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"This morning at church we was all standing up, and the pa'son said, 'Let us pray. 'Well, thinks I, 'one may as well kneel as stand'; so down I went; and, more than that, all the rest were as willing to oblige the man as I. We hadn't been hard at it for more than a minute when a most terrible screech sounded through church, as if somebody had just gied up their heart's blood.
"This morning at church we was all standing up, and the pa'son said, 'Let us pray. 'Well, thinks I, 'one may as well kneel as stand'; so down I went; and, more than that, all the rest were as willing to oblige the man as I. We hadn't been hard at it for more than a minute when a most terrible screech sounded through church, as if somebody had just gied up their heart's blood.
And the next minute the corner of the clerk's eye shot again into the corner of the pa'son's, and the pa'son's back again to the clerk's. "Hee, hee!" said the clerk. "Ha, ha!" said Pa'son Toogood. "Ah, sir," says the clerk again, "this is better than crying Amen to your Ever-and-ever on a winter's morning!" "Yes, indeed, clerk!
His brother Cornelius, who was the schoolmaster here, laid down the pointer with which he was directing attention to the Capes of Europe, and came forward. 'That's his brother Jos! whispered one of the sixth standard boys. 'He's going to be a pa'son, he's now at college. 'Corney is going to be one too, when he's saved enough money, said another.
"So, when you guessed at the date, and told parson to have the celebration then, you got it right?" "I got it right," replied Nicholas quietly. "But pa'son shall see the rec'ids, an' I'll recommend him to put 'em under lock an' key." The two sat there and looked at each other, with an outwelling of great content.
Fellers don' think enough o' their souls to build a church, an' when a pa'son comes here they don' treat him half white. O Lord! make these fellers see that when they gits caught in the final round-up an' drove over the last divide, they don' stan' no sort o' show to git to stay on the heavenly ranch 'nless they believes an' builds a house to pray an' preach in.
The record climbed to middle-age, and tolled majestically beyond it, like a life ripening to victorious close. Sixty! seventy! eighty-one! "It ain't Pa'son True!" whispered an awe-struck voice. Then on it beat, to the completed century. The women of Tiverton, in afterwards weighing the immobility of their public representatives under this mysterious clangor, dwelt upon the fact with scorn.
Even the dispassionate judges who sat by the hour in the bar-parlour of the White Hart an inn standing at the dividing line between the poor quarter aforesaid and the fashionable quarter of Maumbry's former triumphs, and hence affording a position of strict impartiality agreed in substance with the young ladies to the westward, though their views were somewhat more tersely expressed: 'Surely, God A'mighty spwiled a good sojer to make a bad pa'son when He shifted Cap'n Ma'mbry into a sarpless!
"Ay, miss; but it was main haard gettin' et dooan so soon, and et cooast" "Never mind the cost. I've given you money enough, I think, and if I haven't, I guess I can give you more." "Ay, miss! Abbut the pa'son 'ead gi' un a funeral for nowt."
"Ruby did." "Pack o' stuff! Ruby hadn't the stop a minute! 'twas that clever fellow you fetched ashore, on Monday. Of course of course! How came it to slip my mind?" Young Zeb turned away; but the old man was after him, quick as thought, and had laid a hand on his shoulder. "Is it bitter, my son?" "It is bitter as death, Pa'son." "My poor lad.
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