The Village curate (1810s)
“ Far different were the feelings of Mr Benley.—"How variegated is the life of man! His morn of infancy rises immersed in clouds, and the lowering tempest carries ruin in its aspect. Anon, the friendly breeze of fortune disperses the threatening storm; prosperity's golden sun sheds forth its cheering rays, enervates the chill blasts of his black adversity, and decks the evening of his days in smiles of joy." And oft the ministers of fate reverse the pleaing scene!" said Trueman. ”
