The Works Of The Rev James Hervey Rector Of Weston Favell Northamptonshire To Which Is Prefixed The Life Of The Author Complete In One Volume

How did the penitentiary get its name? Why did the English impose long prison sentences? Did class and economic conflict really lie at the heart of their correctional system? In a groundbreaking study that challenges the assumptions of modern criminal justice scholarship, Laurie Throness answers many questions like these by exposing the deep theological roots of the judicial institutions of eighteenth-century Britain. The book offers a scholarly account of the passage of the Penitentiary Act of 1779, combining meticulous attention to detail with a sweeping theological overview of the century prior to the Act. But it is not just an intellectual history. It tells a fascinating story of a broader religious movement, and the people and beliefs that motivated them to create a new institution. The work is original because it relies so completely on original sources. It is mystical because it mingles heavenly with earthly justice. It is authoritative because of its explanatory power. Its anecdotes and insights, poetry and song, provide intriguing glimpses into another era strangely familiar to our own. Of special interest to social and legal historians, criminologists, and theologians, this work will also appeal to a wider audience of those who are interested in Christianity's impact on Western culture and institutions.

Excerpt from A Collection of the Letters of the Late Reverend James Hervey, A. M, Vol. 1 of 2: Rector of Weston-Favell, in Northamptonshire, and Author of the Meditations on the Tombs, Flower-Garde, &C.; To Which Is Prefixed, an Account of His Life and Death 'Alas! grim Death hath shot the fatal Dart, Which long seem'd pointed at his languid Heart. Th' infatiate Tyrant, crown'd with fun'ral Gloom, In Triumph drags him to the hollow Tomb; Who now so well can paint the blooming Flower, Or preach from Sepulchres at Midnight Hour? Who now so well the Starry Heavens scan, And read the Lectures Nature meant for Man? No more his Voice a careless World can move, Or tell the Wonders of redeeming Love; No more shall Thousands round his Pulpit throng To hear the heav'nly Precepts of his Tongue: For lo! above this gross impurer Air, Releas'd from every Pain, and every Care: He soars alost (angelick Hosts his Guide) On Wings new plum'd, which ne'er before he try'd. With rapid Speed his golden Pinions rise Thro' starry Plains, and skim th'Empyrean Skies. And now where sparkling Portals wide display The blissful Regions of eternal Day His Lord receives him 'midst caelestial Choirs, Who crown his Head, and strike their golden 'Lyres; Thro' Heav'ns glad Courts the greeting Anthems 'roll, And Joys new blooming feast his ravish'd Soul; Joys which to tell all Eloquence is faint, And which the loftiest Muse can never paint. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works."