Sir, answered Adams, if Mr. Whitefield had carried his doctrine no farther than you mention, I should
have remained, as I once was, his well-wisher. I am, myself, as great an enemy to the luxury and splendour
of the clergy as he can be. I do not, more than he, by the flourishing estate of the Church, understand
the palaces, equipages, dress, furniture, rich dainties, and vast fortunes of her ministers. Surely those
things, which savour so strongly of this world, become not the servants of one who professed His kingdom
was not of it. But when he began to call nonsense and enthusiasm to his aid, and set up the detestable
doctrine of faith against good works, I was his friend no longer; for surely that doctrine was coined in
hell; and one would think none but the devil himself could have the confidence to preach it. For can anything
be more derogatory to the honour of God than for men to imagine that the all-wise Being will hereafter
say to the good and virtuous, Notwithstanding the purity of thy life, notwithstanding that constant rule
of virtue and goodness in which you walked upon earth, still, as thou didst not believe everything in the
true orthodox manner, thy want of faith shall condemn thee? Or, on the other side, can any doctrine
have a more pernicious influence on society, than a persuasion that it will be a good plea for the villain
at the last dayLord, it is true I never obeyed one of thy commandments, yet punish me not, for I believe
them all?I suppose, sir, said the bookseller, your sermons are of a different kind.Aye, sir, said
Adams; the contrary, I thank Heaven, is inculcated in almost every page, or I should belie my own opinion,
which hath always been, that a virtuous and good Turk, or heathen, are more acceptable in the sight
of their Creator than a vicious and wicked Christian, though his faith was as perfectly orthodox as St.
Pauls himself.I wish you success, says the bookseller, but must beg to be excused, as my hands
are so very full at present; and indeed, I am afraid you will find a backwardness in the trade to engage
in a book which the clergy would be certain to cry down.God forbid, says Adams, any books should
be propagated which the clergy would cry down; but if you mean by the clergy, some few designing factious
men, who have it at heart to establish some favourite schemes at the price of the liberty of mankind,
and the very essence of religion, it is not in the power of such persons to decry any book they please; witness
that excellent book called, A Plain Account of the Nature and End of the Sacrament; a book written
(if I may venture on the expression) with the pen of an angel, and calculated to restore the true use
of Christianity, and of that sacred institution; for what could tend more to the noble purposes of religion
than frequent cheerful meetings among the members of a society, in which they should, in the presence
of one another, and in the service of the Supreme Being, make promises of being good, friendly, and
benevolent to each other? Now, this excellent book was attacked by a party, but unsuccessfully. At
these words Barnabas fell a-ringing with all the violence imaginable; upon which a servant attending, he
bid him bring a bill immediately; for that he was in company, for aught he knew, with the devil himself; and
he expected to hear the Alcoran, the Leviathan, or Woolston commended, if he staid a few minutes
longer. Adams desired, as he was so much moved at his mentioning a book which he did without apprehending
any possibility of offence, that he would be so kind to propose any objections he had to it, which he
would endeavour to answer.I propose objections! said Barnabas, I never read a syllable in any
such wicked book; I never saw it in my life, I assure you.Adams was going to answer, when a most
hideous uproar began in the inn. Mrs. Tow-wouse, Mr. Tow-wouse, and Betty, all lifting up their voices
together; but Mrs. Tow-wouses voice, like a bass viol in a concert, was clearly and distinctly distinguished
among the rest, and was heard to articulate the following sounds:O you damnd villain! is this the
return to all the care I have taken of your family? This the reward of my virtue? Is this the manner in
which you behave to one who brought you a fortune, and preferred you to so many matches, all your
betters? To abuse my bed, my own bed, with my own servant! but Ill maul the slut, Ill tear her nasty
eyes out! Was ever such a pitiful dog, to take up with such a mean trollop? If she had been a gentlewoman,
like myself, it had been some excuse; but a beggarly, saucy, dirty servant-maid. Get you out of my house,
you whore. To which she added another name, which we do not care to stain our paper with. It was
a monosyllable beginning with a b, and indeed was the same as if she had pronounced the words,
she-dog. Which term we shall, to avoid offence, use on this occasion, though indeed both the mistress
and the maid uttered the above-mentioned b, a word extremely disgustful to females of the lower sort.
Betty had borne all hitherto with patience, and had uttered only lamentations; but the last appellation
stung her to the quick. I am a woman as well as yourself, she roared out, and no she-dog; and if I
have been a little naughty, I am not the first; if I have been no better than I should be, cries she, sobbing,
thats no reason why you should call me out of my name; my be-betters are wo-rse than me.Huzzy,