A leading Methodist from Filey town, who owed the doctor half a guinea, came one summer and set up his staff in the hollow of a limekiln, where he lived upon fish for change of diet, and because he could get it for nothing.
This was a man of some eloquence, and his calling in life was cobbling, and to encourage him therein, and keep him from theology, the rector not only forgot his half guinea, but sent him three or four pairs of riding-boots to mend, and let him charge his own price, which was strictly heterodox.

As a part of the bargain, this fellow came to church, and behaved as well as could be hoped of a man who had received his money.

He sat by a pillar, and no more than crossed his legs at the worst thing that disagreed with him.

And it might have done him good, and made a decent cobbler of him, if the parson had only held him when he got him on the hook.

But this is the very thing which all great preachers are too benevolent to do.