The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1855-04-13
CHAPTER III.

CHATTER II.
The Rev. Mr.. Stubbcworth was very
much pleased with his new situation. Hav-
ing been transferred from level pine-woodS
country, near the confines of florida, the now
city of mountain scenery and a pure, bracing
atmosphere seemed to inspire him with new
life. Complimonting all the mothers, on the
singular beauty andintcligcnce of their chill
dren, with 4 delicate allusion to their own
personal appearance, lie soon became gen
eral Etvoritc. Mr.. Stubbieworth knew
which side of his bread the butter was on"
The time arriving for. his departure to visit
the t~amontane portion of his pastoral care,
he was warned of the dangers he was about
to encounter, but they were heard with the
same placid smile. The worthy ladies pictu
red to him "chimeras Dire" sufficient to have
abated the zeal of any other individual. But
that gentleman quieted their fears, by appeal
ing to the power that ''tempers the wind to the
shorn lamb," with contenance as lamb like
us could be imagined. And lie departed,
singing
"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 portly person
and horse grew dim in the distance, and
turned away, signing that such n good man
should fall into the hands Of that monster, the
blacksmith.
Forgeron had heard of his new victim. and
rejoiced that his size and appearance furn-
ishcI better subject for his vengeance than
the attenuated frame of the late parson. Oh,
what nice beating he would have He had
heard, too, that some Methodist preachers
were rathersp spirited, and'hoped this one might
prove so, that he might provoke him to fight.
Knowing the clergyman must pass on Satur-
iday, and reclining on bench rcgaled him.
self with the beauties of Tom Paine, await
ing the arrival Of the preacher
1t was not over an hour before he heard
the word
"lI"w happy are they who their Savior
obey,
And have laidup their treasures above
sung in full, clear voice, and soon the vo-
caIiSt, turning the angle of n rock, rode leis-
urely up, with contented smile on his lips.
''lIow are you, old slab sides' Get of
your horse and join my devotions," said the
| blacksmith
81 have many miles to ride. answered the
preacher, sand havn't time, my friend. I'll
call as return"
"Tour name is Stubblcworth, and you are
the hypocrite the Mcthodists have sent here
eh!
"My name is Stubbleworth," he replied
meekly
"Did'nt you know my name was Ned
! Forgeron, the blacksmith, what whips every
Methods; preacher that goes through this
gap." was asked with an audacious look
"And how dare you come here 2"
The preacher replied that he had heard
Mr.. Forgeron's name, but presumed that he
did not inoIost we'll behaved! travellers.
"You presumed so Yes, you are the
most presumptions people, you Methodist
that ever trod shoe-leather, any how. Well
whatl you do il | don't whip you this time
you beef.hea,led disciple, you ;"
Mr.. Stubbleworth professed his willingness
to do any thing reasonable to avoid such
/ penancc.
"Well, there's three things You have to do
or Ill maui you into jelly. The first is
you are to quit preaching : the second is you
must wear this last will and testament o.
l Thomas Paine, next to your heart, read il
every day, and believe every word you read
and the third is you, are to curse the Meth
odists in every crowd you get into"
\ The preacher looked on during these nov
cl propositions, without line of his being
moved, and at the end replied, that tn,
terms were unreasonable, and he would no
submit TO them.
well. You have got a rhaiing to sub
nit othen w mIrup YOU like blaze. II