If he went farther and insisted that, when they wished to lift ...

If he went farther and insisted that, when they wished to lift up their hearts in song, it must not be in carnal ditties like 'A Frog He Would A'Wooing Go', but in hymns- By cool Siloam's glassy pool; How sweet the lily grows; How sweet the scent upon the hill; Of Sharon's dewy rose. We might credit him / her with a touch of diabolical humor.

We should be wrong in a matter where it is both important and difficult to go right.

He may have been a low hypocrite who slept with pretty mill girls on the sly.

He may have been a kindly and intelligent man who had convinced himself that only by production, kept down to the lowest cost, could the country be fed, and that the sufferings of the poor in this present time were not worthy to be compared with the glory which should be revealed in them hereafter. Or, like most of us, he may have been something in between: borne along partly by conviction, partly by example, and neither disposed nor able to analyse ideas which proved themselves by their material results.