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Western Star, Issue 932, 21 March 1885, Page 2 (Supplement)

At a recent Sunday school meeting in Ciiitago a long-winded clergyman consumed too much of the time with a wordy address. When he sat dawn, the leader of the meeting, unwittingly, announced the hymn beginning, “ Hallelujah 1 'tis done 1” With pardonable pride, a lady displayed a very ancient piece of house linen to her servant, saying, as she held it up for inspection, “L>ofc, Bridget, at this table-cloth; it has been in our family for over two hundrei years.” Bridget eyed the article in question carefully, and then, stepping close up to her mistress, remarked in a most oonfilentaltoue, “ Shure, never mind, Mrs Arthurs, dear. If you Just tape quiet about it, aud don’t let on to anybody, who would know but what it was brought bran’ new out of the shop ?" A minister of the Gospel who cnce journeyed on horseback through Virginia in the ante-bellum days tells this story Overtaking an old negro on the road, and feeling in the mood for u chat with the old man, he slowed his horse to keep pace with him, when the following dialogue ensued: —“ Do you live about here ?” " Yes, massa. I belongs to Colonel H—. Ho lib ’bout two miles from yer” “Itis a beautiful country. Are the people about hero religious ?” “ Yes, massa; dey is a powerful sight of ’ligions ’bout yer. Dere is Baptisaess, Mefodesses, Praaby teriums, and some Quaker*.” •« Well, what religion did you ohooie ?” “ Ob, laws, massa, 1 ain’t no ’Jijjion atall—X’pejeit ok ’Piscogal,”