the old country and former times, while the priest was appealed to on every side, as the best and surest authority as to what was going 011 in the world at the other side of the Atlantic, especially in Ireland—that spot to which every heart turned with unceasing love.
In 1833 Father Gordon determined to commence the work of church building in the forest, and his first effort was successfully made on the confines of Adjala and Tecumseth, where he resolved on erecting a log church. Assembling the people, he asked them to assist him in the good undertaking. They were delighted with his proposal, and willingly placed themselves at his command.
'There is one thing, boys, you must also promise me,' said the priest.
'Why, then, whatever it is, your reverence, we'll promise it, sure enough.'
'Well, boys,' continued Father Gordon, 'whiskey is like the devil—it is the father of mischief, and you know it is one of the greatest enemies of our race and country. It makes the best friends fall out, and it is the cause of violence and murder.'
A chorus of voices—'True for your reverence—'tis the blessed truth.'
'Well, then,' continued the good pastor, 'I want you to join me in performing one of the most acceptable works which man can perform for his Creator; that is, to raise a temple to His honour and glory, in which you and your children can worship the Great Being who has watched over you, and protected you and yours in the midst of this forest. I ask you to consecrate this great work by an act of self-denial which will be pleasing in His sight. I want you to promise me that you will not drink a drop of anything this clay but water from that beautiful spring, fresh and sparkling from the hand of God, while you are engaged in erecting the temple to His honour. Promise me this, and you will have a blessing on your work^ and you will bring gladness to the heart of your priest.'
