“Sing to the Lord aloud,”
when Trip broke into a dismal howl.
The parson went on to give directions to the deacon, in the same
voice in which he had been reading, so that the whole effect of the
performance was somewhat as follows:--
“'Sing to the Lord aloud.'
“(Please to turn out that dog),--
“'And make a joyful noise.,”
The dog was turned out, and the choir did their best to make a joyful
noise; but we boys were upset for the day, delivered over to the
temptations of Satan, and plunged in waves and billows of hysterical
giggle, from which neither winks nor frowns from Aunt Lois, nor the
awful fear of the tithing-man, nor the comforting bits of fennel and
orange-peel passed us by grandmother, could recover us.
Everybody felt, to be sure, that here was a trial that called for some
indulgence. Hard faces, even among the stoniest saints, betrayed a
transient quiver of the risible muscles; old ladies put up their fans;
youths and maidens in the singers' seat laughed outright; and, for the
moment, a general snicker among the children was pardoned. But I was one
of that luckless kind, whose nerves, once set in vibration, could not be
composed. When the reign of gravity and decorum had returned, Harry and
I sat by each other, shaking with suppressed laughter. Every thing in
the subsequent exercises took a funny turn; and in the long prayer, when
everybody else was still and decorous, the whole scene came over me with
such overpowering force, that I exploded with laughter, and had to
be taken out of meeting and marched home by Aunt Lois, as a convicted
criminal. What especially moved her indignation was, that, the more she
rebuked and upbraided, the more I laughed, till the tears rolled down
my cheeks; which Aunt Lois construed into wilful disrespect to her
authority, and resented accordingly.
By Sunday evening, as we gathered around the fire, the re-action from
undue gayety to sobriety had taken place; and we were in a pensive and
penitent state. Grandmother was gracious and forgiving; but Aunt Lois
still preserved that frosty air of reprobation which she held to be a
salutary means of quickening our consciences for the future. It was,
therefore, with unusual delight that we saw our old friend Sam come in,
and sit himself quietly down on the block in the chimney corner. With
Sam we felt assured of indulgence and patronage; for, though always
rigidly moral and instructive in his turn of mind, he had that
fellow-feeling for transgressors which is characteristic of the
loose-jointed, easy-going style of his individuality.
“Lordy massy, boys--yis,” said Sam virtuously, in view of some of Aunt
Lois's thrusts, “ye ought never to laugh nor cut up in meetin'; that
'are's so: but then there is times when the best on us gets took down.
We gets took unawares, ye see,--even ministers does. Yis, natur' will
git the upper hand afore they know it.”
“Why, Sam, _ministers_ don't ever laugh in meetin'! do they?”
We put the question with wide eyes. Such a supposition bordered on
profanity, we thought: it was approaching the sin of Uzzah, who unwarily
touched the ark of the Lord.
“Laws, yes. Why, heven't you never heard how there was a council held to
try Parson Morrel for laughin' out in prayer-time?”
“Laughing in prayer-time!” we both repeated, with uplifted hands and
eyes.
My grandfather's mild face became luminous with a suppressed smile,
which brightened it as the moon does a cloud; but he said nothing.
“Yes, yes,” said my grandmother, “that affair did make a dreadful
scandal in the time on't! But Parson Morrel was a good man; and I'm glad
the council wasn't hard on him.”
“Wal,” said Sam Lawson, “after all, it was more Ike Babbit's fault than
'twas anybody's. Ye see, Ike he was allers for gettin' what he could
out o' the town; and he would feed his sheep on the meetin'-house
green. Somehow or other, Ike's fences allers contrived to give out, come
Sunday, and up would come his sheep; and Ike was too pious to drive 'em
back Sunday, and so there they was. He was talked to enough about it:
'cause, ye see, to hev sheep and lambs a ba-a-in' and a blatin'
all prayer and sermon time wa'n't the thing. 'Member that 'are old
meet-in'-house up to the North End, down under Blueberry Hill, the land
sort o' sloped down, so as a body hed to come into the meetin'-house
steppin' down instead o' up.
“Fact was, they said 'twas put there 'cause the land wa'n't good for
nothin' else; and the folks thought puttin' a meetin'-house on't would
be a clear savin'. But Parson Morrel he didn't like it, and was free to
tell 'em his mind on't,--that 'twas like bringin' the lame and the blind
to the Lord's sarvice; but there 'twas.
