The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1871-11-11
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A western paper tells q capital stdfy
of a deaf gehtleman's mistake. It,seemA
that In the procession That followed good
Deacon Jones to the grave, last summer,
the Rev. Mr. Sampler, .sthe new efefssssys;
inen Of East Town, found himself iaitilss
same carriage with an elderly man Wham
he had never before met. They rodeinsf
grave silence for few moments, when
the clergyman Z endeavored TO- improve
the occasion BY serious conversation. M
''This is a solemn duty in which We,
are engaged, my friend, he said.1 Ina
vHessI what do You You say, sir Il. .ths,.
old man returned. "Can,t you spesE
londerl I'm hard Of heaariirn, ,. p i-an
r 81 was remarking," shouted the cler
gyman, athat this is solemn road Me
ARE travelling, aud East Town does 20.
ahead of all creation for i'd, : ~
The young clergyman looked blank at5
the unexpected turn given to this rerr
mark; but quickly recovering hiEselsf
and raising his voice to its highest piteh,T
he resumed the conversatiop. u
gOur friend has done with al, TN,
disaomforts Of EARTH" he said solemnly ly.,T
"a small spot Of ground win soon cover :,
his poorlsenseless clay"42 ~ Ne
"Did you say clap sir7" SIZED. Iii, = 4
old man, eagerly ssTin't nigh 30 good =,
to cover sand With as meeder loam. Ser
l 10! Mr.. Brewer, last towh-msetin' day, y
''It you'd cart on few dozen loads, and !;
there's acres oe it on the, river Bhnfsf J" !,
sez I, ''you'd make as pretty piece Of. !,
road as there is in Hartforn loInty.D /,
But we are slow folks in East Town,
SIR"
It was, perhaps, fUrcuuatq, fbr tlis
clergyman ut that moment that tho !
smell of icw-made hay from ~ neigh
boring field suggested fresh. train, Of !.
thought. -, 81. =
"Look," Oaid he, with graceful wave !,
of the hand, ''what an emblem of the
brevity of human life GAS the grass
of the field SO man fourisheth, and to-mor- !.
row he is cut down. =.
II doa't calculate to cut mine till !.
next week. said his companion. You;
mustn't cut grass too early; and then,
again, you mustn't cut it too late" -.
.'My friend, shfieked the clergyman, i,
in a last desperate attempt to make him-
self understood, 'this is no place for
vain conversation. We are approaching
the narrow house appointed for all the
| living"
They were entering the graveyard,
but the old man stretched his neck =
from the carriage window in the oppo. e
site direction. ,e-,,e., re .a5,iz 4
"Do you mean Squire Hubbardis sssF q
yonder2 'Tis rather narreE They
build all them now-fangsa houses that
way, nowadays To my mind they {.
amt nigh so handsome nor SO handy as
the old-fashioned square ones with
broad entry rupnin' clear through to
the back door. Well, this is the get
ting out-place, ain't it? Much obleeged
to ye, parson, for your entertaining rs;,
marks"
The lastjoke at the expense Of tho.
French Society for the Protector. ss ss
Animals is to tn" following efeet:; "A
countryman, arm I'd with an immense
club, presents himself before the presi-s
dent OF the society and claims the first.
prize. He is asked to describe the act
of humanity on. ll,e fcnnds his ooiiaitii.. 81 iittii.
II saved the life of wolf," replied ths'
countryman. 81 might easily have
killed him with this bludgeon;" and he
swings shis weapon in the air, to-
the intense discomfort of the president.
"But whore was the wolff" impaired tkos
atter; "what had he done to your" He
had just devoured my wife, is tho reply.
The president raccts an instant and then.
says: "My friend, / am of the opinion.
that you have been sufficiently rewar--
ded." as
Having exhausted the col Hest Mason''
brsiness' the papers have begun on tho
oldest Methodist. At present she il,
"Mother WinsloS," of Cazton, aqad,