Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1843-06-23
THE EXpERIENC zee.

THE EXP nee.
We find the following in Methodist pa
per selected from the Family Companion
The scene is laid in the mountainous re-
gions of Georgia. Mr. Forgeron, a black
smith, had great antipathy against all min
listers, and Methodist ministers especially
His shoIsFwas in narrow mountain pass,
and he had declared his determination to
whip every Methodist minister that passed
his shop. This threat he had so often ex-
ecuted that that circuit was dreaded by the
preachers, and il was with some difficulty
that one was found to fill it. The Rev. Mr.
Stubbleworth, however, readily consented
to go there, and the following describes his
first ride through the mountains.
Forgeron had heard of his new victim.
and rejoiced that his size and appearance
furnished better subject for his vengeance
than the attenuated frame ofthe late parson
oh what a nice beating he would have !
He had heard too that some Methodist
preachers 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 a holiday, end
reclining on a bench RECALLED himself on the
beauties of Tom Paine, awaiting the APP
proach Of the Preacher.
1t was not over an hour before he heard
the words
How happy are they who their Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasures above
c.I -
calist turning in the angle of the rock, rode
leisurely up, with contented smile on his
face.
How are you, old slab sides Get off
your horse and join in my devoiions, said
the blacksmith.
Il have many miles to ride answered the
preacher, and havn't time, my friend I'll
call as / return
Your name is Stubbeworth, and YOU are
the hypocrite the Methodists sent here, ehr
My name is Stubbleworih,' he replied
meekly.
Didn't you know that my name was Ned
Forgeron, the blacksmith, whn whips every
Methodist preacher that goes through this
gapF was asked with an audacious look !;
aud how dare you come here
The preacher replied, that he had heard
Forgeron's name, but presumed that he did
not modest well behaved travellers.
You presume so! Yes, you are the most
presumptuous people, you Methodists, that
ever trod shoe leather any how. Well,
what'll you do if don't whip you this time,
you beef headed disciple you 2
Mr.. Stuhbieworth protested his willing
ness to do any thing reasonable to avoid
such penance.
We'll, there's three things you have to
do, or I'll maui you into Jelly The first
is, you are to quit preaching the second
is, you must wear this last will and tesla
ment Of Thomas Paine next to your heart,
read it every day, and believe every word
you read and the third is, that you are to
curse the Methodists in every crowd you
get into
The preacher looked on during these no
vel preparations without line Of his face
moving. and at the end, replied that the
terms were unreasonable; and he would not
submit to them.
We'll, you have got whaling to submit
to then. I'll larrup you like blazes I'll
tear you into doll rags, corner ways. Get
down, you long faced hypocrite.'
The preacher demonstrated, and Forger-
on walked up to his horse and threatened to
tear him of if he did not dismount, whereup-
on the worthy man made virtue Of neces-
sity, and alighted.
] have but one request to make, my friend;
that is, that you won't beat me with this
overcoat on. 1t was present from the la
dies Of my last circuit, and do not wish
to have il torn" ','
of with it, and that suddenly, you ba-
sin-faced imp you
The Methodist preacher slowly drew Off
his surcoat, as the blacksmith continued his
TRADE of abuse on himself and his sect and
as he drew his right hand from his sleeve,
and threw the garment behind him, he dealt
Mr.. Forgeron tremendous blow between
his eyes, which laid that person at full length
on the ground with the testament of Tom
Paine beside him. The Rev. Mr.. Stublde-
worth, with the tact Of connoisseur in
such matters, did not wait for his adyer-
sary to rise, but mounted him with the