“There wa'n't a better minister, nor no one more set by in all the
State, than Parson Morrel. His doctrines was right up and down, good and
sharp; and he give saints and sinners their meat in due season; and for
consolin' and comfortin' widders and orphans, Parson Morrel hedn't his
match. The women sot lots by him; and he was allus' ready to take tea
round, and make things pleasant and comfortable; and he hed a good story
for every one, and a word for the children, and maybe an apple or a
cookey in his pocket for 'em. Wal, you know there an't no pleasin'
everybody; and ef Gabriel himself, right down out o' heaven, was to come
and be a minister, I expect there'd be a pickin' at his wings, and sort
o' fault-findin'. Now, Aunt Jerushy Scran and Aunt Polly Hokun they sed
Parson Morrel wa'n't solemn enough. Ye see, there's them that thinks
that a minister ought to be jest like the town hearse, so that ye think
of death, judgment, and eternity, and nothin' else, when ye see him
round; and ef they see a man rosy and chipper, and hevin' a pretty nice,
sociable sort of a time, why they say he an't spiritooal minded. But, in
my times, I've seen ministers the most awakenin' kind in the pulpit
that was the liveliest when they was out on't. There is a time to laugh,
Scriptur' says; tho' some folks never seem to remember that 'are.”
“But, Sam, how came you to say it was Ike Babbit's fault? What was it
about the sheep?”
“Oh, wal, yis! I'm a comin' to that 'are. It was all about them sheep.
I expect they was the instrument the Devil sot to work to tempt Parson
Morrel to laugh in prayer-time.
“Ye see, there was old Dick, Ike's bell-wether, was the fightin'est old
crittur that ever yer see. Why, Dick would butt at his own shadder;
and everybody said it was a shame the old crittur should be left to
run loose, 'cause he run at the children, and scared the women half out
their wits. Wal, I used to live out in that parish in them days. And
Lem Sudoc and I used to go out sparkin' Sunday nights, to see the Larkin
gals; and we had to go right 'cross the lot where Dick was: so we used
to go and stand at the fence, and call. And Dick would see us, and put
down his head, and run at us full chisel, and come bunt agin the fence;
and then I'd ketch him by the horns, and hold him while Lem run and got
over the fence t'other side the lot; and then I'd let go: and Lem would
holler, and shake a stick at him, and away he'd go full butt at Lem; and
Lem would ketch his horns, and hold him till I came over,--that was
the way we managed Dick; but, I tell you, ef he come sudden up behind
a fellow, he'd give him a butt in the small of his back that would make
him run on all fours one while. He was a great rogue,--Dick was. Wal,
that summer, I remember they hed old Deacon Titkins for tithing-man; and
I tell you he give it to the boys lively. There wa'n't no sleepin' nor
no playin'; for the deacon hed eyes like a gimblet, and he was quick as
a cat, and the youngsters hed to look out for themselves. It did really
seem as if the deacon was like them four beasts in the Revelations that
was full o' eyes behind and before; for which ever way he was standin',
if you gave only a wink, he was down on you, and hit you a tap with his
stick. I know once Lem Sudoc jist wrote two words in the psalm-book and
passed to Kesiah Larkin; and the deacon give him such a tap that Lem
grew red as a beet, and vowed he'd be up with him some day for that.
“Well, Lordy Massy, folks that is so chipper and high steppin' has to
hev their come downs; and the deacon he hed to hev his.
“That 'are Sunday,--I 'member it now jest as well as if 'twas
yesterday,--the parson he give us his gre't sermon, reconcilin' decrees
and free agency: everybody said that 'are sermon was a masterpiece.
He preached it up to Cambridge at Commencement, that year. Wal, it so
happened it was one o' them bilin' hot days that come in August, when
you can fairly hear the huckleberries a sizzlin', and cookin' on the
bushes, and the locust keeps a gratin' like a red-hot saw. Wal, such
times, decrees or no decrees, the best on us will get sleepy. The old
meetin'-house stood right down at the foot of a hill that kep' off all
the wind; and the sun blazed away at them gre't west winders: and there
was pretty sleepy times there. Wal, the deacon, he flew round a spell,
and woke up the children, and tapped the boys on the head, and kep'
every thing straight as he could, till the sermon was most through, when
he railly got most tuckered out; and he took a chair, and he sot down
in the door right opposite the minister, and fairly got asleep himself,
jest as the minister got up to make the last prayer.
