Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1869-06-13

haven't time my friend; I'll cal
, as / return"
Il "Your name is Subbleworth, anC
you are the hypocrite the Metho-
: dists have sent here, eh z"
'sMy name is Subbleworth," he
meekly replied. '''
didn't you know my name was
Ned Forgeron, the blacksmith, who
whips every Methodist preacher
that goes through this gap2' was
asked with an audacious look "and
how dare you come here2"
| The preacher replied that he had
heard Mr.. Forgeron's name, but
presumed that he did not modest
| well behaved travellers.
"You presume to presume SO !
Yes, you are the most presumptu-
Gus people, you Methodists, that
ever trod shoe leather, anyhow.
Well, what'H you do if / don't whip
you this time, you beef-headed dis
ciple, you 2"
| Mr.. Subbleworth professed his
willingness to do anything Feasona-
BILE, TO avoid such penance.
"Well, there's three things you
have to do, or I'll maui you into a
jelly. The first is, you are to quit
preaching the second is, you must
wear this last will and testament of
Thomas Paine next to your heart,
read it every day, and believe every
word you read and the third is,
you are to curse the Methodists in
every crowd you get into"
The preacher, looked on during
these novel propositions without a
line of his face being moved, and at
the end replied that the terms were
unreasonable and he would not sub
NIT to them.
swell, you've got whaling to
submit to, then; III larrup you like
blazes! I'll tear you into doll rags
corner ways. Get down, you beg
garr' F-..f
The preacher demonstrated, but
Forgeron walked up to the horse
and threatened to tear him off if he
did not dismount, whereupon the
worthy man made virtue of a ne
cessity, and alighted. --
81 have but one request to make
of you, my friend, and that is, that
you won't beat me with this over
coat on. 1t was a present from the
ladies of my last circuit, and L do
not wish to have it torn"
"0ff with it then, and that sud-
denly, you basin-faced imp, your
The Methodist preacher slowly
drew off the surcoat as the black
smith continued his TRADE of abuse
on himself and his sect, and as he
drew his right hand from the sleeve,
and threw the garment behind him,
he dealt Mr.. Forgeron tremen-
dous blow between his eyes, which
laid that person at full length on
the ground, with the testament of
Tom Paine beside him. The Rev.
Mr.. Stubbleworth, with the tact of
connOisseur in such matters, did
not wait for his adversary to rise,
but mounted him with the quick
of cat, and as he bestowed his
blows with a bounteous hand on
the stomach and face of the black
smith, continued his song where
he had left off on his arrival at the
smithy: |
Tongue cannot express the sweet COM
fort and peace .-
Of soul in its earliest love-"
Until Mr.. Forgeron, from having
experienced ''first love- or other
sensation equally new to him, re-
sponded Justify, Enough 'nough
take him off," But, unfortunately,
there was no one by to perform
that kind office, except the old roam,
and he munched a bunch of grass
and looked on as quietly as if his
master was happy at a camp-meet-
ing. -.
" Now" said Mr.. Stubbleworth,
there are three things you must
promise me before / let you up."
"What are they ," asked Forge
ron, eagerly.
1.-THE first is, that you never
modest Methodist preacher
again" Here Ned's pride rose,
and he hesitated, and the reverend
| gentleman, with his usual benign
smile on his face, renewed his
blows and song
" 1 rode on the sky. freely justified |,
And the moon 1T was under my feet.
This oriental language overcame
the blacksmith such bold figures,
or something else, causing him to
sing out, Well, I'll do It'll I'll
do it."
You are getting on very well,
said AIR. Stubbleworth. c 1 think L
can make a decent man out of you
yet, and perhaps a Christian 7 Ned
groaned.
The second thing l require of
| you is to go to Pumpkinvine creek
meeting house, and here me preach
tomorrow.
Ned attempted TO stammer out
some excuse I-I-that is
When the divine resumed his
devotional hymn and kept time
with the music by striking him
over the face with the fleshy part
of his hand
MY soul mounted higher on a chariot Of fire,
Nor did L envy Elijah his seat
Ned's promise of punctuality
} caused the parsons exercise tC
, cease, and the words redolent of
gorgeous imagery, died awry in
| echoes from the adjacent crags.
CHOW the third and last demand
l | make ofyeu is peremptOry." NeC
} was all attention TO know what wa!
r to come next. "You are to promise
1 to seek religion day and night, anC
D never rest until you obtain it at thu
/ hands of a merciful Redeemer.
Q The fallen man looked at the de
e Ginning sun, and then at the parsOn
: and knew not what to say, wheT
the latter individual began to rails
n his voice in song once more, anC
Ned know what would come next
7 "I'll do my BEST" he said in al
humbled voice. $685..