Litchfield enquirer., 1843-01-05

ktig ihe last blow on shovel, and singing, to the tune of Clear the kitcheu'- ::,old Georgia is noble State;
 k1er laws are good and her people great" On catching glimpse of the poor parson. who tad fia1trred himself that lie was about 1 to pass with i.npunity, Ned sung out Stop there you eternal shadbclly, and pay the pc. naIty of my injured reputation.' The holy man protested innocence of ever having Intentionally injured him, either by 1 word or by deed.
 The mans suhdocd looks and earnest l voice had halfd'ssuaded Ned from bis stern purpose, when the gigglng of his striker and inc cheering of two or three idlers neTved him to do what he felt was mean. Let any one pause moment and reflect if he has l never been urged on 10 acts his conscience smote him for, by the opinion of others, be- fore NIT. Forgeron is sentenced as a devil.- The preacher received several boxes on his ears, and heard many denunciatons against his sect before he was permitted to depart and when that permission was received, he was not slow in availing himself of the priv ilege.
 At the next annual conference, when cir cults were assigned to the different preachers, this one made his appearance punctually, bat by some process of casuistry, convinced himself that his duty did not call for reve- lation of his sufferings. If he was too sens. tive of the blabksmi,h's character to expose { 1t to rude remark, or if he had a preference that some worthier brother should occupy that healthy station among the motntains is difficult to conjecture. But Forgeron's repu- tation had extended beyond the circuit, and was done ample and severe justice to by others, who had heard of his fame. It soon became the subject of animated conversation, and there was no little wincing, each one fearing it would be his cruel fate 10 be sent victim to appcase the wrath of this human ninotaur against the Methodist church. After time it was decreed the Reverend Mr. Stubbleworth was the doomed individ. ual /; and when the annunciation came, many an eye Of mingled pity and curiosity was turned on his ruddy good na!ured face, 10 see how the dispensation was borne, but not muscle moved. With a quiet smile, he profc ssed a perfect willingness 10 go where he was sent. He was clay in the hands of the potter he said. If he piqued himself on "a stolid indifference to the blacksmi.h's pum- mellings. or if he relied on his ample di. mensions to protect himself, he never disclo. sed, but ap peared as self satisfied and con- tented as ever. His predecessor looked for all the world like mouse just escaped from tho fangs of some terrible grimalkin. Mir. Stubbleworth arranged his few subu. nary affairs, and bidding his friends adieu, mounted hts old roan and departed for his new. home of trials, with song of praise on his lips. Letus hope the best tor him.
 ~ CHAP. IT.
 The Rev. Mir. Stubbleworth was very
 nsch pleased with his new situation. Ha- wing been transferred from level pine woods country, near the confines of Flori- N0 fhaW 1kpya ac k.sr pure bracing atmosphere, seemed to inspire mothers on the singular beauty and intelli- gence of their children, with delicate al. fusion to their own personal appearance, he soon became a universal favorife. Mir Stubbleworth 'knew which side of his bread the butter was on.'
 The time arriving for his departure to vi- sit the tran1ontane portion of his pastoral care, he was warned of the dangers he was about to encounter, but they were heard with the same placid smile. The worthy ladies pictured to him 'chimeras dire,' suf- ficient to have abated the zeal of any otker individual. But that gentleman quieted their fears, by appealing to the power that 'tempers the wInd to the shorn lamb.' with a countenance as lamb-lke as could be i'm agined. And he departed, singing
 
 As thy wants may demand, shall thy strength ever be-.
 They watched him until his portly person and horse grew dim in the distance, and turned away, signing that such good man should fall into the hands of that monster, the blacksmith.
 Forgeron had heard of his new victim, and rejoiced that his size and appearance furnished better subject for his vengeance than the attenuated frame of the late parson. Oh, what nice beating he would have! He had heard, too, that some Methodist preach CTS were rather spirited, and hoped that this one might prove so, that he might provoke him to fight. Knowing that the clergyman must pass on Saturday in the afternoon, he gave his striker holiday,and, reclining on bench, regaled himself or the beauties of Tom Paine, awaiting the arrival of the preacher. It was not over an hour, before he heard the words
 "How happy are they, who their Savior obey, And have laid up their treasures above,'
 sung in a clear full voice and soon the vo- calist, turning the angle of @ rock, rode lei surely up. with a contented smile q his face
 How are you, old slab sides! Get off your horse. and join in my devotions.' said the blacksmith.
 T have many miles to ride,' answered the preacher. 'nnd haven't time, my friend I'll call as return"
 the hypocrite tho Methodists have sent here.I ehr
 My name is stubbleworth,' he replied, meekly.
 Did 'tt you know my name was Ned Forgeron. the blacksmith, schat whips every Methodist preacher that goes through this gan Ts ,vaa asked with m asDAacio,is look-