1909
Points For the New Curate
Dean Pigou gives a few reminiscences of Doncaster, where at one time be was vicar. Among the stories he tells is this concerning one of his curates. He went to see an old woman with whom visiting had perhaps been overdone. She at once accosted him.
"So you are the new curate, aren't you?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Well, just you sit down on that 'ere chair." It was a three legged stool of most uncertain standing.
"Now, I'll tell you what you does when you comes to see me. You sits on that stool. You then read me, mind, a short psalm. Then you gives me a shilling, and you can go." — London Vanity Fair.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
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