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Pabo - The Priest
"Pabo - The Priest" from Sabine Baring-Gould. Anglican priest, hagiographer, antiquarian, novelist and eclectic scholar (1834 – 1924).
150 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1898
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Sabine Baring-Gould
888 books69 followersSabine Baring-Gould was born in the parish of St Sidwell, Exeter. The eldest son of Edward Baring-Gould and his first wife, Sophia Charlotte (née Bond), he was named after a great-uncle, the Arctic explorer Sir Edward Sabine. Because the family spent much of his childhood travelling round Europe, most of his education was by private tutors. He only spent about two years in formal schooling, first at King's College School in London (then located in Somerset House) and then, for a few months, at Warwick Grammar School (now Warwick School). Here his time was ended by a bronchial disease of the kind that was to plague him throughout his long life. His father considered his ill-health as a good reason for another European tour.
In 1852 he was admitted to Cambridge University, earning the degrees of Bachelor of Arts in 1857, then Master of Arts in 1860 from Clare College, Cambridge. During 1864, he became the curate at Horbury Bridge, West Riding of Yorkshire. It was while acting as a curate that he met Grace Taylor, the daughter of a mill hand, then aged fourteen. In the next few years they fell in love. His vicar, John Sharp, arranged for Grace to live for two years with relatives in York to learn middle class manners. Baring-Gould, meanwhile, relocated to become perpetual curate at Dalton, near Thirsk. He and Grace were married in 1868 at Wakefield. Their marriage lasted until her death 48 years later, and the couple had 15 children, all but one of whom lived to adulthood. When he buried his wife in 1916 he had carved on her tombstone the Latin motto Dimidium Animae Meae ("Half my Soul").
Baring-Gould became the rector of East Mersea in Essex in 1871 and spent ten years there. In 1872 his father died and he inherited the 3,000 acre (12 km²) family estates of Lew Trenchard in Devon, which included the gift of the living of Lew Trenchard parish. When the living became vacant in 1881, he was able to appoint himself to it, becoming parson as well as squire. He did a great deal of work restoring St Peter's Church, Lew Trenchard, and (from 1883 – 1914) thoroughly remodelled his home, Lew Trenchard Manor.
In 1852 he was admitted to Cambridge University, earning the degrees of Bachelor of Arts in 1857, then Master of Arts in 1860 from Clare College, Cambridge. During 1864, he became the curate at Horbury Bridge, West Riding of Yorkshire. It was while acting as a curate that he met Grace Taylor, the daughter of a mill hand, then aged fourteen. In the next few years they fell in love. His vicar, John Sharp, arranged for Grace to live for two years with relatives in York to learn middle class manners. Baring-Gould, meanwhile, relocated to become perpetual curate at Dalton, near Thirsk. He and Grace were married in 1868 at Wakefield. Their marriage lasted until her death 48 years later, and the couple had 15 children, all but one of whom lived to adulthood. When he buried his wife in 1916 he had carved on her tombstone the Latin motto Dimidium Animae Meae ("Half my Soul").
Baring-Gould became the rector of East Mersea in Essex in 1871 and spent ten years there. In 1872 his father died and he inherited the 3,000 acre (12 km²) family estates of Lew Trenchard in Devon, which included the gift of the living of Lew Trenchard parish. When the living became vacant in 1881, he was able to appoint himself to it, becoming parson as well as squire. He did a great deal of work restoring St Peter's Church, Lew Trenchard, and (from 1883 – 1914) thoroughly remodelled his home, Lew Trenchard Manor.
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January 7, 2020
I haven't read many Sabine Baring-Gould works, so I cannot compare it to others. However, this reminded me a bit of Anthony Trollope and his type of story.
A 50-something textile mill owner is swept away in a flood and presumed dead. Left behind is Salome, a young lady who has grown up in his house as the daughter of his housekeeper, and who has become as a daughter to him; Mrs. Sidebottom, his money-grabbing half-sister, along with her lazy adult son; and Mr. Philip Pennycomequick, his nephew, whom the mill owner has never met because he had never forgiven Philip's father for being swindled out of his share in the mill. (Got all that?)
What develops is a story of inheritance, honor, self-conceit, and skeletons in the closet.. and of a man presumed dead but who isn't.
Baring-Gould had a similar fault as Victor Hugo, IMO, in that he seemed to wander into side topics and mini-lectures. It wasn't as grievous as Hugo, though, in that each episode didn't last as long. I found the story engaging, and I sympathized with the all-too-human characters.
The LibriVox reader did a good job. His reading style was good, although one can hear his editing patches pretty readily, so it's not a perfect recording. I found him easy to listen to.
A 50-something textile mill owner is swept away in a flood and presumed dead. Left behind is Salome, a young lady who has grown up in his house as the daughter of his housekeeper, and who has become as a daughter to him; Mrs. Sidebottom, his money-grabbing half-sister, along with her lazy adult son; and Mr. Philip Pennycomequick, his nephew, whom the mill owner has never met because he had never forgiven Philip's father for being swindled out of his share in the mill. (Got all that?)
What develops is a story of inheritance, honor, self-conceit, and skeletons in the closet.. and of a man presumed dead but who isn't.
Baring-Gould had a similar fault as Victor Hugo, IMO, in that he seemed to wander into side topics and mini-lectures. It wasn't as grievous as Hugo, though, in that each episode didn't last as long. I found the story engaging, and I sympathized with the all-too-human characters.
The LibriVox reader did a good job. His reading style was good, although one can hear his editing patches pretty readily, so it's not a perfect recording. I found him easy to listen to.
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