[Mary Anerley by R. D. Blackmore]@TWC D-Link bookMary Anerley CHAPTER XI 8/20
Dr.Upround looked at this sinner, who was getting into a fright upon his own account, though not a bad preacher when he could afford it; and the cobbler could no more look up to the doctor than when he charged him a full crown beyond the contract. In his kindness for all who seemed convinced of sin, the good preacher halted, and looked at Mr.Jobbins with a soft, relaxing gaze.
Jobbins appeared as if he would come to church forever, and never cheat any sound clergyman again; whereupon the generous divine omitted a whole page of menaces prepared for him, and passed prematurely to the tender strain which always winds up a good sermon. Now what did Jobbins do in return for all this magnanimous mercy? Invited to dine with the senior church-warden upon the strength of having been at church, and to encourage him for another visit, and being asked, as soon as ever decency permitted, what he thought of Parson Upround's doctrine, between two crackles of young griskin (come straight from the rectory pig-sty), he was grieved to express a stern opinion long remembered at Flamborough: "Ca' yo yon mon 'Dr.Uproond ?' I ca' un 'Dr.Upandoon.'" From that day forth the rector of the parish was known far and wide as "Dr.Upandown," even among those who loved him best.
For the name well described his benevolent practice of undoing any harsh thing he might have said, sometimes by a smile, and very often with a shilling, or a basket of spring cabbages.
So that Mrs.Upround, when buttoning up his coat--which he always forgot to do for himself--did it with the words, "My dear, now scold no one; really it is becoming too expensive." "Shall I abandon duty," he would answer, with some dignity, "while a shilling is sufficient to enforce it ?" Dr.Upround's people had now found out that their minister and magistrate discharged his duty toward his pillow, no less than to his pulpit.
His parish had acquired, through the work of generations, a habit of getting up at night, and being all alive at cock-crow; and the rector (while very new amongst them) tried to bow--or rather rise--to night-watch.
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