What shall be the special imputation, against which I shall throw
myself in these pages, out of the thousand and one which my accuser
directs upon me? I mean to confine myself to one, for there is only one
about which I much care—the charge of untruthfulness. He may cast upon
me as many other imputations as he pleases, and they may stick on me,
as long as they can, in the course of nature. They will fall to the
ground in their season.
And indeed I think the same of the charge of untruthfulness, and I
select it from the rest, not because it is more formidable, but because
it is more serious. Like the rest, it may disfigure me for a time, but
it will not stain: Archbishop Whately used to say, “Throw dirt enough,
and some will stick;” well, will stick, but not stain. I think he used
to mean “stain,” and I do not agree with him. Some dirt sticks longer
than other dirt; but no dirt is immortal. According to the old saying,
Prævalebit Veritas. There are virtues indeed, which the world is not
fitted to judge about or to uphold, such as faith, hope, and charity:
but it can judge about truthfulness; it can judge about the natural
virtues, and truthfulness is one of them. Natural virtues may also
become supernatural; truthfulness is such; but that does not withdraw
it from the jurisdiction of mankind at large. It may be more difficult
in this or that particular case for men to take cognizance of it, as it
may be difficult for the Court of Queen's Bench at Westminster to try a
case fairly which took place in Hindoostan; but that is a question of
capacity, not of right. Mankind has the right to judge of truthfulness
in the case of a Catholic, as in the case of a Protestant, of an
Italian, or of a Chinese. I have never doubted, that in my hour, in
God's hour, my avenger will appear, and the world will acquit me of
untruthfulness, even though it be not while I live.
Still more confident am I of such eventual acquittal, seeing that my
judges are my own countrymen. I think, indeed, Englishmen the most
suspicious and touchy of mankind; I think them unreasonable and unjust
in their seasons of excitement; but I had rather be an Englishman (as
in fact I am) than belong to any other race under heaven. They are as
generous, as they are hasty and burly; and their repentance for their
injustice is greater than their sin.
For twenty years and more I have borne an imputation, of which I am
at least as sensitive, who am the object of it, as they can be, who are
only the judges. I have not set myself to remove it, first, because I
never have had an opening to speak, and, next, because I never saw in
them the disposition to hear. I have wished to appeal from Philip drunk
to Philip sober. When shall I pronounce him to be himself again? If I
may judge from the tone of the public press, which represents the
public voice, I have great reason to take heart at this time. I have
been treated by contemporary critics in this controversy with great
fairness and gentleness, and I am grateful to them for it. However, the
decision of the time and mode of my defence has been taken out of my
hands; and I am thankful that it has been so. I am bound now as a duty
to myself, to the Catholic cause, to the Catholic priesthood, to give
account of myself without any delay, when I am so rudely and
circumstantially charged with untruthfulness. I accept the challenge; I
shall do my best to meet it, and I shall be content when I have done
so.
I confine myself then, in these pages, to the charge of
untruthfulness; and I hereby cart away, as so much rubbish, the
impertinences, with which the pamphlet of Accusation swarms. I shall
not think it necessary here to examine, whether I am “worked into a
pitch of confusion,” or have “carried self-deception to perfection,” or
am “anxious to show my credulity,” or am “in a morbid state of mind,”
or “hunger for nonsense as my food,” or “indulge in subtle paradoxes"
and “rhetorical exaggerations,” or have “eccentricities” or teach in a
style “utterly beyond” my accuser's “comprehension,” or create in him
“blank astonishment,” or “exalt the magical powers of my Church,” or
have “unconsciously committed myself to a statement which strikes at
the root of all morality,” or “look down on the Protestant gentry as
without hope of heaven,” or “had better be sent to the furthest"
Catholic “mission among the savages of the South seas,” than “to teach
in an Irish Catholic University,” or have “gambled away my reason,” or
adopt “sophistries,” or have published “sophisms piled upon sophisms,”
or have in my sermons “culminating wonders,” or have a “seemingly
sceptical method,” or have “barristerial ability” and “almost boundless
silliness,” or “make great mistakes,” or am “a subtle dialectician,” or
perhaps have “lost my temper,” or “misquote Scripture,” or am
“antiscriptural,” or “border very closely on the Pelagian heresy.”—Pp.
5, 7, 26, 29-34, 37, 38, 41, 43, 44, 48.
These all are impertinences; and the list is so long that I am
almost sorry to have given them room which might be better used.
