Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1856-12-05
aI DO nOt wi.h to bieker, sir," said

deacon, but when a man calls me a
toad, mean, despicable toad"
" Well, well, never mind" said Mr.
Bulkley your are all too excited now;
60 home again, and wait patiently on
Saturday evening next, l win have
prepared and sent to you a written
opinion of your case, with a full and
free avowal of most wholesome ad-
vice for preserving your church from de-
solution and yourselves from despair. -
And the committee left, to await his is
sue.
Now it chanced that Mr. Bulkley had
a small farm, some distance from the
town of Colchester, and found it necessa-
ry, the same day he wrote his opinion
and advice to the brethren of the disaf-
feeted church, to drop line to his farm
er regarding the fixtures of said estate.
Having written a long, and of course,
elaborate " essay" to his brethren, he
wound up the the days literary exertions
with despatch to the farmer, and after
a reverie to himself, he directs the two
documents, and next morning dispatches
them to their several destinations.
On Saturday evening full and anx-
ious synod of the belligerent church
men took place in their tabernacle, and
punctually, as promised, came the des-
patch from the Plato of the time and
place,-Rev. John Bulkley. All was
quiet and respectful attention. The
moderator took up the document, broke
the seal, opened and-a pause ensued,
while dubious amazement seemed to
spread over the features of the worthy
president of the meeting.
Well, brother Temple, how is it
what does Mr.. Bulkley say?" and an
other pause followed.
VIII the moderator please proceed?
said another voice.
The moderator placed the paper upon
the table, took off his spectacles, wiped
the glasses, then his lips-replaced hi:
specs upon his nose, and with yer,
broad grin, said:
Brethren, this appears to me TO be
very singular letter, to say the least o
Iitw
"Well, read tread it," responded
the wondering hearers.
will, and the moderator began:
" You viii see to the repair of ths
fences, that they be built high and strong
and you viii take special care of the olo
Black Bull"
There was general pause; silen
mystery overspread the community tht
moderator dropped the paper to a "rest,'
and gazing over the top of his glasses
for several minutes, nobody saying
word.
Repair the fences !" muttered th.
moderator at length.
Build them strong and high !'' echoed
Deacon Potter.
Take special care of the old Blacl
Bull !" growled half the meeting.
Then another pause eusued, and eacl
man eyed his neighbor in mute mystery
A tall and venerable man now arose
from his seat clearing bis voice with &
hem, he spoke:
" Brethren, you seem lost in the briet
and eloquent words of our learned ad
wiser. To me nothing could be mort
appropriate to our case. Tits just sucl
profound and applicable reply to us a
we should have hoped and looked for
from the learned and good man, JohI
Bulkley. The direction to repair th'
fences, is TO take heed in the admission
and government of our members ",
must guard the church by our Master
laws, and keep out stray and vicious eat
tie from the fold And, above all things
seta trustworthy and vigilani watch ovel
that old black bull, who is the devil, ant
who has already broken into our enclos
ures and sought to desolate and lay vast
the fair grounds Of our church !"
The effect of this Interpretation wa
electrical. All saw and took the fore,
Of Mr.. Bulkley's eogent advice. and un
animously resolved to be governed by ii
hence the old black bull was Pot h0rs dl
combat, and the church preserved il
union
G. A French woman talks a grea
deal more than she thiBks--an Englisl