Cambridge Pieces

The following article, which originally appeared in the Cambridge magazine, 1 March, 1913, is by Mr. A. T. Bartholomew, of the University Library, Cambridge, who has most kindly allowed me to include it in the present volume.  Mr. Bartholomew’s discovery of Samuel Butler’s parody of the Simeonite tract throws a most interesting light upon a curious passage in the way of all flesh, and it is a great pleasure to me to be able to give Butlerians the story of Mr. Bartholomew’s “find” in his own words.

Readers of Samuel Butler’s remarkable story The Way of All Flesh will probably recall his description of the Simeonites (chap. xlvii), who still flourished at Cambridge when Ernest Pontifex was up at Emmanuel.  Ernest went down in 1858; so did Butler.  Throughout the book the spiritual and intellectual life and development of Ernest are drawn from Butler’s own experience.

“The one phase of spiritual activity which had any life in it during the time Ernest was at Cambridge was connected with the name of Simeon.  There were still a good many Simeonites, or as they were more briefly called ‘Sims,’ in Ernest’s time.  Every college contained some of them, but their head-quarters were at Caius, whither they were attracted by Mr. Clayton, who was at that time senior tutor, and among the sizars of St. John’s.  Behind the then chapel of this last-named college was a ‘labyrinth’ (this was the name it bore) of dingy, tumble-down rooms,” and here dwelt many Simeonites, “unprepossessing in feature, gait, and manners, unkempt and ill-dressed beyond what can be easily described.  Destined most of them for the Church, the Simeonites held themselves to have received a very loud call to the ministry . . .  They would be instant in season and out of season in imparting spiritual instruction to all whom they could persuade to listen to them.  But the soil of the more prosperous undergraduates was not suitable for the seed they tried to sow.  When they distributed tracts, dropping them at night into good men’s letter boxes while they were asleep, their tracts got burnt, or met with even worse contumely.”  For Ernest Pontifex “they had a repellent attraction; he disliked them, but he could not bring himself to leave them alone.  On one occasion he had gone so far as to parody one of the tracts they had sent round in the night, and to get a copy dropped into each of the leading Simeonites’ boxes.  The subject he had taken was ’Personal Cleanliness.’”

Some years ago I found among the Cambridge papers in the late Mr. J. W. Clark’s collection three printed pieces bearing on the subject.  The first is a genuine Simeonite tract; the other two are parodies.  All three are anonymous.  At the top of the second parody is written “By S. Butler.  March 31.”  It will be necessary to give a few quotations from the Simeonite utterance in order to bring out the full flavour of Butler’s parody, which is given entire.  Butler went up to St. John’s in October, 1854; so at the time of writing this squib he was in his second term, and 18 years of age.

A.T.B.

I.—­Extracts from the sheet dated “St. John’s College, March 13th, 1855.”  In a manuscript note this is stated to be by Ynyr Lamb, of St. John’s (B.A., 1862).

1.  When a celebrated French king once showed the infidel philosopher Hume into his carriage, the latter at once leaped in, on which his majesty remarked:  “That’s the most accomplished man living.”

It is impossible to presume enough on Divine grace; this kind of presumption is the characteristic of Heaven. . .

2.  Religion is not an obedience to external forms or observances, but “a bold leap in the dark into the arms of an affectionate Father.”

4.  However Church Music may raise the devotional feelings, these bring a man not one iota nearer to Christ, neither is it acceptable in His sight.

13.  The one thing needful is Faith:  Faith = 0.25 (historical faith) + 0.75 (heart-belief, or assurance, or justification) 1.25 peace; and peace=Ln Trust—­care+joy^(n-r+1)

18.  The Lord’s church has been always peculiarly tried at different stages of history, and each era will have its peculiar glory in eternity. . . .  At the present time the trial for the church is peculiar; never before, perhaps, were the insinuations of the adversary so plausible and artful—­his ingenuity so subtle—­himself so much an angel of light—­experience has sharpened his wit—­“While men slept the enemy sowed tares”—­he is now the base hypocrite—­he suits his blandishments to all—­the Church is lulled in the arms of the monster, rolling the sweet morsel under her tongue . . .