Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1867-08-28
A Good Illustration.


Our Copperhead contemporary, the
Trenton american, propounds the follow
ing;
"Question to be debated at the next
meeting of the Exclusives of the Loyal
League: Can man dying in the Demo.
cratic faith, with all the prerequisites of
Christian, go to heaven?" There are a
very large number of people who don't
believe he can. The debate will be an
animated one, although, like the handle of
a jug, all on one side. Who will take
the affirmative 2"
Why, we will, and sustain it by rela-
ting Boston story, which is precisely in
point Many years since there lived in
the not over-classic neighborhood of Dock
Square, an old fellow who was called by
the boys Gen. H. He kept "gn
mill" and "prop shop" and was, alto
gether, what is known as hard case.
One morning lie addressed the crowd of
loungers thus:
"Boys, | had queer dream last night
"a most 'stornary dream-fact."
"Well, General, what was it? What
did you dream?"
"Wah, boys, | dreamed died."
"No! did you? WE'LL" said all the
crowd in breath, "where did you 60
to-"
Went to Heaven"
"Oh, come, now, General, that is lit
tie too much, you know-couldn't be,
you know"
Fact, boys, for all that went to
Heaven"
"But how did you get ir, General 2"
"Well, that's the queer part on it, and
III tell you how. You see, when got
over there, | made my way up to gate,
and knocked and asked what place that
was, and somebody looked over the wall
and asked me what wanted, and said |
wanted to come inside. Then he said he
was st. Peter, and that was the gate of
Heaven, and told him that was just
where wanted to get to. He asked me
some questions, and was just goin' to let
me in, when, just my tarnal luck, along
come the devil, and he hollered out to
Peter that belonged to him, and hadn't
any business inside. Of course | couldn't
say nothing, but | felt awful scary. Well,
right away, Peter he come outside, and
says he: "Satan, what claim have you
got on that SOUL" "Why," says the
devil, che is my man; he's been selling
rum and shaking props down in Boston
more than twenty years. 81 admit that"
says Peter, "but didn't he always sell
good liquor?" "Well, yes, pm bound
to admit he did," said Satan. aDid he
ever cheat at prop shaking?" Not that
| can prove" "WelI, then," says the
saint, "you can't have him on that" /
begun to feel better, boys, when the devil
says he, "But this fellow sold rum on
Sundays" Peter looked sharp ut me,
and asked me if that was so. darent
lie, so said, Yes, but always paid the
largest subscription Of any man in the
parish to the minister's salary !' Well"
says Peter to Satan, "that alters the case
again, you see." With that the devil got
little riled, and says he: F." | can't bother
here all day about him-suppose we rattle
for him." "Agreed," says Peter, and
they threw me down and sot on me, and
Satan got the first throw, and he threw
three skies! Oh, didn't feel myself
goner when felt him wriggle his tail;
for he thought, and knew, that three
skies couldn't be beat, and says he: "Pe-
ter, I've got him." "Hold on" says he,
81 haven't had my throw yet" And he
took the box, and shook and shook, al
though couldn't see the use on it, and as
I'm livin' sinner yet he threw two SKIES
and a seven! The devil jumped up quick,
and putting off, says he: "Peter, it amt
no sort of use-if you are going to come
them miricles on me- you can have him !''
So you sec boys, did get-in, but it took
a miracle to DO it!"