Mr Kingsley begins then by exclaiming- ‘O the chicanery, the wholesale fraud, the vile hypocrisy, the conscience-killing tyranny of Rome! We have not far to seek for an evidence of it. There’s Father Newman to wit: one living specimen is worth a hundred dead ones. He, a Priest writing of Priests, tells us that lying is never any harm.’I interpose: ‘You are taking a most extraordinary liberty with my name. If I have said this, tell me when and where.’Mr Kingsley replies: ‘You said it, Reverend Sir, in a Sermon which you preached, when a Protestant, as Vicar of St Mary’s, and published in 1844; and I could read you a very salutary lecture on the effects which that Sermon had at the time on my own opinion of you.’I make answer: ‘Oh…NOT, it seems, as a Priest speaking of Priests-but let us have the passage.’Mr Kingsley relaxes: ‘Do you know, I like your TONE. From your TONE I rejoice, greatly rejoice, to be able to believe that you did not mean what you said.’I rejoin: ‘MEAN it! I maintain I never SAID it, whether as a Protestant or as a Catholic.’Mr Kingsley replies: ‘I waive that point.’I object: ‘Is it possible! What? waive the main question! I either said it or I didn’t. You have made a monstrous charge against me; direct, distinct, public. You are bound to prove it as directly, as distinctly, as publicly-or to own you can’t.”Well,’ says Mr Kingsley, ‘if you are quite sure you did not say it, I’ll take your word for it; I really will.’My WORD! I am dumb. Somehow I thought that it was my WORD that happened to be on trial. The WORD of a Professor of lying, that he does not lie!But Mr Kingsley reassures me: ‘We are both gentlemen,’ he says: ‘I have done as much as one English gentleman can expect from another.’I begin to see: he thought me a gentleman at the very time he said I taught lying on system…
Mr Kingsley begins then by exclaiming- ‘O the chicanery, the wholesale fraud, the vile hypocrisy, the conscience-killing tyranny of Rome! We have not far to seek for an evidence of it. There’s Father Newman to wit: one living specimen is worth a hundred dead ones. He, a Priest writing of Priests, tells us that lying is never any harm.’I interpose: ‘You are taking a most extraordinary liberty with my name. If I have said this, tell me when and where.’Mr Kingsley replies: ‘You said it, Reverend Sir, in a Sermon which you preached, when a Protestant, as Vicar of St Mary’s, and published in 1844; and I could read you a very salutary lecture on the effects which that Sermon had at the time on my own opinion of you.’I make answer: ‘Oh…NOT, it seems, as a Priest speaking of Priests-but let us have the passage.’Mr Kingsley relaxes: ‘Do you know, I like your TONE. From your TONE I rejoice, greatly rejoice, to be able to believe that you did not mean what you said.’I rejoin: ‘MEAN it! I maintain I never SAID it, whether as a Protestant or as a Catholic.’Mr Kingsley replies: ‘I waive that point.’I object: ‘Is it possible! What? waive the main question! I either said it or I didn’t. You have made a monstrous charge against me; direct, distinct, public. You are bound to prove it as directly, as distinctly, as publicly-or to own you can’t.”Well,’ says Mr Kingsley, ‘if you are quite sure you did not say it, I’ll take your word for it; I really will.’My WORD! I am dumb. Somehow I thought that it was my WORD that happened to be on trial. The WORD of a Professor of lying, that he does not lie!But Mr Kingsley reassures me: ‘We are both gentlemen,’ he says: ‘I have done as much as one English gentleman can expect from another.’I begin to see: he thought me a gentleman at the very time he said I taught lying on system…
