The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1855-08-16
Sharn Practice-.-A Model Book Pedler.

= Christ to-day, Mister 2 said determed
looking Yankee book pedler, who yester-
day entered our sanctum, with a gutta,
percha traveling-bag in his hand, and a
rather powerful odor of whiskey on his
breath.
No, not to-day was our bland reply.
Were rather too busy to speculate in
theological literature at present.
Better look at the book, anyhow hedn't
yel chuck full of pictures; Sarmon on the
Mounts done up first rate. Reg'lar Jam
up book, that is; writ the hull ont my
self-did by thunder?' p
No, we've an abundant supply of works
on divinity.
But, stranger, this airs suthing new
'Ne rather guess that the Bible and
Josephus contain about the gist of your
compilation, don't they!'
! Jo-se-phus who in thunder's he !?
No, stranger, yeou're out thar. I tell
yeou there's things in this ere book that'll
bring yeou right cut Of the gall OF bitter.
ness and the bonds of iniquity. There's
things in that book that Jesephus never
heard tell on
It was no use, however; we declined
purchasing, and the Yankee at length
bowed himself out
A moment afterwards he re-appeared.
Say, Mister; mought yeou know Mr..
P, next door!'
We intimated that such was the fact.
well, kin yeou tell me what religion
he belongs tew? Some say he's Meth
odist, some calls him a Sweedenborgian,
and another feller says he bankers arter
the Mornons. I'd like tew know what
he rally does belong tew.'
why do you Inquirer we asked.
wall, I don't mind telling yeou. Yeou
see, I ginerally find eout what church a
man belongs tew, before I try to sell him
book, because, then, I always let on
that I belong to the same church, and that
ginerally takes, that does. If I know
what church a man jines with, 1 never
miss fire selling under them circuwstan-
ces.'
We'll, did you M axe inquiries concern
ing our religious tenest!'
Stranger, did you can bet high on
it.
Not very successfully, it would appear;
for you haven't sold us book
Wall, no; but eff you kin tell me what
church Mr.. P. belongs tew, it'll dew just
as WELL
You can't sell him book. It's no use
making the effort
stranger, I'll bet you hat on it,
|, well, Mr.. Pts Swedenborgian. Now,
try him.
About an hour afterwards, we entered
P.'s store. He was walking up and down,
using language rather more emphatic
than ordinary custom requires, not ap-
parently addressed to any person in par
ticular.
What's the matter Pr We inquired.
why, a chap came in here TO sell the
Life of Christ'-said he was cousin of
Professor Bush, the Swedenborgian divine,
and Swedenborgian himself Said he'd
just sold my brother Dick copy, and
that Dick sent him to me-
And so you bought one?'
yes. and Dick was here just now, and
says he never saw the man. He's con-
founded rascal, the book amt worth
cent
When P. went home that night, the
first object that met his eye, was the Life
of Chsist, lying on the table.
My dear, said the lady, that's very
trash affair you sent home. [ don't like
it all. It's anything but orthodox ops
wife is a strict Babtist)
! You don't mean to say you've been
buying one too, said P. producing his
own copy.
why, person called here to-day, say
ing be was a member Of the---th
Street Babtist Church; that you sent the
book as a compliment to me, and so l
paid three dollars for 1t p
/ P. Stayed to hear no more; he rushed
out, and the last we saw of him he was
iDquiring for tall pedler, with dust col
ored hair and striped breeches.
| Book pedlers will do well to avoid Mr..
P, in their peregrinations, as he has VOW
ed to immediate the first one that darkens
, bis door.-N Y. Suaday Courier.