{"id":"01KG8B168168YV24292X7RPAF2","cid":"bafkreignevulru7lvt4bih2ca75tetq4nlacr3q7ehq7nw73pzyxiws24i","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreicreik5bsbzm7mfgmqzwwyvk3c5vvkccgg6p7wmrnvgwxof664zve","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"03_merry_wives_of_windsor_1905_page_0219.jpg","height":1778,"key":"pdf-page-1769806534357-4id4hz3jmcg","label":"03_merry_wives_of_windsor_1905_page_0219.jpg","page_number":219,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":415618,"text":"Appendix 213\n\" Next in order comes the good-natured but peppery Welsh par-\nson, Sir Hugh. . . . The country parish priests in those days were\na different class of men from the present members of the Establish-\nment :nevertheless, some scattered remnants of the old brother-\nhood may still be met with in those secluded villages where the\nhigh post and railroads swerve in the distance : men of almost\nindiscriminate sociality, taking an inoffensive part in the pastimes\nand homely mirth of the parishioners. I knew a gentleman who\nwell remembered Dr. Young, the eminent author of the Night\nThoughts, in his rectory at Welvi^n, in Hertfordshire. He had\ndined at his table on the Sunday, when he and any of his school-\nfellows had acquitted themselves creditably during the week at the\ngrammar school. Among other personal anecdotes, he told me\nthat he had constantly seen him playing at bowls on the Sunday,\nafter he had preached the words of peace and goodwill and eter-\nnal salvation to his flock. He not only tolerated, but even pro-\nmoted, that harmless recreation ; at the same time he had a keen\neye and a reproof for all who were truants at the hour of prayer.\n\" Sir Hugh Evans stands not aloof from the plot to get Anne a\ngood husband ; and he is master of the band of fairies to pinch\nand worry the fat knight in the revelry under Heme's oak. . . .\nAnd he was an actor, too, as well as manager of the revels ; for\nFalstaff says while they are tormenting him : * Heavens defend me\nfrom that Welsh fairy ! lest he transform me into a piece of cheese ! '\nEven in the noted scene of the duel with Doctor Caius, although\nthe honest preacher is forced into a ludicrous predicament by the\nhoax of mine host of the Garter, yet our kindly feeling for Sir\nHugh remains unimpaired. It is true, he waxeth into a tremendous\nWelsh passion : he is full of * melancholies ' and * tremplings of\nmind ; ' moreover, not being a professed duellist, his self-possession\nis not conspicuous : he sings a scrap of a madrigal and a line of a\npsalm, and mixes both. But when the belligerents do meet, and\nhe finds that they have been fooled by the whole party, he is the\none to preserve their mutual self-respect : * Pray you, let us not be","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:55:34.357Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true,"width":1084},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG89K4N3KNPAGDJAVRPVWBA4","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KG89JREDR8WY5QQGYR5FZRDY","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:55:34.913Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:55:37.225Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFH6ETXGRVD10WPNP3007D6"}}