Democratic Sentinel, Volume 10, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 July 1886 — A Cape Breton Parson. [ARTICLE]

A Cape Breton Parson.

He was a tall, angular parson of the old severe Presbyterian type. As the local idiom has it, “You wotfld know by his English that he had the Gaelic.” He was preaching in a brother parson’s pulpit to a congregation who were strangers to him. Descanting on the lamb as a type of gentleness,meekness, etc., he said: “The lamb is quaite and kind. The lamb is not like the other beasts—the lion, and the tiger, and the wolf. Ye will not be runnin’ away from the lamb. No. The lamb is kaind; the lamb will not eat ye, whatever. “And there is food in the lamb, too. Oh, yes, you will be killin’ the lamb and the sheep when the cold weather will come in the winter. You will be wantin’ some good strong food in the winter, and it is then you will be killin’ the lamb. “And there is clothing in the lamb—he is good for the clothing. You will tek the wool off him, and you will mek clothes for yourselves. And how would you and I look without clothing ?” etc. At the close of the exercises he gave out the following very peculiar notice, to explain which I must state that ravages had been made among the Presbyterian flock by the influence of a divine of a different persuasion: “And there will most likely be a family from X. that will be baptized here after meeting on Friday night, but”—here he leaned forward, and added, in a loud stage-whisper—“ye’ll no be saying a word about it, dear brethren, as I do not think they want it known.”—Harper’s Magazine. A colored servant girl who was sick with malarial fever refused to take medicine, but sent to a negro sorcerer, who gave her a bottle containing a live lizard, with instructions to place it under her pillow. After she had grown very ill her master made her throw the lizard away and take propfer medicine.