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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Then the music is second to the woman, the other churchwarden is second to Shiner, the pa'son is second to the churchwardens, and God A'mighty is nowhere at all." "That's true; and you see," continued Reuben, "at the very beginning it put me in a stud as to how to quarrel wi' en. In short, to save my soul, I couldn't quarrel wi' such a civil man without belying my conscience.
'If they want me, surely they will call me, he thought, wondering more and more. He could no longer doubt that he was connected with the subject of their discourse. The first who approached him was a boy. 'What has occurred? said Owen. 'O, a man ha' got crazy-religious, and sent for the pa'son. 'Is that all? 'Yes, sir.
Old Pa'son Williams lifted his hands in his great holy surplice as natural as if he'd been in common clothes, and seemed to say to hisself, 'O for such a man in our parish! But not a soul in Kingsbere could hold a candle to Yeobright." "Was it quite safe when the winder shook?" Christian inquired. He received no answer, all for the moment sitting rapt in admiration of the performance described.
"I should like to inquire what makes you so certain, Mary Oldfield," asked her mother, with the natural irritation of the unprepared. "I should like to know how father's got hold of things pa'son and doctor ain't neither of 'em heard of?" "Why," said the minister, rising, "he's simply crammed with town legends. He can repeat them by the yard. He's a local historian.
Then Mary passed her mug, and while Nicholas filled it, he gave her an oft-repeated charge: "Don't you open your head now, Mary. All this is between you an' me. I'll just mention it to pa'son, an' make up my mind whether he sees the meanin' on't. But don't you say one word to your father an' mother. To them it don't signify." Mary nodded wisely.
"In that case, pa'son," said he, "I should like to state that it would be my purpose to make over that lot to the town to be held as public land forever." Again the village folk outdid themselves in applause, while Young Nick muttered, "Well, I vum!" beneath his breath, and Hattie replied, antiphonally, "My soul!" These were not the notes of mere surprise.
Th' air got that quar sort o' dead smell 'ligion allus 'pears to give to meetin'-houses, a' I could hear th' ol' pa'son a-tellin' us how it's th' lovinest that allus gits th' longest end o' th' rope o' life. Hits me now that ther ol' sky scout was 'bout right.
Poor chap, he was getten as thin as a hermit wi' grief so was she. 'Maybe she'll pick up now. 'True 'tis nater's law, which no man shall gainsay. Ah, well do I bear in mind what I said to Pa'son Raunham, about thy mother's family o' seven, Gad, the very first week of his comen here, when I was just in my prime. "And how many daughters has that poor Weedy got, clerk?" he says.
"Ye talk like ez ef he war goin' ter live, boys," said old Joel Quimbey, irritably. "Pa'son 'lowed he war powerful low." "Pa'son said he'd never hev got home alive 'thout she'd holped him," said Stephen.
Why, it may be frosty in a day or two, and then the poor things mid not be able to leave the stable for weeks." "They may not, they may not, it is true. A merciful man is merciful to his beast," says the pa'son. "Hee, hee!" says the clerk, glancing sly into the pa'son's eye. "Ha, ha!" says the pa'son, a-glancing back into the clerk's.
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