Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1843-03-17

sect. and as he drew his r,gh. hand from
the sleeve and threw his garment behind
him. he dealt Mr.. Forgeron a tremendous
blow between his eyes, which laid tina,
person a. full length OH the ground, with
the testament of Thomas Paine beside
him. ! he Rev. Mr.. Snbhlewor,h. with
the tact of a connoisse,r in such matters,
did not wait for his adversary to rise, bu,
mounted him with the quicsness Of cat.
and bestowed his blows with boun,eous
hand, on the stomach and face Of the
blacksmith. continuing his song where he
had left off, on his arrival at the smilhy-
Tongue cannot express,
The sweet confor. ard peace,
OF soul in its earliest love-
Until Mr.. Forgeron. from having expe-
rlenced first love- or some other sensa
ton, equally new To him, responded hasli
Iy. 'nough ! nough! nough! Take him
off! But unfortunately there was no one
by to perform that kind office except The
old roam, and he munched bunch of grass
and looked on as quietly as if his master
was happy at camp-meelIng.
Now said Mr.. S,ubblewor,h, there
are three things you must promise me. be
fore let you up
Wha, are they - asked Forgeron ca
ger!y.
The frs, is that you will never modest
Methodist preacher again Here Ned's
pride rose aud he hesiiaied; and the rev.
erend gentleman with his usual benign
smile on his face, renewed his blows. and
sung
Il rode on the sky, freely justified /,
And the moon it was under my feet
This oriental language overcome the
blacksmith! Such boil! figures or some-
thing else, caused him to sing out, we'll,
III do it'll do IT,
You are getting on very WE'LL said
Mr.. Subbleworth II think can make a
decent man of you yet, and perhaps chris
,ian.'
Ned groaned
The second thing l require Of you
is to go to Pumpkinvine creek meeting
house. and hear me preach tomorrow. =.
Ned auemp,edio s,ammer some excuse
I-.I-I-that is -
When the divine resumed his devotion
al hymn and kept time with the music.
striking him over the face with the feshy
part Of the hand
my soul mounted hi CHER, on chariot fire,
Nor did envy Elijah his seat
Ned's promise of punctuality caused
the parsons exercise 10 cease, and The
words redoulent Of gorgeous imagery, died
away in echoes from the adjacent csags.
Nov the third and las. demand make
Of you is peremptory.' Ned was all at
ten,ion to know what was 10 come next.
. You are to promise to seek religion day
and night, and never rest until you obtain
j, at the hands of a merciful Redeemer. -
The fallen man looked at the declining sun
and then at the parson. and knew not
| what to say, when the latter indi.idual be.
gan 10 raise his voice in song once
more, and Ned knew what would come
next.
I'll do my best he said in humble
voice.
We'll that's man, Mr.. Subblewor,h
said. Now get up and go down and
wash your face and dust your clothes. and
tear up Mr.. Paine's testament, and turn
your thoughts on high
Ned arose with feelings he had never
experienced before, and went to obey the
Iava,ory injunction Of the preacher. whei
that gentleman mounted his horse. took
Ned bv The hand. and said - Keep your
nromise and III keep your counsel. Gooe
evening Mr.. Forgeron-l'll look for you
| to-morrow = and off he rode with the same
impnriurable counlenance, singing SO loud
as 10 scare the eagles from their cyrie IN
| the overhanging rocks. :.
Well, thought Ned. this is nice bus'-
ness! What would people say i they
knew Edward Forgeron was wh'p't before
his own door in the gap, and by Mel''o-
dis, preacher too? But his own musings
were more in sorrow than in anger.
| CHAPTER III.
| The disfgured countenance Of Forge
ron. was Of course the subject of nnmer.
Gus questions that night, among his friends
to which he replied wi.ha stern look they
well understood, and The vague remark
that he had met with an accident. O.
course they never dreamed Of the true
cause. Fnrgeron looked in ,he glass, ant
perhaps compared the changing hues %
his black eve from a scuf1le. TO the rain
how; sIlIpwreck scene. Blending every
color into one Or, perhaps he had nev
e i. read iha, story and only mut!ered 70
himself. Ned Forgcron whipped by
| Methodist preacher
His drea,ns that night were OF conf'-
sed and disagreeable nature ana waking
IN the morning he had an 'fdislinct mem
-, of something unpleasant having. occur