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
he hates everything that is good in nature and grace; he'll spoil th'
best wark of God in a single noight; th' track of his owd hoof means
mischief, and one of his kicks would lame onybody; keep th' devil aat
o' th' heart, fence it raand with prayer; watch against th' enemy, and
you'll be roight noight and day."
"When a strong man armed keepeth his palace, his goods are in peace"
(Luke xi. 21).
"ELLOW! WHO'S THERE."
Abe had a very quaint and original way of rendering the parable of our
Lord on the importunate neighbour (Luke xi. 5).
"There was a good man who said one noight to his wife, 'Naa, lass, we
mun be getting to bed, I ha' to be up i' th' mornin' i' good toime.'
'Aye,' she said, 'thaa has?' So she put supper things away, and then
she and th' childer sat daan while th' good man read a chapter i' God's
Book; then they all knelt together at the family altar, and committed
their souls to the keeping of Him who never slumbers nor sleeps. In a
little while after that they were all in bed and th' candle blown aat;
they were just settling daan into sleep, when there came a loud
knocking at th' front door, ran, tan, tan, tan. 'Ellow! who's there?'
exclaimed th' good man of th' haase as he raised himself up in bed.
"'It's me!' answered a voice from th' aatside.
"'Me, who's me?'
"'I'm th' neighbour, thaa knaws.'
"'Aye, and a bonny neighbour thaa is to be comin' here knocking up sich
a row at this toime o' th' noight.'
"'Why, I'm vary sorry,' chimes in th' voice aatsoide, 'vary sorry to
trouble you, but a friend o' mine that's on a journey, has just come to
aar haase, and wants his supper and a noight's lodgings, and we ha'nt a
morsel o' bread to set before him, and I want to knaw if thaa'll lend
us a loaf till my wife bakes.'
"'Get away hoam wi' the',' replied the man of th' haase. 'I'm i' bed,
and canna be bothered; candle's aat, and we ha' no matches upstairs; go
home and come agean in th' mornin', and I'll lend the' some. Remember
me to the' friend, good-noight:' whereupon he shuffles daan into bed
agean, and tries to compose himsen to sleep.
"But th' man aatsoide has been and fetched a big thick stick, and with
this he starts to hammer th' door laader than ever, till he startles
all th' sleepers in th' haase.
"'Naa then, what's th' matter?' shaats th' man from insoide, 'I thought
thaa war gone hoam.'
"'Will thaa lend me a loaf till my wife bakes?' This was said in such
a deliberate, determined voice, that the good man knows in a moment he
won't be put off.
"'What thinks ta, lass? Mun I get up and gie him one? I don't believe
he'll goa away; he'll bray t' door daan afore dayloight.'
"While th' wife is rubbing her eyes and hesitating a bit, th' man
aatside rings sich a clash of bells on th' front door, as brought th'
good man aat on th' floor in a twinkling.
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