The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1883-06-21
4 .WELSH CEASsLC.

" 4 WELSH CLASSIC, WV
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An unlettered clergyman wanting place,
His manners were genial and pleasant his
Received a kind letter inviting him down.
To preach to church in a large country
town. Il m wa#a1 "a
The town was uncultured, old-fashioned and
The principal business was harvesting grain.
AND meme % the church members ventlred
A word of the Hebrew or Latin or Greek.
For this very reason they wished an the more
A scholar well grounded in classical lore;
While candidate might just as wen stay
If he did9I'it quote Hebrew at least once a day.
The divine about whom this odd story was
BY the Times of Manhattan, was cunning and
Though Re dIdn{ know Latin. ' Sc liz on
plan.
For he thought: eve shall see how much
shrewdness avaiIs,
Though can not read Greek, I'm a native of
If a few Welsh expressions I cautiously use,
1t may rival the Hebrew in pleasing the pews.
On the critical day, With exceptional grace,a
with cwell-attuned voice ana weil-contFolled
he read from the Ri6ls Pa9gsage Or tEe
lationTlgon't do, - - - -
ITO be sure. It's Oorreot but i beauty you
Hear the rythmical sound Of original
Then boldly a medley of welsh he rccited, Fl
And marked the effect on his hearers be
nighted. q. -
The children gazed up with a wondering stare,
Their mothers assumed an intelligent air,
While the deacons all nodded, as nneh as to
That Greek was by far the more excellent
way, - s.
4 stm holder venture ne hazarded next, SAP
These words, as. my hearers have noticed, of
Have iostnearIy all their original force. 4
'In the Hebrew how clearly the thought flash
And more Of his Welsh he proceeded to spout;
When what was his horror to spy, near the
\ jolly Old welshman, just ready to roarl
Overcome with remorse and foreseeing the
Exposure would bring to his reverend name,
The preachers mad impulse at first was to
But the WHelshman's round face, 50 Drumming
Suggested apossible plan OF escape,
Which none but terrified parson could shape;
lie 1l7Vely confronted that dangerous smile,
ana cOoHy continued MS sermon awhile,
I'LL at length, without showing the least agi-
He rallied himself for a final quotation;
"The rendering here is decidedly wrong;
Quite different thoughts to the Chaldec be-
Then Weishman in pulpit to wclshman in
In the barbarous dialect they alone. knew,
Cried; Friend! By the land. Of our. fathers,
As you hope for salvation, don't stoe me
The jol5syWas 50 rich, the old welshman kept
And the classical parson is preacbing there
n n Pollard, IN Good cheer.
THE PERYERSITY OF PARTNERS.
How you comm on deze days.
Marse Jimmie?''
Pretty Wen, Uncle Toby, rr "a
Looks like you%ot a powerful lot o.
stuff in this yer sto'.. --......z..-.
''Well, yes; we have large stock of
goOds-more than we shall ever sell,
I'm afraid
The speakers were q merchant and
his former slave. Thelatter had walked
to the back part Of the Store, and, with
the air of one that feels himself a privi-
legged character, had taken seat unbid-
den in the best chair by the fire. ga =
The appearance Of the store justified
the comment. In one corner, by the
fireplace, was an island of bacon sur
rounded by n miniature sea of brine; in
the other a group of sirup- casks, one
of which rested horizontally on two bill
lets of wood, and shed its contents,
drop by drop, through a leaky faucet
into tin can. Between the fireplace
and the ends of the two counters, that
ran lengthwise of the room, was a tan
gled maze of flour barrels, sugar hogs
heads and cracker-boxes, threaded BY
narrow footpaththatle to the door.
The counters were piled high with do
mestics,n gayly-eolored calico and
ready-made clothing, SO that there was
scarcely room for the two broken show
eases, with their displaS-of cigars, neck
ties, pocket cutlery and pinchbeck jew
elry- The shelves were filed to their
utmost capacity, and up above the cor
nice the spiders had woven a net of
cobwebs over a long array of dusty
crockery and woodenware. Truly,
there was a powerful sight o stuff :" in
the store 20 a
For some time Uncle Toby sat silent
ly smoking a clay pipe. Presently the
fire made him drowsy, and he fell to
nodding. This pastime might have
continued indefinitely had not his pipe
fallen from his lips to the hearth. The
crash aroused him, and he resumed the
conversation:
''Scem like to me l amt never been
see no better fire to roas' tatcr in dan
what dis yer fire is, Of 1 des had de
tater.n
There are some in that barrel; help
yourself.
"Thanky, sab"
And Uncle Toby buried a potato In
the ashes and put two or three others
in his pockets for his wife, ''MIarthy
Ann, he said. ~ -sE KEF#f
You amt got no pardner in yer, is
You, Maree Jimmie?'
Yes; Mr., Humphrey owns half in
terest.
The Negro .grpnted- disaPProvingly
Mr.. RumpleSs migbtv clever man.
He gin me quarter forhol'in' his horse
ouct ] ain a-sayin' nuthin' agin him,
an I'm hopes you an him il Git along
harmoniklc; but clever YOU hear tell q
me a-goin' Cahoot long of a yuther
nigger agin, You can make a hen mes
out'n my ole hat.s' s-rrr-vpEfFa
Did YOU ever havea parner Uncle
Tobv?R
.'Yas, sab, I had n partner onct--a
crappin' pardner-an' me an him
couldn't gree no WAYS we could fix it.
That was bad.
Hit was bad, but it couldn't be hope.
Eekase pardners is naicherly de mean