ABSTRACT
The little Welch girl at the parsonage had made a bed for old Andrew, and he passed the night considerably soothed by the good humour and humanity of his evening associate. The messenger which I had sent, soon returned with my trusty friend, who fully confirmed all that I said in my defence respecting the sword, and the conduct of Edward Blagden. My vindictive accuser, notwithstanding, demanded justice, and the incensed throng still seemed sceptical as to the defence which I made, and which Andrew vehemently corroborated. All would not do: – the multitude insisted on my departure, and every expostulation having failed to convince them, I at length consented to their wishes.
