his so-called pastor for the loan of a typewriter shows:—
A virtuous maid has arrived at this house, for whose spiritual welfare I am bound to concern myself.
She is to do certain copying for Goodman Hart and myself on that carnal instrument called a typewriter, which I myself eschew, finding it to savor little of the great Scriptural Types which we are bidden to revere.
Now the only typewriting machine yet accessible here is that belonging to your neighbor Goodman Cooke, a species of lay preacher, who offers his for the afternoon.
Yet I ask myself, Is it meet that this maid, soberly nurtured . . . should perform the office of writing on a Unitarian typewriter and that only?
Should she not be kept in the right path, during each morning, by a typewriter of sounder views —your own perchance?
Pray consider, perpend and reply.
Your faithful Parishioner.
Written at the breakfast table—hence spots.
But what are these, besides spots on the Faith?