[@3Boy discovered at a table, with the Thirty-Nine Articles before him.—Enter the Rt. Rev. Doctor Pillpots.@1] DOCTOR P.: THERE, My lad, lie, the Articles—@3[Boy begins to count them]@1just thirty-nine— No occasion to count—you've now only to sign. At Cambridge, where folks are less High-church than we, The whole Nine-and-Thirty are lumped into Three. Let's run o'er the items;—there's Justification, Predestination, and Supererogation,— Not forgetting Salvation and Creed Athanasian, Till we reach, at last, Queen Bess's Ratification. That's sufficient—now, sign—having read quite enough, You "believe in the full and true meaning thereof,"@3[Boy stares]@1 Oh, a mere form of words, to make things smooth and brief,— A commodious and short make-believe of belief, Which our Church has drawn up, in a form thus articular, To keep out, in general, all who're particular. But what's the boy doing? what! reading all through, And my luncheon fast cooling!—this never will do. BOY [@3poring over the Articles@1]: Here are points which—pray, Doctor, what's "Grace of Congruity?" DOCTOR P. [@3sharply@1]: You'll find out, young sir, when you've more ingenuity. At present, by signing, you pledge yourself merely, Whate'er it may be, to believe it sincerely. Both in @3dining@1 and @3signing@1 we take the same plan— First, swallow all down, then digest—as we can. BOY [@3still reading@1]: I've to gulp, I see, St. Athanasius's Creed, Which, I'm told, is a very tough morsel indeed; As he damns— DOCTOR P. [@3aside@1]: Ay, and so would @3I,@1 willingly, too, All confounded particular young boobies, like you. This comes of Reforming! all's o'er with our land, When people won't stand what they can't @3under@1stand; Nor perceive that our ever-revered Thirty-Nine Were made, not for men to @3believe,@1 but to @3sign.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOYAGE A L'INFINI by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG ODE ON SOLITUDE (FINAL PRINTED VERSION) by ALEXANDER POPE THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON TO ALEXIS IN ANSWER TO HIS POEM AGAINST FRUITION by APHRA BEHN |