However, there they are, or at least a portion of them; and having
noticed them thus much, I shall notice them no more.
Coming then to the subject, which is to furnish the staple of my
publication, the question of my truthfulness, I first direct attention
to the passage which the Act of Accusation contains at p. 8 and p. 42.
I shall give my reason presently, why I begin with it.
My accuser is speaking of my sermon on Wisdom and Innocence, and he
says, “It must be remembered always that it is not a Protestant,
but a Romish sermon.”—P. 8.
Then at p. 42 he continues, “Dr. Newman does not apply to it that
epithet. He called it in his letter to me of the 7th of January
(published by him) a 'Protestant' one. I remarked that, but considered
it a mere slip of the pen. Besides, I have now nothing to say to that
letter. It is to his 'Reflections,' in p. 32, which are open ground to
me, that I refer. In them he deliberately repeats the epithet
'Protestant:' only he, in an utterly imaginary conversation, puts it
into my mouth, 'which you preached when a Protestant.' I call the man
who preached that Sermon a Protestant? I should have sooner called him
a Buddhist. At that very time he was teaching his disciples to scorn
and repudiate that name of Protestant, under which, for some reason or
other, he now finds it convenient to take shelter. If he
forgets, the world does not, the famous article in the British
Critic (the then organ of his party), of three years before, July
1841, which, after denouncing the name of Protestant, declared the
object of the party to be none other than the 'unprotestantising
' the English Church.”
In this passage my accuser asserts or implies, 1, that the sermon,
on which he originally grounded his slander against me in the January
No. of the magazine, was really and in matter of fact a “Romish"
Sermon; 2, that I ought in my pamphlet to have acknowledged this fact;
3, that I didn't. 4, That I actually called it instead a Protestant
Sermon. 5, That at the time when I published it, twenty years ago, I
should have denied that it was a Protestant sermon. 6, By consequence,
I should in that denial have avowed that it was a “Romish” Sermon; 7,
and therefore, not only, when I was in the Established Church, was I
guilty of the dishonesty of preaching what at the time I knew to be a
“Romish” Sermon, but now too, in 1864, I have committed the additional
dishonesty of calling it a Protestant sermon. If my accuser does not
mean this, I submit to such reparation as I owe him for my mistake, but
I cannot make out that he means anything else.
Here are two main points to be considered; 1, I in 1864 have called
it a Protestant Sermon. 2, He in 1844 and now has styled it a Popish
Sermon. Let me take these two points separately.
1. Certainly, when I was in the English Church, I did disown
the word “Protestant,” and that, even at an earlier date than my
accuser names; but just let us see whether this fact is anything at all
to the purpose of his accusation. Last January 7th I spoke to this
effect: “How can you prove that Father Newman informs us of a
certain thing about the Roman Clergy,” by referring to a Protestant
sermon of the Vicar of St. Mary's? My accuser answers me thus: “There's
a quibble! why, Protestant is not the word which you
would have used when at St. Mary's, and yet you use it now!” Very true;
I do; but what on earth does this matter to my argument? how
does this word “Protestant,” which I used, tend in any degree to make
my argument a quibble? What word should I have used twenty years
ago instead of “Protestant?” “Roman” or “Romish?” by no manner of
means.
My accuser indeed says that “it must always be remembered that it is
not a Protestant but a Romish sermon.” He implies, and, I
suppose, he thinks, that not to be a Protestant is to be a Roman; he
may say so, if he pleases, but so did not say that large body who have
been called by the name of Tractarians, as all the world knows. The
movement proceeded on the very basis of denying that position which my
accuser takes for granted that I allowed. It ever said, and it says
now, that there is something between Protestant and Romish; that
there is a “Via Media” which is neither the one nor the other. Had I
been asked twenty years ago, what the doctrine of the Established
Church was, I should have answered, “Neither Romish nor
Protestant, but 'Anglican' or 'Anglo-catholic.'“ I should never
have granted that the sermon was Romish; I should have denied, and that
with an internal denial, quite as much as I do now, that it was a Roman
or Romish sermon. Well then, substitute the word “Anglican” or
“Anglo-catholic” for “Protestant” in my question, and see if the
argument is a bit the worse for it—thus: “How can you prove that
Father Newman informs us a certain thing about the Roman Clergy, by
referring to an Anglican or Anglo-catholic Sermon of the
Vicar of St. Mary's?” The cogency of the argument remains just where it
was. What have I gained in the argument, what has he lost, by my having
said, not “an Anglican Sermon,” but “a Protestant Sermon?” What dust
then is he throwing into our eyes!
