Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1850-09-06
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a GOOD ANECDOTE.


Holders Magazine for August contains
the following, and many other good things.
Our first extract isfrom a sketch of Rev. T.
2. Hunt, famous south and west as a tenn
perance lecturer.
Asman temperance society had been star
ted In a community very much under the
control of a 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
ment, and threatened to break up any meet
ing called to promote the object. Learning
this, Mr.. Hunt went to a neighboring dis
trict for temperance volunteers for that par
~ticnlar occasion. He then gave out word
for d meeting, and at the fixed time found
his friends and enemies about equal in num-
hers. This fact prevented any outbreak,
but could not prevent noise.
Mr.. Hunt mounted his platform, and by
a few sharp anecdotes and witty sayings, soon
silenced I'll noise except the sturdy Bill
Myers The old Dutchman crying out,
" Mshter Hunt. money makesth the mare CO..
To every shot which seemed ready to de-
molish him, the old fellow presented the one
shield. Mishter Hunt, money makes the
mare 60.
At last Mr.. Hunt stopped ead addressed
the imperturbable German. Look here,
Bill Myers, you say that money makes the
mare 60, do you'll"
9 Yes, dat IS Just what | say, Mr.. Hunt
Well. Bill Myers. you own and work a
distillery, don't you 2 inquired Mr.. Hunt.
Dat ISL none your bishness, Mr.. Hunt.
But den I ISL not ashamed Of it. Ihas got
a still, and work ittoo.n
And you say, money makes the marc
goo do you mean by that, that / have come
here to get the money of these peopleg Z"
Yes, Mishter Hunt. dat is just what ]
mean"
Very well, you work a distiliery to make
money as you say Money makes the mar.
CO. Bill Myers, bring out your mare, ant
I'll bring out mine, and we'll show them to
gether.
By this time the whole assembly was in
litter Of delight, and even Myers follower
: could not repress their merriment at the evi
dent embarrassment of their oracle. In th
mean time We must premise that Mr.. Hun
knew a large number Of the drunkards pref
ent, and among them the sons Of Myers him
self.
Bill Myers, who is that holding himsel
up by that tree p inquired Mr.. Hunt, point
ing to a Young man so drunk that he could nj
stand alone.
7 The old man started as if stung by an az
der, but was obIigedt to reply: " Dat ISL m
: son; but what Of dat, Mislter Hunt ~
: GOOD deal Of that. Bill Myers, for
guess that son has been riding your mar
and got Mrob1n, too
Here there was a perfect uprear from a
& parts Of the assembly, and as soon as ord'
= was restored. Mr.. Hunt proceeded, as
I, pointed to another son,
= Bill Myers, who is that staggering abol
Il as # his legs were as weak as potatoe vim
after frost =
:. well / suppose dat ish my son too,
q replied the old man with a crest-fallen loo
10 he has been riding your mare, too, al
e got a tulnble Y
At this point the old man put up DO
hands in senst imploring manner, and 9
claimed Now, Mishter Hunt, if you wor
. say any more, I'll be still.'
This announcement was received with
h roar Of applause and laughter, and from th
= moment Mr.. Hunt had all the ground
himself.
nd The British Empire, sir, 2 exclaimed
cd John Bull to a Jonathan, is n on viii
nd the sun never sets" And one,'' repli
ed Jonathan Il IN which the tav-oatberer nov