Part 9 (1/2)

Little Abe was leading a lovefeast in Berry Brow Chapel; the place was crowded, people had come from far and near; the Holy Spirit was present in great power; there was no lack of witnesses, two or three being often on their feet together waiting for an opportunity to speak.

Little Abe, as he said, ”was fair swabbing o'er,” he wept for joy.

A young man at length rose to relate his Christian experience. He had but lately been converted to Jesus, and before that had been a very wicked, drunken, degraded character. He proceeded to say what the Lord had done for him, how He had found him in his sins and misery, and taken hold of him when hardly any one else would look at him, except a policeman, who felt as if he had a sort of right to him, and often found him board and lodgings for a few weeks. At the time of his conversion he was almost naked, and absolutely dest.i.tute; said he, ”I had popt” (p.a.w.ned) ”my coat, and popt my shoes, my vest, my s.h.i.+rt, and everything on which I could raise money, and I was almost in h.e.l.l.”

This was more than Abe could sit under; he sprang to his feet and exclaimed, ”It's a rare job th' devil didn't pop thee and all, my lad!

Praise th' Lord!” The young man fell on his seat and vented his grat.i.tude in a fresh burst of tears, and many an eye in that meeting ran over as well.

RELIGION ALL HUMBUG.

Little Abe once got up in a lovefeast. ”Friends,” said he, ”a man asked me what I made so mich noise abaat religion for; he said, 'It's all humbug,' and I said, 'Thaa'rt roight for once, mon; it's th'

sweetest humbug that iver I tasted. I have been sucking it for mony a lang year, and it is sweeter than iver.'” (Humbug is the Yorks.h.i.+re name for sweets and goodies). It was just in Abe's way to turn the tables on his a.s.sailant, and certainly in this case the Little Bishop had the best of the encounter, and the joy of the humbug as well.

PENITENT PHYSIC.

The Bishop was leading a lovefeast in Sh.e.l.ley Chapel (where it is said that the Rev. John Wesley once preached), and one of the speakers had been a backslider, but had determined to return to the Lord. This man was telling the meeting his bitter sorrow, and how he had drunk of the wormwood and gall of repentance, and as he spoke tears ran chasing each other down his face. ”Bless th' Lord,” said Little Abe, ”I see my Father has been giving the' some penitent physic, and it's made the'

'een” (eyes) ”run. Ne'er moind, lad, He'll heal thee heart, and wipe'

away all tears from thee 'een.'”

HONLEY FEAST MONDAY.

The Honley feast is one of the remaining relics of byegone times, and is tenaciously kept year by year throughout the parish as a holiday.

It begins with Sunday, and extends over the greater part of the week, during which time the people enjoy themselves in ways suited to their varied tastes, too many of them indulging in the cup which brings aching heads and empty pockets. What a pity it is that men, and even women, too, are so infatuated as to think that pleasure can only be found in drunkenness and public-house brawling! Thank G.o.d there are many who know the folly of this, and have other and better ways of finding pleasure. Ever since Salem Chapel was first built it has been the custom to hold a lovefeast there on Honley Feast Monday, and this is perhaps the most popular meeting in the whole year, and is always looked to with great interest. People come to this lovefeast from many miles around, and the chapel is invariably filled to overflowing.

This was always a great occasion with Little Abe--a real red letter day. I remember attending this annual meeting some years ago. Abe was there, and he certainly monopolised a good share of my attention. He was very happy, and kept on ringing changes with clapping, stamping, shouting, and sometimes, when under strong feelings, he pealed a clash altogether, with hand, foot, and voice. ”Hey, lads!” he said, ”it's grand! it gets better and better, bless th' Lord!” His face was covered with smiles from his smooth chin to his bald forehead; he never ceased smiling during all that service,--for no sooner had his joyous countenance spent itself on one pleasant thing, and the light, dancing ripples begun to subside, than something else presented itself to his notice, and another smile pa.s.sed across his face like a playful breeze over a clear pool, shaking up the waves again; and so on he went, through all that service, with a face as bright as a sunbeam.

At length Abe rose to his feet, still smiling, and his hands clasped together; every eye was on him in a moment, and smiles and tears of joy mingled all over the chapel; the women wiped their eyes, and the men shouted, ”Glory, Abe! G.o.d bless the', lad.” ”Friends,” he began, ”I am happy, I mun spaike naa, or I'st brust mysen.” ”Go on, Abe,” came from all parts of the chapel. ”Hey, my lads, I mean to go on; I'm noan going to turn back naa; it's heaven I set aat for, and heaven I mean.

I've been on th' road aboon fifty years, and I'st get t' th' end afore lang.” And then he went on to say how glad he was to see them there once more, and to see the place full of earnest wors.h.i.+ppers. ”You knaw it warn't always soa. I can remember when we wor just a few, but we agreed to pray for a revival, and gie th' Lord no rest until we should mak' His arm bare amang us. We started a prayer-meeting on Sunday mornings at five o'clock to th' minute, and they that worn't there at time should be locked aat. Well, yo' know, I wor' baan to be at that meeting. So I telled aar Sally on Sat.u.r.day noight I mun be up i' th'

morning at half-past four. Well, wod yo' believe it, I waked abaat five minutes to five. I wor aat o' bed in a wink, and shoved my feet in my stockings, and then on wi' my breeks, scratted up my booits”

(boots) ”i' my hand, and off I ran in my stocking feet. When I gat hoalf-way up th' Braa th' clock struck five, and I pushed one fooit in my booit, fastened up my galla.s.ses, and ran on agean panting up th'

hill, and just as I came t' th' gate I saw th' chapel door shut in my face, so I wor locked aat; but I wor noan baan to looise my meeting.

While they insoid wor getting ready, I finished dressing mysen.

By-and-bye I hears one on 'em give aat a hymn, and I clapped my ear t'

th' key-hoil and listened for th' words, and then I put my maath to th'

hoil and sang with 'em, and so I kept on until they began to pray.

Then I listened, and shaated Amen through th' hoil, and kept on while iver they prayed. At last my owd friend Bradley stopped in th' middle of his prayer,--'Oppen that door,' he said, 'I canna pray with that chap shaating in at th' key-hoil that road;' so they oppened th' door, and I went in and had my meeting after all,--but yo' moind I wor niver late agean.”

Our little friend will be remembered as a lovefeast man for many years to come. His name had quite grown to be a.s.sociated with the Conference lovefeast of the Methodist New Connexion, and many are the affectionate references to our brother in these grand annual gatherings even to this day. His voice is not now heard as it once was, along with that of Thomas Hannam, John Shaw, and men of like spirit and notoriety; but his name is still fragrant in the affectionate memories of those who are in the habit of attending our Conference lovefeast.

”BREED 'EM YOURSENS.”

Although Little Abe was no narrow-minded sectarian, he still loved to foster in the minds of his own children a preference for the people that had, under G.o.d, saved his soul, and made him what he was, and he tried to bind his family to the Church of his choice. Spending a Sunday in the town of Dewsbury, in company with a devoted brother and local preacher who is now in heaven, they were led to converse about the Community to which they both belonged. Abe said, ”I was born in th' New Connexion, never aat of it, and by G.o.d's help I'st die in it, and I hope my children after me.” And then, taking up an incident which his own words had called to mind, he said, ”My lad went by a cheap trip to Hull t'other day, and what dost ta think wor th' first thing he axed for when he gat there?” ”Don't know,” replied his friend. ”Why, afore he gat aat at station yard, he goes up to a man and says, 'Can yo' tell me th' way t' th' New Connexion Chapel?' Naa,”