Norfolk day book. [volume] (Norfolk and Portsmouth Va.) 1868-1880, 1869-08-04
THE DAY BOOK *
WEDNESDAY MorNfNe, Aug. q. 1863.
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ladleS pictured TO MIN the 'chlm-
eras dire, sufficient to have
abated the zeal of any other in
dividual. But that gentleman
quoted their fears by appealing
to the power that 'tempers the
wind to the shorn lamb, with
a countenance as lamb-like as
could be imagined. And he
departed singing,
AT thy home or abroad, on the land, or
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 good
man should fall into the hands
of. that monster, the black
smith. Forgeron had heard Of
his new victim, and rejoiced
that hAs size and appearance
made a better subject for his
vengeance than the attenuated
frame of the late parson. Oh,
what a nice beating he would
have. He had heard, that
some Methodist preachers were
rather spirited, and hoped this
one might prove so, that he
might provoke him to fight.
Knowing the Clergyman must
pass on Saturday, in the after
noon, he gave his striker holi7
day, and reclining on a bench
RECALLED himself on the beauties
of Tom Paine, awaiting the
arrival Of the preacher. It twas
not over an hour before he
heard these words,
How happy are they. who their Saviour
Z obey, /
And have laid up their treasure above,
sung in a full, clear voice, and
soon the vocalist, turning the
angle of a rock, rode leisurely
up with a contented smile on
his face.
I; How are you old slap-side ?
Get off your horse and join III
my DEVOTION said the black
smith.
Il have many miles to ride
answered the preacher, and
haven It time my friend; I'll
call as | return.
your name is Stubbleworth,
and you are the hypocrite the
Methodists have sent here,
eh. e....... ......- ...-...
my name is Stubbleworth, ,
he meekly replied.
Didn't you know that my
name was Ned Forgeron, the
blacksmith, who whips every
Methodist preacher that goes
through his gap?' was asked
with an audacious look; 'and
how dare YOU come here?' %" .
b The preacher replied that he
had heard Mr.. Forgeron's
name, but presumed he did not
modest we'll behaved travellers.
you presume to presume so.
Yes, you are the most presump-
tuous people, you Methodists,
that ever trod shoe leather, any
how, Well, what'll you do if
I don't whip you this time, you
beef-headed disciple, you?'
Mr.. Stubbleworth professed
his willingness to do anything
reasonable to avoid such pen
We'll, 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 tt
curse the Methodists in every
crowd you get into. 1fl
The preacher looked on dur
ing these novel propositions
| without a line of his face being
moved, and at the end replied
that the terms were unreaSona-
bic and he would not submit tt
them.
well you've got a Whaling
to submit to, then; I'll tear yot
into doll rags corner ways. Ge'
down, you beggar. 81 =
The preacher demonstrated
but Forgeron walked up to The
horse and threatened to teal
him off if he did not dismount
whereupon the worthy mar
made virtue of necessity. anC