Wheeling times and advertiser. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1839-1849, 1843-05-19
MIS- GILLIAN oUs.
ME EXrEKiENCIE

lon. the scene Is l0!d IN the mouuta.
,neous regions OF Georgia. MIR torgcr-
on, a blacksmith, had a great anlipalhv
against ministers, and Method lst mn
listers especially. llts snop was in
narrow mountain pass, and he declared
his determination,to whip every Method
list n mister that passed his shop. This
threat he had 50 often executed that that
circuit was dreaded by the preachers,
and IL was with some difficulty that Que
was found 10 ill II. The Rev. MIR Stub
bleworth, however, readily consented 10
90 there, and The following describes his
first ride through the mountains.
ForSeron had heard Of his new VIC
tim, and rcjoiced that hIs size and ap.
Pearance furnished a better subject for
his vengeance than the attenuatcd frame
of the late parSon. oh what n &c
beating he would have! He had heard
too that some Methodist ministers were
rather spirited and hope that this one
might prove So, that he might provoke
him to fight Knowing that the clergy.
man must pass on Saturday in the after.
noon, he gave his striker u holiday, and
reclining on a bench Iegaled himself on
the beauties Of Tom Paine, awaiting the
approach of the preacher.
Ii was not over an hour before he
heard the woadS:
How happy they who their Saviour obey,
Aud have laid up their treasures above"
sung in u full clear voice; and soon the
vocalist turning the angle OF the rock,
rode lelsureiy up, with u conte nied
smile on his face.
How are you, old slab sides2 Get of
your horse and Join IN my dcYoiions,'
said the black smith.
Il have many miles to ride ; answered
the preacher, aud havn't time my friend
III call as | return
Your name is Stubbeworlh, and YOU
are the hypocrite the Methodisls have
sent here, ELI!
My name is Slu5b!eworIh.' he replied
meekly.
Didn't you know that my name was
Ned Forgcron, the blacks nil what
whips every methodist preacher that
goes through this gap! was asked with
an audi clous look; and how dare you
come here?'
The preacher replied, that he had
heard FOrgeron's name, but presumed
that he did not modest well behaved ira.
velerS
you presume sol Yes, you are the
most preSumptuous people, you Method
lists, that ever trod shoe leather any
how. Well, what'il YOU do if | DON'T
whip you this time, yuL bcel headed DIS
cipile you'll
Mr. Stub5IeworIh professed his wiling
ness 10 do any thing reasonable to avoid
such Penance.
We'll, there's three things you have
TO do, or l'll maui you int1 Jelly. The
first is, you are to quit preaching; the
second is, you must wear this last Will
and testament Of Thomas Paine nextto
your heart, read it every day, AID be
lIevc every word you read; and The third
is, that you arc TO curse the Methodists
IN every crowd you gel into
The preacher looked on during these
novel preparations without line Of his
face moving, and at the end, replied that
the terms were unreasonable aud he
would not submit TO them.
well, you have got whaling TO sub
init 20 then. III larrup you like blazes!
Ill tear you into doll rags, corner
ways! Get down, you long faced hypo-
crite.'
geron walked up to his horse end threat
ened to tear him off ir he did not dis.
mount hereupon the worthy man made
virtue Of necessity and alighted.
Il have but one request TO make, my
friend, that is, that you won't beat me
with this overcoat on; it was q present
from the ladies Of my last circuit, and
do not wish to hrve II torn
of with il, and that suddenly, you
basinlaced imp you
The Methodist preacher slowly drew
of his overcoat, as the black smith con-
tinued his TRADE ofabuse on himself and
his sect; and as he drew his right hand
from the sleeve, and threw the garment
behind MIN, he dealt Mr. Furgcron ire
mendous blow Letween the eyes, which
laid that person at full length on the
ground with the testament Of Tom
Paine beside him. The Rev. Mr. Stub.
bleworth, with the tact Of connOisseur
IN such matters, did not wait for his ud-
versary 10 rise, but mounted him with
the quIckness of cat and bestowed his
blows with bounleous nand, on the
stomach aud face Of the black smith, con.
tinuing his song where he had left of
on his arrival at the smithery-
Tongue cannot express. the sweet comfort and
peace,
Of sOul 90 he earliest love-"
until Forgeron, from having expo rencod
FIRST love- or some other sensation G