you know we have nothing to do with such
subjects till we die, or till after death."
"Such preaching," said Mr. Cole, "is as offensive to pure taste, as it
is revolting to our feelings."
"Exactly so; you know we are to be allured to a brighter world—
not frightened there. Pray, Sir, shall we have the pleasure of meeting
you and Mrs. Cole at Mr. Ryder's on Tuesday? By the by, I wonder
you do not cure Mr. John of his scepticism. There is to be a large
party, and rather a gay one."
"I don't think," replied Mr. Cole, "that Mr. John Ryder has any more
scepticism than does him good—it keeps off the gloom which a
belief in the Bible almost necessarily brings over the youthful mind.
No, I shall not be with you. I have an engagement with a few friends
who are going to Bath, to see Romeo and Juliet."
"How dull and insipid is a religious service when compared with a
play. What a pity that our Maker requires us to be religious. I have
not seen a play for some months, and when I was hearing Mr.
Ingleby, I really thought that I should never have courage to see
another. Oh, how he did denounce the theatre! He really said that it
was the pathway to hell."
"Yes," said Mr. Cole, with high disdain, "that man would interdict
us from every social enjoyment; would batter down the temple of
the muses, or change it into a house of prayer; and bring before our
imagination the awful realities of the eternal world, with so much
force, as should compel us to think, with perpetual awe, on death
and the future judgment."
"Oh! dear, they are awful realities indeed. When I heard him, he
alluded to dear Miss Patterson, who took cold on returning from the
play, and died, you know, Sir, a few weeks afterwards? Oh! she was
a lovely creature. She was too good to live on earth. Had she been
religious, she would have been a saint. But she often used to say
that her grandpapa left his religion to her aunts, and his fortune to
his grandchildren. Mr. Ingleby, after condemning plays, &c., as
impure and sinful, made a long pause, and then proposed his
questions with so much solemnity, that my pulse began to beat with
feverish rapidity.—'Should you like,' he said, and he looked while he
said it so stern and solemn, 'to pass from the theatre to the
judgment-seat of Christ? Should you like to leave the gaieties of this
world, to associate with the awful realities of another?' There was so
much stillness in the church as he went on in this strain of awful
eloquence, and so many people were overcome by what he said,
and such a serene smile on his countenance when he began to
speak about our Saviour, that I do really think, if I had not been very
firm and decided, I should have become as religious as any of them.
It was, I assure you, very difficult to withstand his fervour."
"I hope," said Mr. Cole, "you will never go again, for evil
communications corrupt the best of hearts."
"Go again!" exclaimed Mrs. Denham, "not if she have any respect
for her own happiness, or ours. Why, to hear this about the sermon
is enough to frighten any good Christian; what must it have been to
have heard the sermon itself! One thing puzzles me when I think
about it—why do our bishops consecrate such men?"
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