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Updated: May 13, 2025
'Be cust if I would keep any such oath! But here's the pa'son, if my ears don't deceive me. There was a noise of horse's hoofs without, a stumbling against the door- scraper, a tethering to the window-shutter, a creaking of the door on its hinges, and a voice which Swithin recognized as Mr. Torkingham's.
Though Nicholas had "lost himself" that night, he had kept time for thought; and perhaps he realized how precious a thing it is to lay up treasure of inheritance for one who loves us, and is truly of our kind. He turned quite meekly to the doctor. "Should you think," he inquired, "should you think pa'son would be up an' dressed?" Ten minutes thereafter, the two were knocking at the parson's door.
''Twas a very dark afternoon, and by the end of the sermon all you could see of the inside of the church were the pa'son's two candles alongside of him in the pulpit, and his spaking face behind 'em. The sermon being ended at last, the pa'son gie'd out the Evening Hymn.
When we tuk en to church, tho', there was a pretty shape. 'Name this cheeld, says Pa'son Babbage. 'Selah, says I, that bein' the word we'd settled. 'Selah? says he: 'pack o' stuff! that ain't no manner o' name.
He shan't lie in this accursed place! 'Ay, as our pa'son says, 'tis a barbarous custom they keep up at Sidlinch, and ought to be done away wi'. The man a' old soldier, too. You see, our pa'son is not like yours at Sidlinch. 'He says it is barbarous, does he? So it is! cried the soldier.
"He's got to write an address, and he wants you to tell him what to say." Then, in the darkness of the room, a slow smile stole over Nicholas Oldfield's face, but his voice remained quite grave. "Does, does he?" he remarked. "Well, he ain't the fust pa'son that's needed a lift; but he's the fust one ever I knew to ask for it. I've got nothin' for 'em, Mary.
I assure ye, Pa'son Tarkenham, that in the clitch o' my knees, where the rain used to come through when I was cutting clots for the new lawn, in old my lady's time, 'tis as if rats wez gnawing, every now and then. When a feller's young he's too small in the brain to see how soon a constitution can be squandered, worse luck!
Never was there a finer run knowed with that pack than they had that day; and neither pa'son nor clerk thought one word about the unmarried couple locked up in the church tower waiting to get j'ined. "These hosses of yours, sir, will be much improved by this!" says the clerk as he rode along, just a neck behind the pa'son. "'Twas a happy thought of your reverent mind to bring 'em out to-day.
"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.
"Talkin' 'bout ministers, de Pa'son was here to see yo' yest'day evenin'." "Brother Matthews? I am sorry I was not at home." "Yes sah, I was sorry too; he's a right pious-lookin' man, he sho is. I don tole him de Lawd only knowed whar yo' was or when yo'd git back.
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