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266 GEORGE Iff//TEE/ELD<br />

revival movement among his comrades in Flanders, and since<br />

his return home had preached in Methodist fashion, and been<br />

rewarded for his zeal by a place among knaves and felons !<br />

<strong>Whitefield</strong>'s ' grand catholicon ' under both public and<br />

domestic trials— preaching—was now used by him with un-<br />

remitting diligence ; and in the autumn of 1 749 we find him in a<br />

new district, and among a people as different from those of the<br />

west of England as Yorkshire moors are different from Devon-<br />

shire lanes and orchards. It was the splendid autumn season<br />

when he first clambered up that steep road ' winding between<br />

wave-like hills that rise and fall on every side of the horizon,<br />

with a long, illimitable look, as if they were a part of the line<br />

of the great serpent, which, the Norse legend says, girdles the<br />

world ; ' and was received at bleak little Haworth, sacred both to<br />

piety and genius, by William Grimshaw, the incumbent. The<br />

old parsonage (not the one in which the Brontes afterwards<br />

lived), standing half a mile from the church, and commanding<br />

from its windows a wide view of the valley of the Worth, and<br />

from its door the interlacing hills towards Keighley, the<br />

sheltered valley at their feet, and the swelling moors, traced<br />

with winding roads, that lie bordering on the moors of Ilkley,<br />

was solid and weather-beaten, like the sturdy man who then<br />

inhabited it. We do not know whether his eye often lingered<br />

on the beauty and grandeur that lay around his home ;<br />

perhaps<br />

at the most it would be a hurried glance that he would give,<br />

when he halted for a moment on the doorstone, as he went<br />

forth to preach, or returned from the same duty ;<br />

for he was an<br />

untiring apostle of the truth, and it would be little time that he<br />

could find for communion with nature. His work was to<br />

soften and change the rugged, hardened sinners of the village,<br />

and of all the district round, as far as his iron strength could<br />

carry him ; and for that he must only exchange the saddle<br />

where he made his sermons for the pulpit where he preached

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