For instance: in 1844 I lived at Littlemore; two or three miles
distant from Oxford; and Littlemore lies in three, perhaps in four,
distinct parishes, so that of particular houses it is difficult to say,
whether they are in St. Mary's, Oxford, or in Cowley, or in Iffley, or
in Sandford, the line of demarcation running even through them. Now,
supposing I were to say in 1864, that “twenty years ago I did not live
in Oxford, because I lived out at Littlemore, in the parish of
Cowley;” and if upon this there were letters of mine produced dated
Littlemore, 1844, in one of which I said that “I lived, not in Cowley,
but at Littlemore, in St. Mary's parish,” how would that prove that I
contradicted myself, and that therefore after all I must be supposed to
have been living in Oxford in 1844? The utmost that would be proved by
the discrepancy, such as it was, would be, that there was some
confusion either in me, or in the state of the fact as to the limits of
the parishes. There would be no confusion about the place or spot of my
residence. I should be saying in 1864, “I did not live in Oxford twenty
years ago, because I lived at Littlemore in the Parish of Cowley.” I
should have been saying in 1844, “I do not live in Oxford, because I
live in St. Mary's, Littlemore.” In either case I should be saying that
my habitat in 1844 was not Oxford, but Littlemore; and I
should be giving the same reason for it. I should be proving an
alibi. I should be naming the same place for the alibi; but
twenty years ago I should have spoken of it as St. Mary's, Littlemore,
and to-day I should have spoken of it as Littlemore in the Parish of
Cowley.
And so as to my Sermon; in January, 1864, I called it a
Protestant sermon, and not a Roman; but in 1844 I should, if asked,
have called it an Anglican sermon, and not a Roman. In both
cases I should have denied that it was Roman, and that on the ground of
its being something else; though I should have called that something
else, then by one name, now by another. The doctrine of the Via
Media is a fact, whatever name we give to it; I, as a Roman
Priest, find it more natural and usual to call it Protestant: I, as all
Oxford Vicar, thought it more exact to call it Anglican; but, whatever
I then called it, and whatever I now call it, I mean one and the same
object by my name, and therefore not another object—viz. not the Roman
Church. The argument, I repeat, is sound, whether the Via Media
and the Vicar of St. Mary's be called Anglican or Protestant.
This is a specimen of what my accuser means by my “economies;” nay,
it is actually one of those special two, three, or four, committed
after February 1, which he thinks sufficient to connect me with the
shifty casuists and the double-dealing moralists, as he considers them,
of the Catholic Church. What a “Much ado about nothing!”
2. But, whether or not he can prove that I in 1864 have committed
any logical fault in calling my Sermon on Wisdom and Innocence a
Protestant Sermon, he is and has been all along, most firm in the
belief himself that a Romish sermon it is; and this is the point on
which I wish specially to insist. It is for this cause that I made the
above extract from his pamphlet, not merely in order to answer him,
though, when I had made it, I could not pass by the attack on me which
it contains. I shall notice his charges one by one by and by; but I
have made this extract here in order to insist and to dwell on this
phenomenon—viz. that he does consider it an undeniable fact, that the
sermon is “Romish,”—meaning by “Romish” not “savouring of Romish
doctrine” merely, but “the work of a real Romanist, of a conscious
Romanist.” This belief it is which leads him to be so severe on me, for
now calling it “Protestant.” He thinks that, whether I have committed
any logical self-contradiction or not, I am very well aware that, when
I wrote it, I ought to have been elsewhere, that I was a conscious
Romanist, teaching Romanism;—or if he does not believe this himself,
he wishes others to think so, which comes to the same thing; certainly
I prefer to consider that he thinks so himself, but, if he likes the
other hypothesis better, he is welcome to it.
He believes then so firmly that the sermon was a “Romish Sermon,”
that he pointedly takes it for granted, before he has adduced a
syllable of proof of the matter of fact. He starts by saying
that it is a fact to be “remembered.” “It must be remembered
always,” he says, “that it is not a Protestant, but a Romish
Sermon,” (p. 8). Its Romish parentage is a great truth for the memory,
not a thesis for inquiry. Merely to refer his readers to the sermon is,
he considers, to secure them on his side. Hence it is that, in his
letter of January 18, he said to me, “It seems to me, that, by
referring publicly to the Sermon on which my allegations are
founded, I have given every one an opportunity of judging of their
injustice,” that is, an opportunity of seeing that they are
transparently just. The notion of there being a Via Media, held
all along by a large party in the Anglican Church, and now at least not
less than at any former time, is too subtle for his intellect.
