Jarvis Bexhill dined with me on some hog’s liver and kidneys fried. At home all day and pretty busy. In the evening went down to Jones’s in order to make a poor rate (there being a vestry held for the same intent at which there was Mr Porter, Joseph and James Fuller, Edward Foord, Richard Hope, Joseph Durrant and Mr Carman). We stayed till near 1 o’clock quarrelling and bickering about nothing; and in the end hardly did any business.
The design of our meeting was to have made a poor rate in which every one that was taxed was intended to be assessed to the revised rent, that everyone might pay his just quota (in proportion to his rent) of the money expended in maintaining and keeping the poor. But how do I blush to say what artifice and deceit, cunning and knavery there was used by some (who would think it cruel and unjust to be called dishonest) to conceal their rents, and who yet would pretend the justness of an equal taxation was their desire.
But however greet their outward zeal for justice appeared, that cankerworm of self interest lay so corroding in their hearts that it sullied the outward beauties of their would-be honesty. I say “would-be” honest because I look upon that man, be he who will, that endeavors to evade the payment of his just share of taxes to be a-robbing every other member of the community that contributes his quota, and also withholding from the poor what is their just right, and above all sinning against a positive command of our Savior of doing to others as we would be done unto.
How should such instances of frailty in mankind teach us to pray in the words of the psalmist, “Try me O God, and seek the ground of my heart: prove me and examine my thoughts. Look well if there be any way of wickedness in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. For who can tell how often he offendeth? O cleanse thou me from my secret faults.”