With Wesleyan-Methodists he has something in common, but his soul trembles in agony at the iniquities of the Puseyites.

His aversion is carried to things outward as well as inward.

His gall rises at a new church with a high-pitched roof; a full-breasted black silk waistcoat is with him a symbol of Satan; and a profane jest-book would not, in his view, more foully desecrate the church seat of a Christian than a book of prayer printed with red letters and ornamented with a cross on the back.
Most active clergymen have their hobby, and Sunday observances are his.

Sunday, however, is a word which never pollutes his mouth--it is always "the Sabbath." The "desecration of the Sabbath," as he delights to call it, is to him meat and drink: he thrives upon that as policemen do on the general evil habits of the community.

It is the loved subject of all his evening discourses, the source of all his eloquence, the secret of all his power over the female heart.
To him the revelation of God appears only in that one law given for Jewish observance.