ABSTRACT
A Curé of my acquaintance is just going to be married. He has had a literary dispute with the bishop of his diocese, on the right of the clergy to marry. The curé insists that it is the natural right of every man to take unto himself a wife, if he thinks proper to run that risk; and he confessed to me yesterday, that, though he felt not the smallest inclination to enter into the marriage state, but on the contrary preferred a single life, he had resolved upon matrimony merely to show Mons. Lévesque, that a priest might take that measure if he pleased. I know some married people both in France and England, who would perhaps think this is carrying the desire of triumph in argument rather too great a length; and who would, I believe, counsel the curé to yield this polemic victory, sooner than purchase it with a wife into the bargain. But my friend the curé is so amiable, that I am persuaded he will make an excellent husband, and will be happy in spite of the bishop.
