Litchfield enquirer., 1855-09-06
Who-ho-ho o-o whoa-ao-a, yelled the lergynan, tugging at the reins with all his

Who-ho-ho o-o whoa-ao-a,r r yelled the clergyman, tugging at the reins with all his might.
 !. But it was of no avail. Old Morgan had now reached ahead of all competitors, and he came up to the. judges stand three rods ahead. where the peiriGed deacons were standing with eyes and ILouth wide open.
 "Don't stop," shouted one of the wicked judges who now recognized Parson Ride- well, and suspected his business, and who also saw into the secret of old Morgdn's joining the race. "Don't stop," he shout ed again; "it's two mile heat this time. Keep right on, parson. You are good for another mile. Now you go-and OFF IT lsr
 These last words were of course known to the horse, and no sooner did Morgan heaI them than he stuck his nose out again, and again started of The poor parson did his utmost to stop the bewitched animal, but it could not be done. The more he struggled and yelled, the faster the animal went, and ere many moments he was again at the starting point, where Morgan now stopped of his own accord. There was hurried whispering among the wicke.l ones, and a succession of very curious winks ael know ing mods seemed to indicate that they un- derstood.
 "Upon my soul, parson," said the lead CT of the aboininaiion, approaching the spot where the minister still sat in his saddle, he having not yet sufficiently recovered his presence of mind to dismount. @ you ride well. We had not looked for this honor.' ''
 l" Honor. sir!" gasped Ridewell. looking blankly into the speakers face.
 Aye-for lis an honor. You are the first clergyman who has ever joined us in our Sabbath evening entertainments
 "I-i. sir joined you 1'
 e Ha. ha, ha. o, you did it well. Your good deacons really think you were trying very hard to hold in your horse but saw through it; l saw how silly you put your horse up. But don't blame you for feel ing proud of old Morgan, for should feel so myself if owned him. But you need not fear r; will tell all who may ask me about it, forI would rather stretch the truth little than have such jockey as you suf- fer"
 This had been spoken so loudly that the deacsns had heard every word, and the poor parson was bewildered but he came to himself, and with flashing eye, he cried ]:
 !" Villains, what mean youf Why do ye thus"
 " Hold on," interrupted one of the party, and as he spoke, the rest of the racing men had all mounted their horses, " hold on a moment, parson, we are willing to allow you to carry of the palm, but We won't stand your abuse. When we heard that you had determined to try if your horse would no, heat us all, we agreed among ourselves that if you came ws would let you in. We have done so, and you have won the race in a two mile heat. Now le, that satisfy you. By the hokey you did it we'll. When you want to try again, just send US word and we'll be ready for you. Good bye!'
 As the wretch jus, spoke, he turned his horses head, and before the astounded preacher could utter word, the whole par ty had ridden away out of hearing. It was some time before one of the churchmen could speak. They knew not what to say. Why should their minister's horse have joined in the race without some permission from his masteri They knew how much Ie set by the animal. and at length they shook their heads with doubt.
 "lt's very strange, 'said one.
 aVery," answered the second.
 " Remarkable" suggested the third
 "On my soul, breihren." spoke Ride- well, "l can't make it out"
 The brethren looked at each other, and the deacons shook their heads in very solemn and impressive manner.
 So the party rode back to the clergyman's house, but nnne Of the brethren would enter, nor would they stop at all. Before Mon- day had drawn to close, 1t was generally known that Parson RiJewell raced his horse on the Sabbath, and meeting of the church was appointed for Thursday.
 Poor Ridewell was almost crazy with vexaticn; but before Thursday came Pom pey found out how matters stood, and he ass snred his master that he could clear the matter up; and after days search, he dis. covered the astounding fact that some ol those wicked men had been in the habit ol stealing Old Morgan from the pasture and racing him on Sabbath afternoons: Pomp found out this much-but he could NOT find out WHO did it.
 As soon as this became known to the church the members conferred together, and they soon concladed that under such cir. cumstances big meiiied horse would be art to run away with his rider when he fund hisnself directly upon the track. So parson Ridewell was cleared, but | was long while before he got over the blow. for many were the wicked wags who delighted to hertor him by offering 10 '.Iide a racea with hlin. '.tp bet on his head" ol to put him against the world m face.- But as Rids we'll grew olaer. his heart grew warmer, and finally he could laugh witt right good will when he spoke of his un expected race. Be sure there was no mor, Sabbath racing in that town.
 TRoMAs JEFFERSON was tall and very thin Gen. Knox was very short and very thick The two met one day al ihe door of Wash ington's huose, in Philadelphia. Whil, they were there lowing in the street, eaci l insisting that the other should take prece d~n.so mn rs,sno0 . Mr potara . ssrif of ina