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Updated: June 18, 2025
It was only on such occasions as these that Johnny Darbyshire ever appeared under the church roof. Once, on the occasion of the funeral of an old neighbor, which, for a wonder, he attended, he presented himself there, but with as little satisfaction to the clergyman, and less to himself.
Johnny Darbyshire meantime, overcome by his feelings, had sate down at the bar, a glass of water was handed to him, he wiped his forehead with his handkerchief several times, heaved a heavy convulsive sigh or two from his laboring chest, and again arose. "Judge, then," said he, again addressing the jury, "what a taking I was in.
What was most noticeable, however, was Johnny Darbyshire himself, lying stretched, apparently lifeless, on the greensward at some little distance.
O dear! I'm quite grieved for you, when I think what falsities and deceit you'll one day have to answer for, as it is." The gentlemen, thus complimented, appeared to enjoy the satire of Johnny Darbyshire; and still more was it relished in the body of the court. But again remarked the judge, "Mr. Darbyshire, I advise you to leave the counsel for the plaintiff to prove his case against you."
Johnny Darbyshire stepped down from the bar, and disappeared in the crowd. There was a deep silence in the court, and the very jury were seen dashing some drops from their eyes. They appeared to look up to the judge as if they were ready to give in at once their verdict, and nobody could doubt for which party; but at this moment the counsel for the plaintiff arose, and said:
"I am sure he will be very glad to see you and to thank you for saving me. He is a very kind man is my father," she added solemnly, "very kind to me, and very kind to his reptiles." Before them all Mrs. Darbyshire was now quite resigned I took her hand and pressed it. "It is a very easy thing to be kind to you, Dolores," I said. "I should find the difficulty in being kind to the reptiles."
But obstacles only spurred him on to action, and he cried to himself, petulantly: "Is it theirs? Who are they, to claim an open wild place like that? They'll be saying next that all Darbyshire belongs to them. It's as much ours as theirs, and, if we had our rights, it would be ours. I shall go, in spite of all the Darleys in the county. Who are they?
This had been patiently waited for a good while by those posted without, when suddenly, as rats are seen to issue from a rick when the ferret is in it, Johnny Darbyshire was seen ascending hurriedly a broken staircase, that was partly exposed to the open day by the progress of dilapidation, and terminated abruptly above.
Truly was that religious world in which Johnny Darbyshire lived a most singular one. In that part of the country, George Fox had been particularly zealous and well received. A simple country people was just the people to be affected by his warm eloquence and strong manly sense.
"Help! help!" cried Johnny Darbyshire, rushing wildly into the room above. "The man, like a madman, has walked over the landing into the cellar. If he isn't killed, it's a mercy. Help!" snatching another candle; "but hold take heed! take heed! or thou'lt go over after him!" With good lighting, and careful examination of the way, the officer followed.
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