"What, that pale pretty young woman I've seen at Poyser's?
I saw she was a Methodist, or Quaker, or something of that sort, by her dress, but I didn't know she was a preacher." "It's a true word as I say, sir," rejoined Mr.Rann, compressing his mouth into a semicircular form and pausing long enough to indicate three notes of exclamation.

"She preached on the Green last night; an' she's laid hold of Chad's Bess, as the girl's been i' fits welly iver sin'." "Well, Bessy Cranage is a hearty-looking lass; I daresay she'll come round again, Joshua.

Did anybody else go into fits ?" "No, sir, I canna say as they did.

But there's no knowin' what'll come, if we're t' have such preachin's as that a-goin' on ivery week--there'll be no livin' i' th' village.

For them Methodisses make folks believe as if they take a mug o' drink extry, an' make theirselves a bit comfortable, they'll have to go to hell for't as sure as they're born.
I'm not a tipplin' man nor a drunkard--nobody can say it on me--but I like a extry quart at Easter or Christmas time, as is nat'ral when we're goin' the rounds a-singin', an' folks offer't you for nothin'; or when I'm a-collectin' the dues; an' I like a pint wi' my pipe, an' a neighbourly chat at Mester Casson's now an' then, for I was brought up i' the Church, thank God, an' ha' been a parish clerk this two-an'-thirty year: I should know what the church religion is." "Well, what's your advice, Joshua?
What do you think should be done ?" "Well, Your Reverence, I'm not for takin' any measures again' the young woman.