Mr.Platitude was filled with wrath, and abused Dissenters in most unmeasured terms.
Coming in contact with some of the preachers at a public meeting, he was rash enough to enter into argument with them.

Poor Platitude! he had better have been quiet, he appeared like a child, a very infant, in their grasp; he attempted to take shelter under his college learning, but found, to his dismay, that his opponents knew more Greek and Latin than himself.

These illiterate boors, as he supposed them, caught him at once in a false concord, and Mr.Platitude had to slink home overwhelmed with shame.

To avenge himself he applied to the ecclesiastical court, but was told that the Dissenters could not be put down by the present ecclesiastical law.

He found the Church of England, to use his own expression, a poor, powerless, restricted Church.