Jus' den 'long comes a white angel on hossback, wot was in a dreffle hurry to git in to de gate.

De cullud angel, he mighty p'lite, an' he went up an' tuk de hoss, an' when de white angel had got down an' gone in, he went roun' lookin' fur a tree to hitch him to.

But when he went back agin to de gate, Sent Peter had jus' shet it, and was lockin' it up wid a big padlock.

He jus' looks ober de gate at de cullud angel an' he says: 'No 'mittance ahfter six o'clock.' An' den he go in to his supper." "An' wot dat cullud angel do den ?" asked Eliza, who had been listening breathlessly to this narrative.
"Dunno," said Isham, "but I reckin de debbil come 'long in de night an' tuk him off.

Dar's a lesson in dis h'yar par'ble wot 'ud do you good to clap to your heart, Aun' Patsy.