The Glory of English Prose - Letters to My Grandson by Stephen Coleridge
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"Then was Christian glad and lightsome, and said with a merry
heart, 'He hath given me rest by His sorrow, and life by His death.' "Then he stood awhile to look and wonder, for it was very surprising to him that the sight of the cross should thus ease him of his burden. "He looked, therefore, and looked again, even till the springs that were in his head sent the waters down his cheeks." Bunyan died in 1688, and Dr. Johnson was born in 1709. Many years, therefore, elapsed between the time when they each displayed their greatest powers. The interval was occupied by many reputable worldly-wise writers, but I do not myself find, between these two masters of English prose, anyone who wrote passages of such great lustre that I can quote them for your admiration. You will have noticed, Antony, that all the writers whom I have quoted, and who reached the true nobility of speech necessary to command our tribute of unstinted praise, have been men of manifest piety and reverence. And you will find it difficult to discover really great and eloquent prose from the pen of any man whose heart is not filled with a simple faith in the goodness of God. Your loving old |
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