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Mr
.
Stiggins
did
not
desire
his
hearers
to
be
upon
their
guard
against
those
false
prophets
and
wretched
mockers
of
religion
,
who
,
without
sense
to
expound
its
first
doctrines
,
or
hearts
to
feel
its
first
principles
,
are
more
dangerous
members
of
society
than
the
common
criminal
;
imposing
,
as
they
necessarily
do
,
upon
the
weakest
and
worst
informed
,
casting
scorn
and
contempt
on
what
should
be
held
most
sacred
,
and
bringing
into
partial
disrepute
large
bodies
of
virtuous
and
well
-
conducted
persons
of
many
excellent
sects
and
persuasions
.
But
as
he
leaned
over
the
back
of
the
chair
for
a
considerable
time
,
and
closing
one
eye
,
winked
a
good
deal
with
the
other
,
it
is
presumed
that
he
thought
all
this
,
but
kept
it
to
himself
.
During
the
delivery
of
the
oration
,
Mrs
.
Weller
sobbed
and
wept
at
the
end
of
the
paragraphs
;
while
Sam
,
sitting
cross
–
legged
on
a
chair
and
resting
his
arms
on
the
top
rail
,
regarded
the
speaker
with
great
suavity
and
blandness
of
demeanour
;
occasionally
bestowing
a
look
of
recognition
on
the
old
gentleman
,
who
was
delighted
at
the
beginning
,
and
went
to
sleep
about
half
-
way
.
‘
Brayvo
;
wery
pretty
!
’
said
Sam
,
when
the
red
-
nosed
man
having
finished
,
pulled
his
worn
gloves
on
,
thereby
thrusting
his
fingers
through
the
broken
tops
till
the
knuckles
were
disclosed
to
view
.
‘
Wery
pretty
.
’
‘
I
hope
it
may
do
you
good
,
Samuel
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Weller
solemnly
.
‘
I
think
it
vill
,
mum
,
’
replied
Sam
.
‘
I
wish
I
could
hope
that
it
would
do
your
father
good
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Weller
.
‘
Thank
’
ee
,
my
dear
,
’
said
Mr
.
Weller
,
senior
.
‘
How
do
you
find
yourself
arter
it
,
my
love
?
’
‘
Scoffer
!
’
exclaimed
Mrs
.
Weller
.
‘
Benighted
man
!
’
said
the
Reverend
Mr
.
Stiggins
.
‘
If
I
don
’
t
get
no
better
light
than
that
‘
ere
moonshine
o
’
yourn
,
my
worthy
creetur
,
’
said
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
,
‘
it
’
s
wery
likely
as
I
shall
continey
to
be
a
night
coach
till
I
’
m
took
off
the
road
altogether
.
Now
,
Mrs
.
We
,
if
the
piebald
stands
at
livery
much
longer
,
he
’
ll
stand
at
nothin
’
as
we
go
back
,
and
p
’
raps
that
‘
ere
harm
-
cheer
’
ull
be
tipped
over
into
some
hedge
or
another
,
with
the
shepherd
in
it
.
’
