A Church Story.

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XVI, Issue 5572, 18 September 1889, Page 3

A Church Story.

A short time ago, in a place of worship at A , previous to tho regular service there was a little diversion afforded the audience that had not been announced in the programme. Two people, one an old lady and the other j an elderly gentleman, were sitting in the same pew, both being slightly deaf, who ' entered into conversation with each other, I but unfortunately they had to talk mostly in a loud key, as someone was sitting between them. Everybody must have noticed in church that as the minute hand works round towards the time of service the solemnity deepens on every countenance and reaches a crisis at the exact moment the minister commences his devotions. The moment had come, and the minister was going to close his eyes ; there was a solemn expectancy in the congregation, when "How's the old man and the girls?" sang out the old gentleman to the old fady in a voice loud enough to be heard all over the church. The minister subsided at once, and the congregation commenced to titter. A word or two passed between them at a lower tone, and then the old lady bawled—" Yes, he's very good ; he never bites their legs like some I've seen ! " The Parson looked bewildered, and the crowd coughed and smiled. For half a minute again only those in the immediate neighbourhood could hear their coversation, and then the old fellow shouted emphatically : "She's the best bitch I ever had. " A question put to him by the lady, in an undertone, seemed to raise his ire, and he shouted more emphatically still : "(rives three gallons of milk night and morning every blessed day ! " Then (says the Rangitikei Advocate) they looked around and saw a lot of people laughing, and frowned at the want of reverence shown by young people now-a-days in church. , f A medal is to be struck to commemorate the Tooth anniversary of the mayoralty of Loudon.