of reason and interest had doubtless convinced him
that his passions and prejudices had led him into
a great error. That error he determined to recant;
and it cost him less to say that his opinion had been
changed by newly discovered evidence, than that he
had formed a wrong judgment with all the materials
for the forming of a right judgment before him.
The popular belief was that his retractation was the
effect of the tears, expostulations and reproaches
of his wife. The lady’s spirit was high;
her authority in the family was great; and she cared
much more about her house and her carriage, the plenty
of her table and the prospects of her children, than
about the patriarchal origin of government or the meaning
of the word Abdication. She had, it was asserted,
given her husband no peace by day or by night till
he had got over his scruples. In letters, fables,
songs, dialogues without number, her powers of seduction
and intimidation were malignantly extolled. She
was Xanthippe pouring water on the head of Socrates.
She was Dalilah shearing Samson. She was Eve
forcing the forbidden fruit into Adam’s mouth.
She was Job’s wife, imploring her ruined lord,
who sate scraping himself among the ashes, not to
curse and die, but to swear and live. While the
ballad makers celebrated the victory of Mrs. Sherlock,
another class of assailants fell on the theological
reputation of her spouse. Till he took the oaths,
he had always been considered as the most orthodox
of divines. But the captious and malignant criticism
to which his writings were now subjected would have
found heresy in the Sermon on the Mount; and he, unfortunately,
was rash enough to publish, at the very moment when
the outcry against his political tergiversation was
loudest, his thoughts on the mystery of the Trinity.
It is probable that, at another time, his work would
have been hailed by good Churchmen as a triumphant
answer to the Socinians and Sabellians. But,
unhappily, in his zeal against Socinians and Sabellians,
he used expressions which might be construed into
Tritheism. Candid judges would have remembered
that the true path was closely pressed on the right
and on the left by error, and that it was scarcely
possible to keep far enough from danger on one side
without going very close to danger on the other.
But candid judges Sherlock was not likely to find
among the Jacobites. His old allies affirmed
that he had incurred all the fearful penalties denounced
in the Athanasian Creed against those who divide the
substance. Bulky quartos were written to prove
that he held the existence of three distinct Deities;
and some facetious malecontents, who troubled themselves
very little about the Catholic verity, amused the
town by lampoons in English and Latin on his heterodoxy.
“We,” said one of these jesters, “plight
our faith to one King, and call one God to attest our
promise. We cannot think it strange that there
should be more than one King to whom the Doctor has
sworn allegiance, when we consider that the Doctor
has more Gods than one to swear by."61