Accordingly, he thinks it was an allowable figure of speech—not more,
I suppose, than an “hyperbole”—when referring to a sermon of the Vicar
of St. Mary's in the magazine, to say that it was the writing of a
Roman priest; and as to serious arguments to prove the point, why, they
may indeed be necessary, as a matter of form, in an act of accusation,
such as his pamphlet, but they are superfluous to the good sense of any
one who will only just look into the matter himself.
Now, with respect to the so-called arguments which he ventures to
put forward in proof that the sermon is Romish, I shall answer them,
together with all his other arguments, in the latter portion of this
reply; here I do but draw the attention of the reader, as I have said
already, to the phenomenon itself, which he exhibits, of an unclouded
confidence that the sermon is the writing of a virtual member of the
Roman communion, and I do so because it has made a great impression on
my own mind, and has suggested to me the course that I shall pursue in
my answer to him.
I say, he takes it for granted that the Sermon is the writing of a
virtual or actual, of a conscious Roman Catholic; and is impatient at
the very notion of having to prove it. Father Newman and the Vicar of
St. Mary's are one and the same: there has been no change of mind in
him; what he believed then he believes now, and what he believes now he
believed then. To dispute this is frivolous; to distinguish between his
past self and his present is subtlety, and to ask for proof of their
identity is seeking opportunity to be sophistical. This writer really
thinks that he acts a straightforward honest part, when he says “A
Catholic Priest informs us in his Sermon on Wisdom and Innocence
preached at St. Mary's,” and he thinks that I am the shuffler and
quibbler when I forbid him to do so. So singular a phenomenon in a man
of undoubted ability has struck me forcibly, and I shall pursue the
train of thought which it opens.
It is not he alone who entertains, and has entertained, such an
opinion of me and my writings. It is the impression of large classes of
men; the impression twenty years ago and the impression now. There has
been a general feeling that I was for years where I had no right to be;
that I was a “Romanist” in Protestant livery and service; that I was
doing the work of a hostile church in the bosom of the English
Establishment, and knew it, or ought to have known it. There was no
need of arguing about particular passages in my writings, when the fact
was so patent, as men thought it to be.
First it was certain, and I could not myself deny it, that I scouted
the name “Protestant.” It was certain again, that many of the doctrines
which I professed were popularly and generally known as badges of the
Roman Church, as distinguished from the faith of the Reformation. Next,
how could I have come by them? Evidently, I had certain friends and
advisers who did not appear; there was some underground communication
between Stonyhurst or Oscott and my rooms at Oriel. Beyond a doubt, I
was advocating certain doctrines, not by accident, but on an
understanding with ecclesiastics of the old religion. Then men went
further, and said that I had actually been received into that religion,
and withal had leave given me to profess myself a Protestant still.
Others went even further, and gave it out to the world, as a matter of
fact, of which they themselves had the proof in their hands, that I was
actually a Jesuit. And when the opinions which I advocated spread, and
younger men went further than I, the feeling against me waxed stronger
and took a wider range.
And now indignation arose at the knavery of a conspiracy such as
this:—and it became of course all the greater, in consequence of its
being the received belief of the public at large, that craft and
intrigue, such as they fancied they beheld with their own eyes, were
the very instruments to which the Catholic Church has in these last
centuries been indebted for her maintenance and extension.
There was another circumstance still, which increased the irritation
and aversion felt by the large classes, of whom I have been speaking,
as regards the preachers of doctrines, so new to them and so
unpalatable; and that was, that they developed them in so measured a
way. If they were inspired by Roman theologians (and this was taken for
granted), why did they not speak out at once? Why did they keep the
world in such suspense and anxiety as to what was coming next, and what
was to be the upshot of the whole? Why this reticence, and
half-speaking, and apparent indecision? It was plain that the plan of
operations had been carefully mapped out from the first, and that these
men were cautiously advancing towards its accomplishment, as far as was
safe at the moment; that their aim and their hope was to carry off a
large body with them of the young and the ignorant; that they meant
gradually to leaven the minds of the rising generation, and to open the
gate of that city, of which they were the sworn defenders, to the enemy
who lay in ambush outside of it. And when in spite of the many
protestations of the party to the contrary, there was at length an
actual movement among their disciples, and one went over to Rome, and
then another, the worst anticipations and the worst judgments which had
been formed of them received their justification. And, lastly, when men
first had said of me, “You will see, he will go, he is only
biding his time, he is waiting the word of command from Rome,” and,
when after all, after my arguments and denunciations of former years,
at length I did leave the Anglican Church for the Roman, then they said
to each other, “It is just as we said: I told you so.”
