Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-01-08

Old novels which present situations
applicable to modern life must for
ever remain new. Such an old.new
story is "Framley Parsonage" writ
ten before our Civil War by the Eng
| lish postal clerk, Anthony Trollope.
There are three points in this par
ticular novel which impinge upon
| 1927. Previously we have presented
| the relation of the Rev. Mark Rob
arts and his inability to say no" as
shown in the tale, to a recent address
given over radio.
Today we take pleasure in present
| ing the second of these situations. q
/ moving picture of a lecture on right
conduct given by one clergyman 20
another, taken from this novel, and
presented here with the hope that
every reader may he able to make
some personal application of the les
son.
1t is an old fallacy, derived from
school days. that lessons" must nee
essarily he disagreeable. Here, for
instance, is an opportunity for every
man and woman to receive q "1es-
son" painlessly, and. we hope, pleas
antly.
Is there any one living, we wonder,
who does not, at some time or other,
indulge in some practice OF habit in
compatible with his position in life?
This is where we all come in: the
novel presents the condition of the
young Mark RObarts rector, who in
dulges in fox hunting with his friend,
the young Lord Luton, and thus
achieves the unenyiabc distinction of
being known, as Il hunting parson."
AS SportloVfne a people as the Brit
ish were (and are) they could not, it
seems, quite swall w the idea of a
minister of the gospel hunting the fox
to it's doom. Those who follow in
His steps, they thought, ought not
TO act so.
Lady Luton, who had n hand in
appointing the various members of
the clergy in her parish. was Mortified
by the hunting procivities OF her IA
vorite "parsOn."
Casting about for a way to correct
his activities III this line, she hit upon
the scheme of sending the Rev. EraW-
ley, brother clergyman, to reason
with Robarts.
In appearance he (Crawlcy) was
the very opposite to Mark RobartS.
He was a lean, slim, meager man.
with shoulders slightly curved. and
pale, lank, long locks Of ragged hair;
his forehead was high, but his face
was narrow; his small gray eyes
were deeply sunken in his head his
nose was well formed. his lips thin
and his mouth expressive. Nobody
could look at him without seeing
that there was a purpose and a
meaning in his cOuntenance. lie al
ways wore in Summer and Winter i
long, dusky gray coat, which buttoned
close up to his neck, and descended
almost to his heels. He was full six
feet high, but being SO slight in build
he looked as though he were taller"
This was the man Lady Luton Sc
lected to be her ambassador to the
handsome, young, ambitious Mark
Robarts, who had taken orders" but
might as easily have got a commits
sion in the Army or gone into the
Navy, or set up as barrister in
chambers.
Lady Luton found that the Rev.
Crawley did not mince matters with
her; he told her frankly that he did
not feel it within a woman's province
to give counsel to a clergyman on
such a subject, unless she be very
near and dear to him--his wife, or
mother, or sister," and told the lady
that if he consented to speak to Rob
arts, he must do it in his own way,
using such words as God may give
me at the time" Continuing, he said:
II hope I am harsh to no man; but
it is worse than useless, in all cases,
to speak anything but the truth.
"Of course--of course" hastily
agreed Lady Luton.
''If the ears be too delicate to hear
the truth the mind will be too perverse
to profit by it" And then, TrOllope