and an active body, and rode far and wide over the hills, "awakening"
those who had previously had no sense of religion. To save time, and be
no charge to the families at whose houses he held his prayer-meetings, he
carried his provisions with him; all the food he took in the day on such
occasions consisting simply of a piece of bread and butter, or dry bread
and a raw onion.

The horse-races were justly objectionable to Mr. Grimshaw; they attracted
numbers of profligate people to Haworth, and brought a match to the
combustible materials of the place, only too ready to blaze out into
wickedness. The story is, that he tried all means of persuasion, and
even intimidation, to have the races discontinued, but in vain. At
length, in despair, he prayed with such fervour of earnestness that the
rain came down in torrents, and deluged the ground, so that there was no
footing for man or beast, even if the multitude had been willing to stand
such a flood let down from above. And so Haworth races were stopped, and
have never been resumed to this day. Even now the memory of this good
man is held in reverence, and his faithful ministrations and real virtues
are one of the boasts of the parish.

But after his time, I fear there was a falling back into the wild rough
heathen ways, from which he had pulled them up, as it were, by the
passionate force of his individual character. He had built a chapel for
the Wesleyan Methodists, and not very long after the Baptists established
themselves in a place of worship. Indeed, as Dr. Whitaker says, the
people of this district are "strong religionists;" only, fifty years ago,
their religion did not work down into their lives. Half that length of
time back, the code of morals seemed to be formed upon that of their
Norse ancestors. Revenge was handed down from father to son as an
hereditary duty; and a great capability for drinking without the head