The Curate and the Bricklayer.
* A curate once did a good thing in hia way. While walking along the street at the dinner hour he passed a lot of bricklayers smoking their after dinner pipe, and heard one of them say: “ I’d like to be a parson, and have naught to do but to walk about in a long black coat and carry a walking stick in my fist and get a lot of brass.” Of course, there was a laugh at the parson’s expense, but he turned sharp round and replied : “So you’d like to be a parson ? How much do you get ? week ?” “Twenty-seven shillings/’ was the reply, “Well,” said the curate, “though I’m only a poor man, I’ll give you twenty-seven shillings if you’ll come along with me for six days and see how you like it. Then you’ll be better able to talk about it.” The bricklayer tried to back out of it, but his mates told him: “ Nay, man, though saidst thou’d like it; thou mun go with the parson chap.” So he put on his coat and started with the curate amidst a roar of laughter. The parson presently turned down an alley and told his companion that they were going to see a sick man, and that he must mind not to make a noise going upstairs. “ What might be the matter with him ? ” asked the bricklayer. “ Small-pox,” said the parson. “ Oh, then,” said the man, “ Til just wait outside for you, sir, for I’ve not had it myself, and I’ve got a wife and children to think of.” “That’s exactly my case,” said the curate, “for I have not had it, and I have a wife and children depending on me. But you agreed to come with me wherever I went.” The man of bricks began not to like it, and after a moment’s hesitation he asked : “And where are you going next?” The parson told him they would have to visit another house that day, where the father lay in his coffin and ail the family were down with the scarlet fever, and also a house where there was typhus; and on the morrow there would be a longer round. This floored the bricklayer. “Sir,” he said, “I’ll go back to my old job, if you please, and I’ll say no more agin you parsons.”
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The Curate and the Bricklayer., Evening Star, Issue 8012, 14 September 1889, Supplement
The Curate and the Bricklayer. Evening Star, Issue 8012, 14 September 1889, Supplement
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