That may be serving God; but I can't see how.

And then how long would you keep me?
The very fust time I fired off my blunderbuss in class-meetin', and you heerd the buckshot and the squirrel-shot and the slugs and all sorts of things a-rattlin' around, you'd say I was makin' fun of the Gospel.

I 'low they a'n't no Methodist in me.

I was cut out cur'us, you know, and made up crooked." "Is there anything against Mr.Harrison, Brother Goshorn ?" asked the elder.
"He's a New Light," said Mr.Goshorn, in a tone that signified his belief that to be a New Light was enough.
"Is he honest and steady ?" "Never heard anything against him as a moralist." "Well, then, it's my opinion that any member of your class would do better to marry a good, faithful, honest New Light than to marry a hickory Methodist." Jonas got up like one demented, and ran out of the door and across the street.

In a moment he came back, bringing Cynthy Ann in triumph.
"Now, soy them words over again," he said to the presiding elder.
"Sister Cynthy Ann," said the presiding elder, "you really love Brother Harrison ?" "I--I don't know whether it's right to set our sinful hearts on the things of this perishin' world.