In a retired romantic village in the west of England, some years previous to the commencement of this history, there resided a Clergyman of the name of Howard; a man who might truly be/ pronounced an ornament to the sacred profession, and an honour to human nature: his piety was pure and unaffected, his learning profound without ostentation, and his benevolence unbounded: his charity was not confined to the poor of his own neighbourhood, but extended to the whole race of mankind. It was not that charity which simply consists in giving alms, and relieving the necessities of a few individuals; it was of a more exalted nature; it extended to all sects and denominations of men. He did not thunder anathemas from the pulpit on those who might differ from him in some particulars of their creed, or who, from education, or early associations, might be led to oppose their opinions to his. Far different from this was the mind of him who sought not his own gratification, but the everlasting welfare of those committed to his care. With the gentle voice of persuasion, he endeavoured/ to convince his hearers that the religion of his divine master was full of meekness and brotherly love; that it had no hatred, nor party spirit; bore no ill will to any man, but tended to promote the peace and happiness of all.

His life was in strict unison with his doctrine; it was spent in the exercise of active virtue, and universal kindness to his fellow creatures. He was revered and loved as a father by his parishioners; and held in estimation by all ranks of persons to whom he was known. His advice was eagerly solicited; and when given, either as it concerned the temporal or spiritual welfare of his flock, was venerated as that of a superior being.