Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1843-01-18

him "chimeras Dire" sufficient 10 have abated
the zeal of any other individual But that gen.
leman quieted their fears, by appealing 10 the
power that 'tempers The wind to the shorn
lamb" with coun,enance as lamb-like as could
be imagined. And he departed
''At home or abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy wants may demand, shall thy strength
ever be-"
They watched him, until his porily person
and horse grew dim in the distance, and turned
away, sighing that such good man should fall
into the hands of that monster, the blacksmith.
Forgeron had heard Of his new vclim, and
rejoiced that his size and appearance furnished
better subject for his vengeance, than the at
tenuated frame Of the late parson. Oh, what
nice beating he would have He had heard
TOO, that some Methodist preachers were rather
spirited, and hoped this one might prove so,
that he might provoke him 10 fight. Knowing
the clergyman must pass on Saturday in the
afternoon, he gave his striker holiday, and re-
clining on bench, regaed himself on the
beauties of Tom Paine. awaiting the arrival Of
the preacher.
II was not over an hour, before he heard the
words
"How happy are they, who their Saviour obey.
hHu Hdfc Idiu up tIlelT IfedSuItS dOOEe
sung in full clear voice, and soon The vocal
ist, turning the angle of rock, rode leisurely
up, with conlented smile on his face.
Chow are you old slab-sides? Get off your
horse and join in my devotions," said the black
smith.
81 have many miles to ride" answered the
preacher, "and havn't time, my friend. I'll
call as return"
"Your name is Subbleworh, and you are
the hypocrite the Methodists have sent here,
eh?"
"My name is Stubbleworth," he replied
meekly
"Ddn't you know my name was Ned For.
geron, the blacksmith, what whips every Meth
odist preacher that goes through this gap!" was
asked with an audacous look. "And how dare
you come here?"
The preacher replied that he had heard For
geron's name, but presumed that he did not
molest well behaved travellers.
"You presumed SOL Yes, you are The most
presumptuous people, you Melhodisis, that ever
irod shoe-Ieaher, any how. Well, what'l you
do if don't whip you this time, you beef-head-
ed disciple you1"
Mr.. Slubbleworlh professed his willingness
to do any thing reasonable to avoid such PEN
ance. O.
"Wel, there's three things you have to do,
or III maui you INTO jelly. The first is, you
are to qui. preaching; the second is, you must
wear this last will and testament of Thomas
Paine, next TO your heart, read j! every day.,
and believe every word you read; and the third
is, you are 10 curse the Methodists n every
crowd you get into"
The preacher looked on during these novel
propositions, without line of his face being
moved, and at the end replied that the terms
were unreasonable, and he would not submit to
them
"WelI, you have got phaIing to submit TO,
then. I'll arrup you like blazes! I'll tear you
into doll rags, corner-ways! Get down you
long faced hypocrite."
The preacher demonstrated, and Forgeron
walked up 10 the horse and threatened to tear
him off, if he did not dIsinount, whereupon the
worthy man made virtue Of necessity and
aIish,ed
II have bu, one request to make, my friend,
that is that you wont beat me with this over
coat on. II was a present from the ladies of
my last circuit, aud do not wish to have it
torn"
'.Off with il, and that suddenly you basin.
laced imp, you"
The Methodist preacher slowly drew off his
surcoat, as the blacksmith continued his 'rade
of abuse on himself and his sect, and as ne
drew his right hand from the sleeve, and threw
the garment behind him, he dealt Mir. Forgeron
tremendous blow between his eyes, which
laid that person at full length on the ground,
with the testament of Thomas Paine beside him.
The Rev. MIR. Stubbeworlh, with the tact Of a
connoisseur in such matters, did not wait for
his adversary 10 rise, but mounted him, with
The quickness Of cat and he bestowed his
blows, with bounieous hand, on the stomach
and face Of The blacksmith, continued his song
where he had left of, on his arrival at the
smithy--
Tongue cannot express, the sweet comfort and
peace,
OF a soul in its earliest love-"
Until Mr.. Forgeron, from having experienced
+" first love-" or some other sensation equally
new 10 him responded Justify, "Nough! Nough!
Nough. Take him off," But, unfortunately,
there was no one by 10 perform that kind ofnce,
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