The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1870-07-05 00:00:00

'THE OLD I PARIEHP JNER AND THE MODERN

, ARSON.

"Why, Jo bit , hr ,erse't wen your fans
In chur IA for • t,,ks. I know."
"No. Biro Ws SUC b queerish Floes,—
Whoa .t's rut ored I'll go."
"When it's re .teeed? Why, John, you've sea
The el Anal shas's jast built,
With It doted eriudowr, CUTed-olik screen,
And P 011 all of elk—
" Witl dee oration. it abounds;
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The in • nen sitar. too;
The eg. • omit throe hundred pounds !
It' is'd restored quite new.
" old Ned the other day,—
Rout had a stroke, I mean—
II pc quite restored to health they say, .
tut, lot, his mind's gone clean.
" Dark windows may be beautiful
For them as likes the look;
Bet I with old eyes getting dull,
Went light to read my book.
" When I was young (you'd think it odd),
The roses climbed in there,
They always made me think of God,
And all His tender care.
"But now 111 look up I greet
Them figures done in paints;
I'd go a long way not to meet
Saints, if such folk be saints."
"Rh. John, they did'ut Noah high art
When you were put to school'
int bow do you lige the singing part,—
time, that's a better rule ?"
"Why, sir, they're thinking far to musk
How tunes go now-a-days ;
Give we the old hundredth psalm end such,
That's more what I sail praise.
"We wed to ming it, such a orowd,
May be the notes weren't true,
May be we sang a bit too loud
Because our beerts sang too:,
"But now, my grandson, wart young lad,
He says be's got muck higher •
Says be, ' You're sot to sing, griaded,
You'll interrupt the choir.'
"You think' a deal about that thing,
The choir," 1 lays to him
"But I can't see why you can't sing
Without your bedgoin, Jim.
"New chaneel's mighty fine, but neer
Can we make out ; who knows
What's gone with the Commandments there,
Sir, what have you done with thus.?
"You're all for pretty tiles and brisk.,
For carving, gilt, and scroll;
What good could them tall eandiestioks
Do to a poor dark bout?
"Sir, there's a many things restored

No oae to mob am me ;
'We want to bear about the Lord,
You only talk of Sbe !
44 We used to pray the prayers, and then
Paseo° be prayed from him heart;
Now, you all teem to think Amon

Th's 'most important part.
let, sir, I scarce like telling you
How it sounds when you intones."
-"Well, John, what is it like? Speak true."
"Machine what grinds the bows.
v. We bad • minister, once, sir,
'Twas long before you came,
A man that was a minister
Not only in the WILMS.
"Your desecrations, popes, and stole'.
He didn't need such aid ;
Hs cared too much for our poor goals,
To think how hie gown was made.
"I've seen him pleading with us thus,
The tears in his eyes LI he stood ;
Somehow those tears preached more to us
Than twenty sermons could.
"The rich and poor rams far sad mar,
The chnich would overflow;
Its getting full again I hear—
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FOike oowme to see the Show.
" Noe, it'. most like the play I me
In London town one day,
All very well fore play may be,
Bat not for prayer, Irty,
"Do you think, sir, such a gnomish whim
Can please tile Lord, forsooth?
He said—we were to worship Him
In spirit and in truth.
"So that's Why I don't some. yon know;
I will when its restored;
Bat now, sir, I don't dare to igo
Boum a I fears the Lord."
&rt., I 870.