The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1879-04-15


The wisest nan we ever knew was q
Jew who remarked. 81 tell you vat it
ish, young man, 1 buys my egsberience
vresh ef'ry day."-B Baltimore Every
Saturday.
Full many a rose is born to blush
unseen and waste its sweetness on the
desert air." full many a pound of butter
that seem clean is but a hiding place
for yellow hair.
The Berlin Missionary Society has in
a territory of South Africa 1000 miles
long and 500 wide, forty-twom missionary
stations among seven nations speaking
seven distinct languages.
The telephone has been successfully
introduced into the Breckenridge street
Presbyterian Church at Buffalo, SO that
the pastor can address at once two con-
gregations two miles apart.
\ ChiIling-He clasped her tiny hand
in his; he vowed to shield her from the
worlds cold storms. She set her beaut-
eous eyes upon him, and with her rose
bud lips she said, "An umbrella will
do as WELL"
Her husband-"Every drop of bran'y
I drank paid duty, midear." "Well,
what of it?" said his wife, as she pull
ed off his boots. "Then, midear, amt
La (hic) dutyfull husband?" She on
cluded he was.
A witty girl made a stern, sober-faced
man laugh, whereupon her companion
said, "Don't, Nellie, don't; you are dis
turbing the grave"
Formed long ago, yet made to-day,
I'm most In use when others sleep;
What few would like to give away,
And none would ever like to keep-A bed.
cit is a standing rule of our church,"
said one clergyman to another, ''for the
sexton to wake up any man that he may
see asleep" II think, returned the
other, ''that it would be much better
for the sexton when a man goes to sleep
under your preaching, to wake you upl"
A little girl where a minister had been
invited to dinner was privately placed
on her good behavior. Finding a lull
in the conversation at the tea table,
she folded her hands and said, 80 God,
please pass the BUTTER
There's one thing, that you must shun
II you would win your suit:
We know. for we'veibeen there ourselves,
It's the old mans boot.
A colored child had a fall from a Sec
ond story window, the other day, and
his mother, in relating the incident at
a grocery store, said. "Dere dat child
was coming down feet fust, wild every
chance of being killed, when de Lawd,
He turned him over, de chile struck on
his head, and dere wasn't so much as a
button flew off,"
Lord Teigmouth relates that his tutor,
the Rev. Mr., Terrain, was one day
preaching, when he was disturbed by
snoring. He more than ace appealed
to the supposed sleeper, and at length
peremptorily intimated that, unless the
good man or woman to whom he at
tributed the interruption we're awaken
ed, he must discontinue his sermon.
"Sir," exclaimed a man from a remote
part of the church, sits a how'll"
There is a story told of a patriotic
Russian which shows how far the wor-
ship of the powers that be can go. He
was boasting in the presence of an Eng
lishman of the excellence Of the car.
He proved beyond a doubt that he
possessed more gifts and virtues than
all the other crowned heads of Europa
put together. The Englishman natural
ly rebelled, and at last, in tones, of
superb saccasm, said: swell, my friend,
you will at least acknowledge that the
car is not equal to the Almighty"
The Russian, unwilling even to admit
that, replied evasively: perhaps not;
but you know the car is young yet"
In a leading church in the diocese of
Huron, Canada West, there has lately
been some difficulty in obtaining suf-
fcient supply of gas, through a defect
in the main, or other cause. The man.
ager at the gas-works sent a boy to the
church with instructions to see the SEX
ton and ascertain whether they were
getting enough light. The boy arrived
there after-se.yice had commenced, and
not seeing the sexton, walked boldly up
the aisle and accosted the rector, who
was reading the service, and asked, in
a frank and perfectly audible tone:
"Say, boss. how are ye off for gasp
The answer was not heard, but there
were reasons why most of the congreg-
alton INDUCED in a smile.
Talmage tells a funny story on him.
self, this wise: 'In the second sermon
1 ever preached from the text, "a mess
of pottage," l got it GA pot of mess
age" and the worst of it was that ]
kept repeating the blunder all through
the ermon to the intense amusement
of the congregation, and some impair
ment, Ifear, Of the lesson of the discourse.
The devil seemed to be on my tongue,
and I read the text wrong inspite OF
myself, almost every time. I grew hot
asa furnace; my face was like a beet
and when l came to that awful text 1
would make a great pause, fix my lips
right. and then. to my intense mortific.