We may laugh at the Adventist's disappointment that the balloon
did not tie up to a stump and take him on board, but it was a
serious matter to him.
He had been waiting for the wagon, full of hope, and when it came, and he
saw the helmet on King's head and thought it was a crown of glory, his
heart beat with joy, and he plead in piteous accents not to be passed by,
and the confounded gas bag went on and landed in a cranberry marsh, and
the poor, foolish, weak, short-sighted man had to get in his work mighty
lively to dodge the sand bags, beer bottles, and rolls of clothing store
posters.
The Adventist would have been justified in renouncing his religion and
joining the Democratic party. It is sad, indeed.
MR. PECK'S SUNDAY LECTURE.
The papers all around here are saying that I have a new Sunday Lecture,
with a bad title. The way of it was this. A man in a neighboring city
telegraphed me to know if I would deliver a "Sunday Lecture," and telling
me to choose my subject, and answer by telegraph. I thought it was some
joke of the boys. The idea of me delivering a Sunday lecture was
ridiculous, so, in a moment of thoughtlessness I telegraphed back, "What
in the d---- do you take me for?" I supposed that that would be enough to
inform the man that I was not in the business.
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