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4 Fiddle or a Violin!

the Editors Drawer OF Harper's Maga.
zine:
Half century ago or less. the pious,
but sometimes faceiious DIR. Pond, dwelt
in the quiet and out.of-the way village of
4. in the Sta.c of steady habits.
The doctors ideas were liberal. much
more go than many of his congregation
approved; nevertheless. he kept on the
even tenor Of his way. and disregarded the
prejudices Of some of his people. He had
a son named Enoch, who a all early age
manifested a remarkable talent for music.
which the father cherished and cultivated
with care. In the same village, resided
an antiquated maiden lady. who. having
no cares Of her own to occupy her time
and attention, magnHnimously devoted
herself to those of her neigh5ors. One
morning she called at the doctors, and re
room where she was seated, he perceived
al glance that something was amiss. aud
beloIe he had time to extend 20 her the
usual 'How-G'ye do she began:
i should think, Doctor Pond. that
man of your age and profession might
have had something better to do, when
you were in New London last week than
20 buy Enoch a fiddle; all the people are
ashamed that our minister should bay his
son u fiddle. a Gddle, On. dear! what
is the world coming to when ministers
will do such ihiugs!'
who told you had bought Enoch
fiddler inquired the Doctor.
who told me! Why. every body says
SO. and some people have heard him play
on it they passed the door. But aint
i. true, DJctor?
Il bought Enoch a violin when went
TO New London.
a violin. what's :hat7'
Did you never see on,?'
Never.
'Enoch.' said the Doctor, stepping TO
the door. bring your violin here
Enoch o5eyed the command. bu, no
sooner had he entered with his inslru-
ment. than the lady exclaimed
La! now. there; why it is fiddle'
DO not judge rashly. said the Doctor,
giving his son a wink; wait un!il you
hear it,
Taking the hint. Enoch played Old
Hundred. The lady was completely mys.
tilted; it looked like fiddle. but then
" no had ever heard Old Hundred played
on fiddle! /, could not be. So. rising
TO depart. she exclaimed. Il am glad
came in to satisfy myself. La mr; just
to think how people will liel'
The following, also. comes from the
same source.
He is perhaps q foolish man who can
no: afford 10 laugh at grotcsque or fool
ish thing Sometimes one feels almost
ashamed 10 be amused by trife which
bear; upon lis face sn air of inau,hentic
ity; bu, following this rule. who would
ever have enjoyed Gulliv,r's Travels
work so often quoted in defense of geo
graphical statements and psychological
Developments Let such doubters skip
the following:
a sole mn looking fellow. with a GER
tain air Of dry hnnor about the corners
OF lis rather sanc,imonious mouth. step
ped quietly. one day. into tailoring es
enlistment Of Call aud Tut,le.' Boston
and quietly remarked 10 the clerk in at
tendance.
| want TO futile
''Whal do you mean. Sir!'
'WeE, | wan; TO TUTTLE: noticed the
invitation over your door. so called; and
now | would like 10 tuitlc.'
He was ordered TO leave the esia bIish-
ment, which he did with look of angry
wonder. grumbling to himself.
''ll they don't UGnt strangers to call
and futile. what do they put up sign
for, asking 'em to do ii!''