Of course there could n't be no mistake When he talked of long-winded prayin', For Peters and Johnson they sot and scowled At every word he was sayin'. And the minister he went on to say, I don't think much of a man that gives I guess that dose was bitter enough "Give us some more of such plain talk; The minister hit 'em every time; And when he spoke of fashion, And a riggin' out in bows and things, As woman's rulin' passion, And a-comin' to church to see the styles, I could n't help a-winkin' And a-nudgin' my wife, says I, "That's you," And I guess it sot her to thinkin'. Says I to myself, "That sermon's pat; But man is a queer creation; And I'm much afraid that most of the folks Didn't make the application. Now, if he had said a word about My personal mode of sinnin', I'd have gone to work to right myself, And not sot there a-grinnin'." Just then the minister says; says he, "And now I've come to the fellers Who've lost this shower by usin' their friends Go home," says he, "and find your own faults, Go home,” he says, "and wear the coats My wife she nudged, and Brown he winked, And lots of lookin' into our pew; It sot my blood a-bilin'. Says I to myself, "Our minister Is gittin' a little bitter; I'll tell him when meetin''s out that I CLXXXIII.-TO MAKE MISCHIEF. KEEP your eye on your neighbors. Take care of them. Do not let them stir without watching. They may do something wrong if you do. To be sure, you never did know them to do any thing very bad, but it may be on your account they have not. Perhaps, if it had not been for your kind care, they might have disgraced themselves a long time ago. Therefore do not relax any effort to keep them where they ought to be. Never mind your own business; that will take care of itself. There is a man passing along, he is looking over the fence, be suspicious of him; perhaps he contemplates stealing, some of these dark nights; there is no knowing what queer fancies he may have got into his head. If you find any symptoms of any one passing out of the path of duty, tell every one else what you see, and be particular to see a great many. It is a good way to circulate such things, though it may not benefit yourself or any one else particularly. Do keep something going; silence is a dreadful thing, though it is said there was silence in heaven for the space of half an hour; but do not let any such thing occur on earth; it would be too much for this mundane sphere. If, after all your watchful care, you can not see any thing out of the way in any one, you may be sure it is not because they have not done any thing bad; perhaps in an unguarded moment you lost sight of them; throw out hints that they are no better than they should be; that you should not wonder if the people found out what they were after awhile; then they may not carry their heads so high. Keep it going, and some one may take the hint and begin to help you along after awhile, then there will be music, and every thing will work to a charm. CLXXXIV.-THE MYSTERIOUS GUEST. 'Twas night; the clock had just struck ten The stage-coach halted at the door An inside passenger got out, Who straight went in the inn. His portly figure was enwrapped In overcoat of shag, While one hand grasped a traveling trunk, The other held a bag; And in the twinkle of his eye You recognized a wag. "Waiter," he cried, "show me a room; I'm tired and travel-sore." The waiter showed him to a room Upon the second floor. "Just stay a moment," said the man, The waiter closed the door. "You see," observed the traveler, And can't pull off my hose." "All right," replied the waiter, "'Tis well," resumed the traveler, I'm like a case of glass," said he, And as he spoke, he ope'd his mouth And thrust his fingers in the hole,- And out there rolled two sets of teeth, "Now, waiter, just unscrew my arm, But don't look so alarmed; I'm helpless as a sailing ship Upon a sea becalmed; And when my arm you've taken off The waiter, in astonishment, Upon the traveler gazed; He thought so strange a stranger But when he saw the arm come off He was still more amazed, Now, bring me here that looking-glass, The waiter's hair now stood on end, But the man of fractions sat And laughed with all his might. Now lay my fragments in that box And mind the teeth don't bite. K. N. E.--37. |