HOW THE CONGREGATION PERISHED.

Wairarapa Standard, Volume XX, Issue 2017, 14 January 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)

HOW THE CONGREGATION PERISHED.

“ They tell me you have a long-winded divine in your pulpit now.” “Indeedwe have, eir. A gentleman of the cloth that lost hie last sit by his overlongevity of speech.” " You don’t say so? How was that ?” “ Well, you see, he had wagered with an old sport in his vestry that he couldn’t preach three hours on a stretch, and, sir, be went at it and laterally talked the railing lofl the eb ?“ oeI 1 - . He was getting on finely, when suddenly he turned pale and came to a dead nail—

“ Had his time expired ?’’ “ No, but his congregation had." When He was Little.

At nightfall, hy i/ic firelight: cheer, My liulc Margaret sits me near, And begs me tell of things that were When I was little just like her. Ah little Ups you touch the spring Of sweetest rail remembering ; Ami hearth and heart flash all aglow IVnh rudy tints of long ago. 1 at my father's fireside sit. Youngest o£ aR who circle it, And beg him tell me what did he hVh.cn he was little, just like me. —Ltrwtll Nnv Mem, MA