The Infidel: A Story of the Great Revival — Reading Companion
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CHAPTER I. GRUB-STREET SCRIBBLERS
CHAPTER II. MISS LESTER, OF THE PATENT THEATRES
CHAPTER III. AT MRS. MANDALAY'S ROOMS
CHAPTER IV. A MORNING CALL
CHAPTER V. A SERIOUS FAMILY
CHAPTER VI. A WOMAN WHO COULD SAY NO
CHAPTER VII. PRIDE CONQUERS LOVE
CHAPTER VIII. THE LOVE THAT FOLLOWS THE DEAD
CHAPTER IX. THE SANDS RUN DOWN
CHAPTER X. A DUTY VISIT
CHAPTER XI. ANTONIA'S INITIATION
CHAPTER XII. "SO RUN THAT YE MAY OBTAIN"
CHAPTER XIII. IN ST. JAMES'S SQUARE
CHAPTER XIV. "ONE THREAD IN LIFE WORTH SPINNING"
CHAPTER XV. "MY LADY AND MY LOVE"
CHAPTER XVI. DEATH AND VICTORY
CHAPTER XVII. SWORD AND BIBLE
CHAPTER XVIII. "AS A GRAIN OF MUSTARD SEED"
CHAPTER XIX. "CHOOSE OF TWO LOVERS"
CHAPTER XX. "AND CLEAVE UNTO THE BEST"
GRUB-STREET SCRIBBLERS.
Father and daughter worked together at the trade of letters in the days when George the Second was king and Grub Street was a reality. For them literature was indeed a trade, since William Thornton wrote only what the booksellers wanted, and adjusted the supply to the demand. No sudden inspirations, no freaks of a vagabond fancy ever distracted him from the question of bread and cheese; so many sides of letter-paper to produce so many pounds. He wrote everything. He contributed verse as well as prose to the _Gentleman's Magazine_, and had been the winner of one of those prizes which the liberal Mr. Cave offered for the best poem sent to him. Nothing came amiss to his facile pen. In politics he was strong--on either side. He could write for or against any measure, and had condemned and applauded the same politicians in fiery articles above different aliases, anticipating by the vehemence of his phrases the coming guineas. He wrote history or natural history for the instruction of youth, not so well as Goldsmith, but with a glib directness that served. He wrote philosophy for the sick-bed of old age, and romance to feed the dreams of lovers. He stole from the French, the Spaniards, the Italians, and turned Latin epigrams into English jests. He burnt incense before any altar, and had written much that was base and unworthy when the fancy of the town set that way, and a ribald pen was at a premium. He had written for the theatres with fair success, and his manuscript sermons at a crown apiece found a ready market.
Yes, Mr. Thornton wrote sermons--he, the unfrocked priest, the audacious infidel, who believed in nothing better than this earth upon which he and his kindred worms were crawling; nothing to come after the tolling bell, no recompense for sorrows here, no reunion with the beloved dead--only the sexton and the spade, and the forgotten grave.
It was eighteen years since his young wife had died and left him with an infant daughter--this very Antonia, his stay and comfort now, his indefatigable helper, his Mercury, tripping with light foot between his lodgings and the booksellers or the newspaper offices, to carry his copy, or to sue for a guinea or two in advance for work to be done.
When his wife died he was curate-in-charge of a remote Lincolnshire parish, not twenty miles from that watery region at the mouth of the Humber, that Epworth which John Wesley's renown had glorified. Here in this lonely place, after two years of widowhood, a great trouble had fallen upon him. He always recurred to it with the air of a martyr, and pitied himself profoundly, as one more sinned against than sinning.
A farmer's daughter, a strapping wench of eighteen, had induced him to elope with her. This Adam ever described Eve as the initiator of his fall.
They went to London together, meaning to sail for Jersey in a trading smack, which left the docks for that fertile island twice in a month. The damsel was of years of discretion, and the elopement was no felony; but it happened awkwardly for the parson that she carried her father's cash-box with her, containing some two hundred pounds, upon which Mr. Thornton was to start a dairy farm. They were hotly pursued by the infuriated father, and were arrested in London as they were stepping on board the Jersey smack, and Thornton was caught with the cash on his person.
