I bided there two year, an' built them a chapel an' preached the Word in it.
They offered me money to stop an' preach; and I laid it before the Lord.

But He said, 'You're the King's Postman.

Keep moving, keep on moving! 'I've built two more chapels since then." Late that afternoon three bodies were recovered from the sea--the captain, the mate, and a boy of about sixteen; and were buried in the churchyard next day, as soon as the inquest was over.

Pascoe followed the coffins, and pointed the service at the grave-side with interjaculations of his own.

"Glory be!" "A-men!" "Hallelujah!" "Great Redemption!" To the Vicar's surprise the small crowd after a minute began to follow the man's lead, until at length he could scarcely read for these interruptions.
At supper that night Pascoe sprang a question on the Vicar.
"Be you convarted ?" he asked, looking up with his mouth full of bread and cheese.
"I hope so." "Aw, you _hopes!_ 'Tis a bad case with 'ee, then.