Con. For what Saint?
Innk. To St. Antony.
Con. He was indeed a good Man. But how came he to have a Holiday?
Innk. I'll tell you. This Town abounds with Swine-Herds, by Reason of a large Wood hard by that produces Plenty of Acorns; and the People have an Opinion that St. Antony takes Charge of the Hogs, and therefore they worship him, for Fear he should grow angry, if they neglect him.
Con. I wish they would worship him as they ought to do.
Innk. How's that?
Con. Whosoever imitates the Saints in their Lives, worships as he ought to do.
Innk. To-morrow the Town will ring again with Drinking and Dancing, Playing, Scolding and Boxing.
Con. After this Manner the Heathens once worshipped their Bacchus. But I wonder, if this is their Way of worshipping, that St. Antony is not enraged at this Sort of Men that are more stupid than Hogs themselves. What Sort of a Pastor have you? A dumb one, or a wicked one?
Innk. What he is to other People, I don't know: But he's a very good one to me, for he drinks all Day at my House, and no Body brings more Customers or better, to my great Advantage. And I wonder he is not here now.