10 Metaphors for curates

How jolly!" Julius went across to the town-hall hospital, and told the Sisters, whose darling his curate was, of the charge he had undertaken, and they promised to look after him.

The two curates that you saw the other nightthe one who tore his gloves into strips, you know, and the other who ate so muchToothless Jackthese are the sort of men among whom my lines have lain.

The perpetual curate is the Rev. John Darwall, A.M.

And then the Curate really was a cousin of Lord Northfleet's and Mrs. Rowcliffe had calculated that to have him in her pocket would increase prodigiously her social value.

But a curate is a clergyman, and for my daughters to be able to say their father is in the Churchthat would be a good thing, sir, a good thing!' He slapped his knee, and again laughed with joy.

Good-day, good Master Curate, And neighbour Diego, welcom: what's your business?

He had found out already, cunning fellow, that any extreme intimacy with Headley would not increase his general popularity; and, as we have seen already, he bore no great affection to "the cloth" in general: but the curate was an educated gentleman, and Tom wished for some more rational conversation than that of the Lieutenant and Heale.

But was it decent that his curate should be hand and glove with one who denied the existence of God?

She was also willing to let them see that the humble curate was a man of the world.

"Poor Curates, Lecturers and Schoolmasters ... that have been willing to officiate their places without licences" are also his special prey.

10 Metaphors for  curates