This was the state of mind of masses of men twenty years ago, who
took no more than an external and common-sense view of what was going
on. And partly the tradition, partly the effect of that feeling,
remains to the present time. Certainly I consider that, in my own case,
it is the great obstacle in the way of my being favourably heard, as at
present, when I have to make my defence. Not only am I now a member of
a most un-English communion, whose great aim is considered to be the
extinction of Protestantism and the Protestant Church, and whose means
of attack are popularly supposed to be unscrupulous cunning and deceit,
but besides, how came I originally to have any relations with the
Church of Rome at all? did I, or my opinions, drop from the sky? how
came I, in Oxford, in gremio Universitatis, to present myself to
the eyes of men in that full-blown investiture of Popery? How could I
dare, how could I have the conscience, with warnings, with prophecies,
with accusations against me, to persevere in a path which steadily
advanced towards, which ended in, the religion of Rome? And how am I
now to be trusted, when long ago I was trusted, and was found wanting?
It is this which is the strength of the case of my accuser against
me;—not his arguments in themselves, which I shall easily crumble into
dust, but the bias of the court. It is the state of the atmosphere; it
is the vibration all around which will more or less echo his assertion
of my dishonesty; it is that prepossession against me, which takes it
for granted that, when my reasoning is convincing it is only ingenious,
and that when my statements are unanswerable, there is always something
put out of sight or hidden in my sleeve; it is that plausible, but
cruel conclusion to which men are so apt to jump, that when much is
imputed, something must be true, and that it is more likely that one
should be to blame, than that many should be mistaken in blaming
him;—these are the real foes which I have to fight, and the
auxiliaries to whom my accuser makes his court.
Well, I must break through this barrier of prejudice against me, if
I can; and I think I shall be able to do so. When first I read the
pamphlet of Accusation, I almost despaired of meeting effectively such
a heap of misrepresentation and such a vehemence of animosity. What was
the good of answering first one point, and then another, and going
through the whole circle of its abuse; when my answer to the first
point would be forgotten, as soon as I got to the second? What was the
use of bringing out half a hundred separate principles or views for the
refutation of the separate counts in the indictment, when rejoinders of
this sort would but confuse and torment the reader by their number and
their diversity? What hope was there of condensing into a pamphlet of a
readable length, matter which ought freely to expand itself into half a
dozen volumes? What means was there, except the expenditure of
interminable pages, to set right even one of that series of “single
passing hints,” to use my assailant's own language, which, “as with his
finger tip, he had delivered” against me?
All those separate charges of his had their force in being
illustrations of one and the same great imputation. He had a positive
idea to illuminate his whole matter, and to stamp it with a form, and
to quicken it with an interpretation. He called me a liar—a
simple, a broad, an intelligible, to the English public a plausible
arraignment; but for me, to answer in detail charge one by reason one,
and charge two by reason two, and charge three by reason three, and so
to proceed through the whole string both of accusations and replies,
each of which was to be independent of the rest, this would be
certainly labour lost as regards any effective result. What I needed
was a corresponding antagonist unity in my defence, and where was that
to be found? We see, in the case of commentators on the prophecies of
Scripture, an exemplification of the principle on which I am insisting;
viz. how much more powerful even a false interpretation of the sacred
text is than none at all;—how a certain key to the visions of the
Apocalypse, for instance, may cling to the mind—(I have found it so in
my own case)—mainly because they are positive and objective, in spite
of the fullest demonstration that they really have no claim upon our
belief. The reader says, “What else can the prophecy mean?” just as my
accuser asks, “What, then, does Dr. Newman mean?” ... I reflected, and
I saw a way out of my perplexity.
Yes, I said to myself, his very question is about my meaning;
“What does Dr. Newman mean?” It pointed in the very same direction as
that into which my musings had turned me already. He asks what I
mean; not about my words, not about my arguments, not about my
actions, as his ultimate point, but about that living intelligence, by
which I write, and argue, and act. He asks about my mind and its
beliefs and its sentiments; and he shall be answered;—not for his own
sake, but for mine, for the sake of the religion which I profess, and
of the priesthood in which I am unworthily included, and of my friends
and of my foes, and of that general public which consists of neither
one nor the other, but of well-wishers, lovers of fair play, sceptical
cross-questioners, interested inquirers, curious lookers-on, and simple
strangers, unconcerned yet not careless about the issue.
