A few days later, Carlton, Sheffield, and Reding were talking
together after dinner out of doors about White.
“How he is altered,” said Charles, “since I first knew him!”
“Altered!” cried Sheffield; “he was a playful kitten once, and now
he is one of the dullest old tabbies I ever came across.”
“Altered for the better,” said Charles; “he has now a steady
sensible way of talking; but he was not a very wise person two years
ago; he is reading, too, really hard.”
“He has some reason,” said Sheffield, “for he is sadly behindhand;
but there is another cause of his steadiness which perhaps you know.”
“I! no indeed,” answered Charles.
“I thought of course you knew it,” said Sheffield; “you don't mean
to say you have not heard that he is engaged to some Oxford girl?”
“Engaged!” cried Charles, “how absurd!”
“I don't see that at all, my dear Reding,” said Carlton. “It's not
as if he could not afford it; he has a good living waiting for him;
and, moreover, he is thus losing no time, which is a great thing in
life. Much time is often lost. White will soon find himself settled in
every sense of the word, in mind, in life, in occupation.”
Charles said that there was one thing which could not help
surprising him, namely, that when White first came up he was so strong
in his advocacy of clerical celibacy. Carlton and Sheffield laughed.
“And do you think,” said the former, “that a youth of eighteen can have
an opinion on such a subject, or knows himself well enough to make a
resolution in his own case? Do you really think it fair to hold a man
committed to all the random opinions and extravagant sayings into which
he was betrayed when he first left school?”
“He had read some ultra-book or other,” said Sheffield; “or had seen
some beautiful nun sculptured on a chancel-screen, and was carried away
by romance—as others have been and are.”
“Don't you suppose,” said Carlton, “that those good fellows who now
are so full of 'sacerdotal purity,' 'angelical blessedness,' and so on,
will one and all be married by this time ten years?”
“I'll take a bet of it,” said Sheffield: “one will give in early,
one late, but there is a time destined for all. Pass some ten or twelve
years, as Carlton says, and we shall find A.B. on a curacy, the happy
father of ten children; C.D. wearing on a long courtship till a living
falls; E.F. in his honeymoon; G.H. lately presented by Mrs. H. with
twins; I.K. full of joy, just accepted; L.M. may remain what Gibbon
calls 'a column in the midst of ruins,' and a very tottering column
too.”
“Do you really think,” said Charles, “that people mean so little
what they say?”
“You take matters too seriously, Reding,” answered Carlton; “who
does not change his opinions between twenty and thirty? A young man
enters life with his father's or tutor's views; he changes them for his
own. The more modest and diffident he is, the more faith he has, so
much the longer does he speak the words of others; but the force of
circumstances, or the vigour of his mind, infallibly obliges him at
last to have a mind of his own; that is, if he is good for anything.”
“But I suspect,” said Reding, “that the last generation, whether of
fathers or tutors, had no very exalted ideas of clerical celibacy.”
“Accidents often clothe us with opinions which we wear for a time,”
said Carlton.
“Well, I honour people who wear their family suit; I don't honour
those at all who begin with foreign fashions and then abandon them.”
“A few years more of life,” said Carlton, smiling, “will make your
judgment kinder.”
“I don't like talkers,” continued Charles; “I don't think I ever
shall; I hope not.”
“I know better what's at the bottom of it,” said Sheffield; “but I
can't stay; I must go in and read; Reding is too fond of a gossip.”
“Who talks so much as you, Sheffield?” said Charles.
“But I talk fast when I talk,” answered he, “and get through a great
deal of work; then I give over: but you prose, and muse, and sigh, and
prose again.” And so he left them.
“What does he mean?” asked Carlton.
Charles slightly coloured and laughed: “You are a man I say things
to, I don't to others,” he made answer; “as to Sheffield, he fancies he
has found it out of himself.”
Carlton looked round at him sharply and curiously.
“I am ashamed of myself,” said Charles, laughing and looking
confused; “I have made you think that I have something important to
tell, but really I have nothing at all.”
“Well, out with it,” said Carlton.
“Why, to tell the truth,—no, really, it is too absurd. I have made
a fool of myself.”
He turned away, then turned back, and resumed:
“Why, it was only this, that Sheffield fancies I have some sneaking
kindness for ... celibacy myself.”
“Kindness for whom?” said Carlton.
“Kindness for celibacy.”
There was a pause, and Carlton's face somewhat changed.
“Oh, my dear good fellow,” he said kindly, “so you are one of them;
but it will go off.”
“Perhaps it will,” said Charles: “oh, I am laying no stress upon it.
It was Sheffield who made me mention it.”
A real difference of mind and view had evidently been struck upon by
two friends, very congenial and very fond of each other. There was a
pause for a few seconds.
“You are so sensible a fellow, Reding,” said Carlton, “it surprises
me that you should take up this notion.”
“It's no new notion taken up,” answered Charles; “you will smile,
but I had it when a boy at school, and I have ever since fancied that I
should never marry. Not that the feeling has never intermitted, but it
is the habit of my mind. My general thoughts run in that one way, that
I shall never marry. If I did, I should dread Thalaba's punishment.”
Carlton put his hand on Reding's shoulder, and gently shook him to
and fro; “Well, it surprises me,” he said; then, after a pause, “I have
been accustomed to think both celibacy and marriage good in their way.
In the Church of Rome great good, I see, comes of celibacy; but depend
on it, my dear Reding, you are making a great blunder if you are for
introducing celibacy into the Anglican Church.”
“There's nothing against it in Prayer Book or Articles,” said
Charles.
“Perhaps not; but the whole genius, structure, working of our Church
goes the other way. For instance, we have no monasteries to relieve the
poor; and if we had, I suspect, as things are, a parson's wife would,
in practical substantial usefulness, be infinitely superior to all the
monks that were ever shaven. I declare, I think the Bishop of Ipswich
is almost justified in giving out that none but married men have a
chance of preferment from him; nay, the Bishop of Abingdon, who makes a
rule of bestowing his best livings as marriage portions to the most
virtuous young ladies in his diocese.” Carlton spoke with more energy
than was usual with him.
Charles answered, that he was not looking to the expediency or
feasibility of the thing, but at what seemed to him best in itself, and
what he could not help admiring. “I said nothing about the celibacy of
clergy,” he observed, “but of celibacy generally.”
“Celibacy has no place in our idea or our system of religion, depend
on it,” said Carlton. “It is nothing to the purpose, whether there is
anything in the Articles against it; it is not a question about formal
enactments, but whether the genius of Anglicanism is not utterly at
variance with it. The experience of three hundred years is surely
abundant for our purpose; if we don't know what our religion is in that
time, what time will be long enough? there are forms of religion which
have not lasted so long from first to last. Now enumerate the cases of
celibacy for celibacy's sake in that period, and what will be the sum
total of them? Some instances there are; but even Hammond, who died
unmarried, was going to marry, when his mother wished it. On the other
hand, if you look out for types of our Church can you find truer than
the married excellence of Hooker the profound, Taylor the devotional,
and Bull the polemical? The very first reformed primate is married; in
Pole and Parker, the two systems, Roman and Anglican, come into strong
contrast.”
“Well, it seems to me as much a yoke of bondage,” said Charles, “to
compel marriage as to compel celibacy, and that is what you are really
driving at. You are telling me that any one is a black sheep who does
not marry.”
“Not a very practical difficulty to you at this moment,” said
Carlton; “no one is asking you to go about on Coelebs' mission just
now, with Aristotle in hand and the class-list in view.”
“Well, excuse me,” said Charles, “if I have said anything very
foolish; you don't suppose I argue on such subjects with others.”