MORCEAUX.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 3147, 10 May 1878, Page 3

MORCEAUX.

At a country village church a few Sundays ago a clergyman from a distance officiated, as a special sermon in aid of a local charity w»s to be preached. The reverend gentleman had selected a hymn for the occasion, and when giving it out, also named the tune to -which he wished it to be sung. There was, how« ever, no response from the organ gallery, and, thinking the organist had not distinctly heard him, he again repeated the name of the tune. All oyea were directed toward the organ gallery, from which a "clicking," halfsmothered sound emanated. Presently the curtains were drawn aside, and a portly, redfaced person appeared, exclaiming, " It's no uso^ Zur, she won't go it ! I tell you she won't go it !" The reverend gentleman had not been informed that there was a barrelorgan in the church. "I once heard," says a writer mTruth, "the following refreshing remark from a irite of four years old. I had been compelled, having been injudiciously forestalled by a too zealous nurse, to explain to her the orthodox view of the ultimate fate of the wioked, and was watching rather nervously for some expression of incredulity or alarm, when, turning to the cradle where her baby brother slept, the child exclaimed, pointing to the infant, " That's a bad job for him!" A wolf who was taking a constitutional through the forest one day before breakfast came across a nice young kid, and preparad to make a meal of him. " Spare me," said the kid — " I'm such a little one I'll only make you feel hungrier than before," " I certainly regret that you aren't bigger," replied the wolf, with tears in his eyes, " but we cannot expect to get all we would like on this side of the grave. I must just get along as best I can with a light breakfast and early dinner." "Do let me off this time," cried the kid ; I'm a poor friendless orphan, and my aged parents have no other means of support but myself." " I resemble your aged parents," answered the wolf, looking round with a heavy sigh, " for I don't see that I have any means of support but yourself either." ""Then," continued the unhappy kid, " I'm a helpless stranger." " Quite so," interrupted the wolf, while a hospitable smile played around his expressive lips, " you are, and I will take you in. Welcome, little stranger !" And he took him in.