Little Abe, or, the Bishop of Berry Brow: Being the Life of Abraham LockwoodJewell, F.
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Little Abe, or, the Bishop of Berry Brow: Being the Life of Abraham Lockwood
Jewell, F.
Lockwood, Abraham, 1792-1871; Methodist Church -- Bishops -- England -- Biography
Yet he did not lay all the blame of their conduct upon the shoulders of
these men, because he thought the people helped in some measure to put
"butterfly notions" into their minds. If a good man came to his
appointment through the rain and wind, and got somewhat badly used by
the weather, someone was almost sure to say something to frighten and
dishearten him from ever doing so again. "Oh dear, have you come in
all this rain? Well, I hardly thought you would be here; nobody could
blame you for staying at home on such a day; you are very wet, you'll
be sure to take cold and be laid up," and Abe used to say that kind of
talk was enough to give a chill to any man, and tempt him to stay at
home next time for fear it might rain.
It did not make any difference to him, however; he went in all
weathers, rain or sunshine, winter and summer. There is a little ditty
he used to sing--
"Come rain or come blow,
A Methodist preacher, I must go."
One Sunday morning he was planned to preach at Shepley, and it was
pouring down rain. He, however, set off under his umbrella; but long
before he reached his destination he was drenched to the skin. Prior
to going into the chapel he called at the house where he was going to
dine that day; the good woman was grieved to see him in such a
condition. "Dear me," said she, "you are almost drowned; come in, take
your wet clothes off, and go to bed." "Nay, nay," replied Abe, "yo'
mun't tak' me for a butterfly preacher; I'm noan going to bed i'
dayloight, I'm baan to praach." And turning to her husband, who was a
big man, he said, "Thaa mun lend me some o' thy claathes." The
proposal to adorn himself in his host's clothes seemed so ridiculous,
considering that Abe was a little man, that both husband and wife
laughed right out. "Aye," said the man, "thou would look a queer
butterfly going into th' pulpit in my wings." But Abe wasn't to be put
off: "Come," said he, "thaa mun foind me some o' thy claathes." They
found him a spare suit, and in a few minutes he came downstairs fully
attired, and presenting such a figure that the man and his wife were
almost ill with laughing at him. It signified nothing to Abe who
laughed or who didn't; off he went to chapel. He was a few minutes
late, and most of the congregation were in their places. He was
therefore very eager to get to the pulpit; but in going across the
chapel for this purpose, one of his borrowed shoes slipped off, which
brought him to a sudden standstill, and caused special attention to be
drawn to his singular outfit; and the moment the people comprehended
the state of things, it was impossible to suppress a laugh in old or
young; and yet while they laughed at his odd figure, their hearts
warmed towards him as they thought of his zeal in coming so far, on
such a day, to preach to them.
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