Robert Collyer told me the other day of a big-hearted,
big-fisted old clergyman in Yorkshire who was so determined to
convert the wild, wicked dwellers on the moors that when they
refused to come into church on Sunday, he would rush out of his
pulpit, spring into a crowd of cock-fighters outside the chapel,
knock some of them down with his brawny fist, collar them, drag
them in, and then administer gospel truths right and left to the
rascals.--JAMES T. FIELDS.
(2023)