The lynx. (Panola, Mi. [i.e. Miss.]) 1845-1845, 1845-08-16

you are the fitting hypocfife the Me-
thodists have sent Hereto preach, eh2''
"My name is StubbIeworth, 'he repIi-
ed nieekly.
"pidh't you know my name was
Nea F6rge'ron, the blacksmith; Twha,
whips every Methodist preacher that
goes through this gapg'' was ask ed
with an audacidts look" and how
lare you Come 7here?"
1 The peeacher replied, that Ire had
heard Forgeron's name, but supposed
he Gid pot fnciest we'll behaved travel
ers.
Ysd presume so! Yes, you are
he most presumPtuous people, you
Methodists, that ever irod shoe leather,
any how. Well, what'll you do, you
beefheaded deciple, YOUR
Mr.. Siubbiewofth professed his will
ihgness to do any thing reasonable is
avoid suchi Penafce.
"Weli, there's three things you have
to do, or I'll maui you into Jelly
The first is, you are 10 quit preaching,
the second is, you must wear this last
will and testament Of Thomas Paine
next your heart, READ it every day,
and believe every word you read, and
the third Is, tAat you are Is curse the
the Meihodists+in every crowd yGu get
into," and tic blacksmith shucked )
himself, rolled up his sleeves, and took
"a quid Of tobacco.
The preacher looked on during the
novel preparations, without line OF
his face moving, and at the end replied
that the terms were unreasonable, and
that he would fi6t Submit. to them.
Well, you have got whrling to
Submit to then I'll tear you into doll
rags corner ways! Get down, you
'cussed long-faced hypocr;te"
! The preacher demonstrated, and For
geron walking up 10 his horse, threat
ened to tear him off if he did not dis
mount; whereupon, the worthy man
made a virtue Of necessity, and aIfght.
lea.
have Bit one request 10 make. my
friend, that is, yod won't beat ME with
oyercoaf on; it was present from the
ladies Of my last circuit, and do not
wish 70 have it soris.',
"ofwith it and suddenly, you basin
faced imp you!n
The Methodist preacher slowly drew
off his over coat, as the blacksmith con-
tlnued his TRADE of abuse on himselfand
his sect, and throwing the garment be-
| hind him, he dealt Mr.. Forgeron
tremendous Blow between the eyes,
which laid that person at full length
on the ground with The testdiseato of Tom
Pai,ie beside him: The Rev. Mr..
Stubbleworth, with tact of connois-
seur in such matters; did dot Wait for
his adversary to rise, Bdt iIiiounted Him
with the quickness OF a cat; and bestowed
Bis blows with d corteous hand on the
stomach and face Of the blacksmith,
continuing his song where he had left
off on his arrival at the smithey-
Tongue cannot express the.sweet COM
fort and peace
Of d soul in its earliest love-
until Forgeron, from having expeffienc-
ed first love- or some other sensation
equally new to him, responded Justify
'nough! 'nough! take him OFF, But
unfortunately there was no one by to
perform that Office, except HE preach-
ers old roam, and he uiau1ched d bunch
of grass, and looked Cd as qnietfy as il
his master was happy at camp meet
ing.
. Now said Mr.. stubbicwor,h,
ssihgfe are three things you must pro-
mise me before | let you-up.n
w nat are tney!" asked forger0n,
eagerly.
: The FIST is, that you will never
modest d Methodist preahcer again
Here Ned's pride rose, and he hes
itased and the reverend gentiemad, re-
ne@ed his blows, and surg
81 rode on tie SKY, freely justified
Andthe moon Il was under my feetr'
This oriental language oyefcabAe
the Blacksmith. Such bold figures, or
something esle, caused him to sing out,
6 well iii do it'll do it.n
You are getting on very WE'LL"
said M. Stubbleworth,,, 81 think can
make d decent man Of you yet, and
80 ~