The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1850-08-07
From Holdon,, Mnrnline.


w Goou anecdotes
a small temperance society had been star
ted in a community very much under the
control ofa rich distIller commonly called
"Bill Myers. This man had several sons
who had become drunkards on the facilities
Afforded by their education at home. The
whole family was arrAyed against the move
meni, and threatened 10 break up any meet.
ing called TO promote The obiect.-Learning
ihlS, Mr.. Hanl went 10 neghboring district
Tor temperance volunteers for that particular
occasion. lie then gave out word for meet
ing, aud at the time found his friends and
enimies about equal in MURDERS This fact
prevented any outbreak, but could not prc,
ven. nose.
Mr.. Hunt mounted his platform. and by n
few sharp anecdotes and witty sayings, soon
silenced all noise except the sturdy "BHl
Myers" Tho old dutchman kept CRYING ont
|" MIsther Hunt, money makes the mare 90"
TO every shot which seemed ready to de.
molish him, the old gentleman presented tho
one shield, "AlislheE Hunt, money makes
the mare go.'
AT last Mr.. Hunt stopped and addressed
the impcuurable German. Look hero.
Bill Myers, you say that money makes tho
marc go, doyouf"
"Yes, dat is Just what say, Mislhcr
Hunt
swell. Bill Myers, you own and work n
distillery, don't your" inquired Mr.. Hunt.
."Dat ish none of your business Misher
Hunt. But den, ish not ashamed Of il.
has got still and work It too.
"And you say Money makes the mare ge;
do you mean by that that have come heEc
to get the money of the people2"
"Ies Mslher Hunt, dat is just what
mean"
"Very well; you work dsitlery to make
money, and lecture on temperance to mako,
money, and as you say money makes the
mare GO Bill Myers, bring out your mare, aE,l
III bring out mlne, and we'll show them to-
&C ther.n
BY this time The whole assembly was in
tittef of delight, Myers followers could not
rcpross their meriment at the evident EN-.
barassment Of their oracle. in the mean.
time we must premise that Mr. Hunt knew
a lage number Of the drunkards present, aud
among them the sons Of Myers himself.
"BiIl Myers, who is that ho' ding himself
up by that tree? inquired Mr., Hunt, ponlin.
to young man so drunk thai he could not
stand alone.
The old man started as fstung by m adj.
der, but was obliged to reply; "Dat ish my
syn Nr. Hum, bul wha, of dat?"
'Good deal of that, Bill Myers, fo1 guess
that son has been riding your mare, ard got
thrown too"
Here there was perfect uproar from all
parts OF the Assembly, and as soon as order
was restored, Mr.. Hunt proceeded, as he,
pointed 10 another son:
Obi Myers. who is that staggering about
as i! his legs were as weak as potato vines
after frosl?'
"Wcll, suppose dat ish my son, toe" re-,
piled the old man, with crest fallen look
"lIe has been riding your mare, too and
got tumble"
AT This point tho old max put up 10Th,
hands in most imploring manner. and ex,
claimed "Now Msther Hunt, if you won't
say any more, / will Je SILL"
This announcement was received with n
roar Of applause and laughter, and from that
monet Mr.. Hunt bad all the ground 20 him
self.
The next is from ''The Conutry in
Chunks.
Paddy, attending "Brod'brim convention
for the first time, was much aslonished md
puzzled @ihal al the manner of worship.
Having been told that the "bre;hern spake
even as they were moved by The Spirit,'' he.
watched the proceedings with increasing dis.
gust for their shay then way ov worship, till
one young Quaker rose and commenced soil.
emnly:
"Brethern, have marned"-
"'The divil you hev!" interrupted Pat
Quaker sat down in confusion, but The Spirit
moving Pat no further, the young man mus,
tered courage and broke ground again.
"Brelhern have married a daughter of
the Lord"
"The div'l you have tba'!n syid Pat .'but
..it'Il be long, long while lelore ryc'Il see
your father in. law"