My perplexity did not last half an hour. I recognised what I had to
do, though I shrank from both the task and the exposure which it would
entail. I must, I said, give the true key to my whole life; I must show
what I am that it may be seen what I am not, and that the phantom may
be extinguished which gibbers instead of me. I wish to be known as a
living man, and not as a scarecrow which is dressed up in my clothes.
False ideas may be refuted indeed by argument, but by true ideas alone
are they expelled. I will vanquish, not my accuser, but my judges. I
will indeed answer his charges and criticisms on me one by one, lest
any one should say that they are unanswerable, but such a work shall
not be the scope nor the substance of my reply. I will draw out, as far
as may be, the history of my mind; I will state the point at which I
began, in what external suggestion or accident each opinion had its
rise, how far and how they were developed from within, how they grew,
were modified, were combined, were in collision with each other, and
were changed; again how I conducted myself towards them, and how, and
how far, and for how long a time, I thought I could hold them
consistently with the ecclesiastical engagements which I had made and
with the position which I filled. I must show—what is the very
truth—that the doctrines which I held, and have held for so many
years, have been taught me (speaking humanly) partly by the suggestions
of Protestant friends, partly by the teaching of books, and partly by
the action of my own mind: and thus I shall account for that phenomenon
which to so many seems so wonderful, that I should have left “my
kindred and my father's house” for a Church from which once I turned
away with dread;—so wonderful to them! as if forsooth a religion which
has flourished through so many ages, among so many nations, amid such
varieties of social life, in such contrary classes and conditions of
men, and after so many revolutions, political and civil, could not
subdue the reason and overcome the heart, without the aid of fraud and
the sophistries of the schools.
What I had proposed to myself in the course of half an hour, I
determined on at the end of ten days. However, I have many difficulties
in fulfilling my design. How am I to say all that has to be said in a
reasonable compass? And then as to the materials of my narrative; I
have no autobiographical notes to consult, no written explanations of
particular treatises or of tracts which at the time gave offence,
hardly any minutes of definite transactions or conversations, and few
contemporary memoranda, I fear, of the feelings or motives under which
from time to time I acted. I have an abundance of letters from friends
with some copies or drafts of my answers to them, but they are for the
most part unsorted, and, till this process has taken place, they are
even too numerous and various to be available at a moment for my
purpose. Then, as to the volumes which I have published, they would in
many ways serve me, were I well up in them; but though I took great
pains in their composition, I have thought little about them, when they
were at length out of my hands, and, for the most part, the last time I
read them has been when I revised their proof sheets.
Under these circumstances my sketch will of course be incomplete. I
now for the first time contemplate my course as a whole; it is a first
essay, but it will contain, I trust, no serious or substantial mistake,
and so far will answer the purpose for which I write it. I purpose to
set nothing down in it as certain, for which I have not a clear memory,
or some written memorial, or the corroboration of some friend. There
are witnesses enough up and down the country to verify, or correct, or
complete it; and letters moreover of my own in abundance, unless they
have been destroyed.
Moreover, I mean to be simply personal and historical: I am not
expounding Catholic doctrine, I am doing no more than explaining
myself, and my opinions and actions. I wish, as far as I am able,
simply to state facts, whether they are ultimately determined to be for
me or against me. Of course there will be room enough for contrariety
of judgment among my readers, as to the necessity, or appositeness, or
value, or good taste, or religious prudence of the details which I
shall introduce. I may be accused of laying stress on little things, of
being beside the mark, of going into impertinent or ridiculous details,
of sounding my own praise, of giving scandal; but this is a case above
all others, in which I am bound to follow my own lights and to speak
out my own heart. It is not at all pleasant for me to be egotistical;
nor to be criticised for being so. It is not pleasant to reveal to high
and low, young and old, what has gone on within me from my early years.
It is not pleasant to be giving to every shallow or flippant disputant
the advantage over me of knowing my most private thoughts, I might even
say the intercourse between myself and my Maker. But I do not like to
be called to my face a liar and a knave: nor should I be doing my duty
to my faith or to my name, if I were to suffer it. I know I have done
nothing to deserve such an insult; and if I prove this, as I hope to
do, I must not care for such incidental annoyances as are involved in
the process.