'
'It is the land of inspiration,' said Tancred, slightly blushing; 'and
when I am there, I would humbly pray that my course may be indicated to
me.'
'And you think that no prayers, however humble, would obtain for you
that indication before your departure?'
'This is not the land of inspiration,' replied Tancred, timidly.
'But you have your Church,' said Sidonia.
'Which I hold of divine institution, and which should be under the
immediate influence of the Holy Spirit,' said Tancred, dropping his
eyes, and colouring still more as he found himself already trespassing
on that delicate province of theology which always fascinated him, but
which it had been intimated to him by Lord Eskdale that he should avoid.
'Is it wanting to you, then, in this conjuncture?' inquired his
companion.
'I find its opinions conflicting, its decrees contradictory, its conduct
inconsistent,' replied Tancred. 'I have conferred with one who is
esteemed its most eminent prelate, and I have left him with a conviction
of what I had for some time suspected, that inspiration is not only a
divine but a local quality.'
'You and I have some reason to believe so,' said Sidonia. 'I believe
that God spoke to Moses on Mount Horeb, and you believe that he was
crucified, in the person of Jesus, on Mount Calvary.
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