The novel begins not with a revivalist sermon but with a Grub-Street scribbler, William Thornton, who writes for bread and cheese, turning his hand to anything from politics to sermons. His daughter works beside him, and the opening chapter establishes a world where literature is a trade, not a calling. This mercenary literary milieu contrasts sharply with the religious fervor that later enters the story through the Methodist preacher Stobart and his encounters with John Wesley.
The excerpts show Braddon shifting between these two spheres: the pragmatic, skeptical world of the Thorntons and the passionate, itinerant world of Wesley's followers. The narrative voice is detached and observant, noting the contradictions in both camps without overt judgment.
The Trade of Letters and the Infidel Mind
The opening chapter introduces William Thornton as a hack who writes for money, not inspiration. He “adjusted the supply to the demand,” producing verse, history, philosophy, and even sermons—despite being an “unfrocked priest” and “audacious infidel.” This portrait of a writer who believes in nothing beyond the material world sets up the “infidel” of the title. The daughter works alongside him, but her views remain unclear in the excerpts. The narrative emphasizes the mechanical nature of their labor: “so many sides of letter-paper to produce so many pounds.” This economic framing of literary work grounds the story in concrete, unromantic detail.
Wesley’s Itinerant Ministry and Stobart’s Devotion
The middle excerpts follow Stobart, a Methodist deacon, traveling with John Wesley through rough country, preaching to “hundreds of thousands.” The physical hardships are noted—rough meals, hard beds, roadside hovels—but the focus is on Stobart’s spiritual zeal. He writes letters to Lady Kilrush, “aflame with the ardent desire to save that one most precious soul.” His language is urgent and emotional: he has “wrestled with the infidel spirit as Jacob wrestled with the angel.” The excerpts also reveal his domestic life: a placid wife who cares about household details like “cream-jug of some special ware” and a “damask table-cloth.” This juxtaposition of high religious passion and mundane marital affection gives Stobart a layered humanity.
Antonia’s Resistance and the Infidel’s Voice
Lady Kilrush, addressed as Antonia, responds to Stobart’s fervent letters with a measured, skeptical reply. She asks, “can you not be content with so many victories … and leave one solitary sinner to work out her own destiny?” Her words reveal a mind that cannot “realize your kingdom of the saints” and is appalled by the universe’s vastness. She longs to see her deceased husband in a “new and better life,” but this hope is expressed as a conditional wish, not a conviction. Antonia’s voice is rational, poignant, and resistant to conversion. The excerpts do not reveal her ultimate fate, but her intellectual independence marks her as a counterpoint to Stobart’s evangelical certainty.
Structure and Shifts in Narrative Focus
The excerpts move from the cramped London garret of the Thorntons to the open roads of Wesley’s revival, then to the private correspondence between Stobart and Antonia. This structural shift mirrors the novel’s thematic tension between worldly compromise and spiritual aspiration. Braddon uses letters to convey interior conflict, allowing Antonia’s doubts to be expressed directly. The narrative does not privilege one perspective; the hack writer, the devoted preacher, and the skeptical lady each receive sympathetic attention. Readers should note how these early sections establish a pattern of contrast—between commerce and faith, domesticity and mission, certainty and doubt—that likely shapes the rest of the story.
The Role of John Wesley as a Character
John Wesley appears in the excerpts primarily through Stobart’s reports and the narrator’s brief mentions. He is a figure of authority and suffering, having endured a “virago” wife who opened his letters and insulted his friends. This detail humanizes the religious leader, suggesting that even the founder of Methodism faced domestic turmoil. Stobart compares his own placid marriage favorably to Wesley’s, implying that spiritual leadership does not guarantee personal happiness. Wesley’s presence looms over the narrative, but the excerpts keep him at a distance, focusing instead on how his followers interpret and apply his teachings.
The excerpts establish a novel of contrasts: between the hack writer’s materialism and the preacher’s spiritual fervor, between domestic contentment and missionary zeal. Braddon’s prose is precise and unsentimental, even when describing religious ecstasy. Readers should attend to the letters as a key device for revealing character and conflict. The infidel of the title may not be a single person but a stance—a refusal to accept easy answers, whether from the marketplace or the pulpit.
The rain kept time with Stobart’s restless journey, that old ache between fervent faith and worldly trade. Later, drying off, I found myself thinking how a single thread of duty can unravel a whole life. That quiet unease led me, almost without deciding, to The Prisoner of the Mill; or, Captain Hayward's "Body Guard" — Themes and Context, where captivity wears a gentler, stranger face.
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