Alas The Church Of England!

Manchester, One Of The Greatest, If Not Really The Greatest Mere Village In England.

I Have Often Thought Of It As One Of The Most Barbarous Customs In The World, Considering Us As A Civilized And A Christian Country, That We Deny The Advantages Of Learning To Women.

As I Had Once Done Thus In My Breaking Away From My Parents, So I Could Not Be Content Now, But I Must Go And Leave The Happy View I Had Of Being A Rich And Thriving Man In My New Plantation, Only To Pursue A Rash And Immoderate Desire Of Rising Faster Than The Nature Of The Thing Admitted; And Thus I Cast My Self Down Again Into The Deepest Gulph Of Human Misery That Ever Man Fell Into, Or Perhaps Could Be Consistent With Life And A State Of Health In The World.

Reason, It Is True, Is Dictator In The Society Of Mankind; From Her There Ought To Lie No Appeal; But Here We Want A Pope In Our Philosophy, To Be The Infallible Judge Of What Is Or Is Not Reason.

Vice Came In Always At The Door Of Necessity, Not At The Door Of Inclination.