Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1842-12-22

with delicate allusion TO their own per
sonal appearance, he soon became 1
general Iavorile. Mr.. Stubbleworli
knew whic!, side of his bread the butte,
wns on,
The time arriving for his departure t.
visit the iramontane portion oi his pas
torai care, he was warned of the danger,
he was about 10 encounter, but ihey
were heard with the same placid smile
The wolihy ladies' pictured 10 him Chin
cras DIRE, sufficient TO have abated III,
zeal Of any other individual. But thai
gentleman quletcd their fears, by mp
pealing In the power that 'tenpcrs The
wind To the shorn lamb with conrir.
nance as amb-llke ns could be imagined
And he departed, singing
AT home, or abroad, on The land, or the sea
AS thy wants may demand, shall Thy strcngtl
ever be-"
They watched him, until his polily
person and horse grew dim in the dis
tance, and turned away, signing that
such a good man should fall INTO the
hands Of that monster, the blacksmith.
Forgeron had heard of his new victim
and rcIoiced that his SIZE and appearance
furnished better subject for his ven.
geance than the aitenuated frame ol the
late parson. Oh, what nice beating he
would have lie had heard, too, lha,
some Methodist preachers were rather
spirited, aud hoped this one might prove
50, that he might provoke him To fight -
Knowing that the clergyman must pass
on Saturday in the afternoon, h. gave
his striker holiday aud, reclining on a
bench, RECALLED himself on the leuuiie-
of Tom Paine, awaiting the arrival oI
The preacher.
Ii was not over an hour, before he
heard the words:
SLOW happy are they, who their Savior obey,
Aud have land up their treasures above,
sung in q full clear voice and soon the
vocalist, turning IN the angle OF n rock
rode leIsurely up, with contented smile
on his face.
"llow are you, old slab sides Get
off your horse and join in my devotions,
said the blacksmith
Il have many miles to ride answered
The preacher, 'and havn't time, my friend
III call as return
Your name Is Siubblcworth, and yo,,
are the hypocrite the Mcthodisls have
sent here, eh !!
'My name is Stubbleworlh, - he replied
meekly.
Didn't you know my name was Ned
Forgeyon, the blacksmith, what Whips
every Methodist preacher that goes
through this gap;' was asked with an
audacious look. And how dare you
come here =
The preacher replied that he had
heard Forgrron,s name, but presumed q
that he did not molest well behaved
travellers.
You presumed so Yes, you are he
most prrsumptuous people, you Mclho-
disis, that ever trod shoe leather, an,
how. Well, what'll you do if | don't
whip you this time, you beef headed
disci pie you =
Mr. Siub5leworih professcd his will
lingnrss TO do anything reasonable to
AVOID such penance.
'Well, there's three things YOU have
TO do, or III maui you into Jelly. The
first Is, you are to quit preaching the
second IS, you must wear this last will
and testament Of Thomas Paine, next to
your heat, read it every day and be-
lIeve every word you read and the
third Is, you are To curse the Me,hodsls
III every crowd you get into.'
The preacher looked on during these
novel propositions, without line of his
face being moved, and AT the end, re-
Piled that the terms were unreasona-
bic, and he would not submit TO them.
well, you have got whaIing to sub
init to, then. III larrup you like blazes,
III tear You into doll rags, corner ways
Get down, you long g-laced hypocrte.
The preacher demonstrated, and For
geron walked up 10 the horse and threat.
ened to tear him off, if he did not dis
mount wheroupon the worthy man made
IL virtue OF necessity and alighted.
Il have but one request to make, my
IrIend, that Is that you wont beat me
with this over-coat on. 1t was present
from the ladies Of my last circuit, and
do not wish 10 have 1t torn
'Ol with it, and that suddenly, you
baslniaced imp, you
The Methodist preacher slowly drew
Of his surcout, as the blacksmith Contin-
ned his TRADE OF abuse on himself and
MS sect, and as he drew his right hand
rom the sleeve, and threw the garment
behind him, he dealt Mr.. Forgeron
blow between his pccpers.
shlch laid that person at iull length on
he ground, with the testament of Thomas
Paine beside him. The Rev. Mr.. Stub
IleworIh, with the tact Of connoiSseur
~ such matters, die not wait Tor his adj
'ersary tn rise, but mounted him with
he quicknesS of a cat and bestowed his
,onmleous hand, on the stomach and phlZ
1i the blacksmith, continuing his song
where he had left of, on his arrival at
he sm'thy-
Tongue cannot express, the sweet comfort
aud peace,
Df soul IN it, earliest lovo."
Until Mr.. Forgeron, from having ex-
DC crIenced first love. or some other son. |