“Wal, Parson Morrel hed a way o' prayin' with his eyes open. Folks said
it wa'n't the best way: but it was Parson Morrel's way, anyhow; and so,
as he was prayin', he couldn't help seein' that Deacon Tit-kins was a
noddin' and a bobbin' out toward the place where old Dick was feedin'
with the sheep, front o' the meetin'-house door.
“Lem and me we was sittin' where we could look out; and we jest sees old
Dick stop feedin' and look at the deacon. The deacon hed a little round
head as smooth as an apple, with a nice powdered wig on it: and he sot
there makin' bobs and bows; and Dick begun to think it was suthin sort
o' pussonal. Lem and me was sittin' jest where we could look out and see
the hull picter; and Lem was fit to split.
“'Good, now,' says he: 'that crittur 'll pay the deacon off lively,
pretty soon.'
“The deacon bobbed his head a spell; and old Dick he shook his horns,
and stamped at him sort o' threat-nin'. Finally the deacon he give a
great bow, and brought his head right down at him; and old Dick he sot
out full tilt and come down on him ker chunk, and knocked him head over
heels into the broad aisle: and his wig flew one way and he t'other; and
Dick made a lunge at it, as it flew, and carried it off on his horns.
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“Wal, you may believe, that broke up the meetin' for one while: for
Parson Morrel laughed out; and all the gals and boys they stomped and
roared. And the old deacon he got up and begun rubbin' his shins, 'cause
he didn't see the joke on't.
“'You don't orter laugh,' says he: 'it's no laughin' matter; it's a
solemn thing,' says he. 'I might hev been sent into 'tarnity by that
darned crittur,' says he. Then they all roared and haw-hawed the more,
to see the deacon dancin' round with his little shiny head, so smooth a
fly would trip up on't. 'I believe, my soul, you'd laugh to see me in my
grave,' says he.
“Wal, the truth on't was, 'twas jist one of them bustin' up times that
natur has, when there an't nothin' for it but to give in: 'twas jest
like the ice breakin' up in the Charles River,--it all come at once,
and no whoa to't. Sunday or no Sunday, sin or no sin, the most on 'em
laughed till they cried, and couldn't help it.
“But the deacon, he went home feelin' pretty sore about it. Lem Sudoc,
he picked up his wig, and handed it to him. Says he, 'Old Dick was
playin' tithin'-man, wa'n't he, deacon? Teach you to make allowance for
other folks that get sleepy.'
“Then Miss Titkins she went over to Aunt Jerushy Scran's and Aunt Polly
Hokum's; and they hed a pot o' tea over it, and 'greed it was awful of
Parson Morrel to set sich an example, and suthin' hed got to be done
about it. Miss Hokum said she allers knew that Parson Morrel hedn't no
spiritooality; and now it hed broke out into open sin, and led all the
rest of 'em into it; and Miss Titkins, she said such a man wa'n't fit
to preach; and Miss Hokum said she couldn't never hear him agin: and the
next Sunday the deacon and his wife they hitched up and driv eight miles
over to Parson Lothrop's and took Aunt Polly on the back seat.
“Wal, the thing growed and growed, till it seemed as if there wa'n't
nothin' else talked about, 'cause Aunt Polly and Miss Titkins and
Jerushy Scran they didn't do nothin' but talk about it; and that sot
everybody else a-talkin'.
“Finally, it was 'greed they must hev a council to settle the hash. So
all the wimmen they went to choppin' mince, and makin' up pumpkin
pies and cranberry tarts, andb'ilin' doughnuts,--gettin' ready for the
ministers and delegates; 'cause councils always eats powerful: and they
hed quite a stir, like a gineral trainin'. The hosses they was hitched
all up and down the stalls, a-stompin' and switchin' their tails;
and all the wimmen was a-talkin'; and they hed up everybody round for
witnesses. And finally Parson Morrel he says, 'Brethren,' says he, 'jest
let me tell you the story jest as it happened; and, if you don't every
one of you laugh as hard as I did, why, then, I 'll give up.'
“The parson he was a master-hand at settin' off a story; and, afore he'd
done, he got 'em all in sich a roar they didn't know where to leave off.
Finally, they give sentence that there hedn't no temptation took him but
such as is common to man; but they advised him afterwards allers to pray
with his eyes shet; and the parson he confessed he orter 'a done it, and
meant to do better in future: and so they settled it.
“So, boys,” said Sam, who always drew a moral, “ye see, it larns you,
you must take care what ye look at, ef ye want to keep from laughin' in
meetin'”.
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