A Bishop And Churchwarden





BISHOP WARBURTON, going to Cirencester to confirm, he was supplied at

the altar with an elbow-chair and a cushion, which he did not much like,

and calling to the churchwarden said, I suppose, sir, your fattest

butcher has sat in this chair, and your most violent Methodist preacher

thumped the cushion.





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