Curate
['kjʊərət] or ['kjʊrət]
Definition
(noun.) a person authorized to conduct religious worship; 'clergymen are usually called ministers in Protestant churches'.
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Definition
(n.) One who has the cure of souls; originally, any clergyman, but now usually limited to one who assists a rector or vicar.
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Definition
n. one who has the cure of souls: an inferior clergyman in the Church of England assisting a rector or vicar.—ns. Cur′acy Cur′ateship the office employment or benefice of a curate.
Typist: Wanda
Examples
- Mr. Casaubon, who had risen early complaining of palpitation, was in the library giving audience to his curate Mr. Tucker. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- The bells were still ringing when he got to Lowick, and he went into the curate's pew before any one else arrived there. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- He alluded to the part himself and curate had taken in the defence of the Hollow. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- A curate's daughter, was she not? Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- The pay of a curate or chaplain, however, may very properly be considered as of the same nature with the wages of a journeyman. Adam Smith. An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations.
- She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children, and was not going to enter on any subject too precipitately. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- It would be indecent, no doubt, to compare either a curate or a chaplain with a journeyman in any common trade. Adam Smith. An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations.
- Miss Keeldar, desirous of being impartial, offered the curates flowers. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- I'm stalled o' t' curates, and so is t' wife. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- The curates, sir. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Let us turn to the curates--to the much-loved, though long-neglected. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Having a contempt for curates, whom he always called understrappers, he was resolved to be buried by a beneficed clergyman. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- How they will gabble when the curates come in, and how weary I shall grow with listening to them! Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- And how the curates will hammer over their prepared orations! Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
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