Capitolo 24
"It would precisely be all right me", quoth Fletcher, making to turn on to the thought.
He had preached there, and he/she knew the raw character of his/her miners
and forgemen.
The old Vicar of Dunham curiously enough died suddenly. The day later
the event that her Mr. Met Hill his/her nephew to the Shrewsbury races, and in that
unlikeliests put of everybody, that the Madeley was systematized to live
you/he/she should be introduced to Fletcher.
It was clearly a matter that he should consult his/her friend Charles
Wesley, but although he craved, if God so it conducted, to undertake the job him,
greatly feared that many that were opposite violently to some of his
sights would withstand the appointment, and that the greatest barrier of
all, the Episcopalian one of Lichfield they would refuse to countersign his
references.
An extract from one of his/her letters to the Countess of the shows of Huntingdon
as everybody that these obstacles have been removed:--
"The difficulty to find correct references that I had looked
on as insurmountable, it immediately fades away; the three cleric that had
me opposite with the more bitterness signed them; the Episcopalian one of
Lichfield countersigns them without the least objection; the gentleman of
the feud, the my great opposer the leaves the parish; and the Vicar that
I dictate me that I should never preach in that church, it now recommends me
to him, and it tells me he will install me him. It is not this the
do you announce him some wish of God? It seems so to me."
Then it came to pass that in the book of parish you/he/she was made the following
entrance:--
"_John Fletcher, employed you/he/she was installed to the vicarage of Madeley the
17 October, 1760.--John Fletcher, Vicar._"
I CAPITULATE X.
AN ALARMED PARISH.
In the same month as Mary Bosanquet is expelled of the house of his/her father
to start again the life as a toiler for God, John Fletcher it established down
to his/her job in the parish of his/her choice.
Madeley lies three or four miles from the foot of the Wrekin in a
leaving without breath narrow and long valley through that the flows the River Severn. Then it was a