One of my kin, a fantastic uncle, was a pastor—a priest for the Church of England who served in Canada’s province of Quebec. Household lore is that he was not a very good pastor. My mom was just lately sorting via some outdated household papers and got here throughout a letter that would appear to say that the lore relies on truth. This letter was despatched to him in 1942 by the Proper Reverend Philip Carrington, Bishop of Quebec. I don’t know something a lot about Carrington, however I love his forthrightness!
My Expensive [Name],
You requested me once more a few chaplaincy after I known as on you a month in the past. I’m going to let you know the brutal fact. I don’t see that you’d make an excellent chaplain. After I ordained you six years in the past, I did so as a result of (despite appearances) I believed you had qualities of power and devotion and onerous work, and sure skills in the way in which of coping with males and boys. I appointed you to Hatley as a result of I nonetheless had the identical impression. You confirmed sure indicators of power whenever you first went to Grosse Ile, however they didn’t seem once more till your brief keep at Ayers Cliff. Since then they’ve disappeared. The ladies’ work at Ayers Cliff has disappeared, too. So has the younger individuals’s work at Hatley. I listened to your excuses and was not satisfied. I such as you, as ; however friendship should not blind the eyes to details. In case you have not satisfied me that you’re working, it is rather unlikely that you simply are working. The reality, I now suspect, is that you’re bone-lazy. You don’t attend deanery conferences; you did not ship a boy to our camp; you’re as pleasant and sociable as will be; you do some visiting. My pricey Invoice, it isn’t adequate. You have to get right down to onerous, energetic methodical labour. I shall come, if potential, within the fall, and see how you’re getting on.