Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1883-01-25
Lost Their Breakfast.

a departure from the synod Of Cleis-
maclaver, while on their way to the
annual meeting Of the general assem-
bly,, had started BY coach at an early
hour and had to travel some twenty
miles before they reached the inn
where breakfast was prepared for
them. TIE keen air of our northern
hills sharpens the appetite, and when
the brethren drove up to the inn they
were almost famished with hun ger.
Now, gentlemen, just ten minutes
for breakfast" said tie coachman, as
he entered the landlady's snug parlor
to have his own. Ten minutesl The
time was short, SO they mist make the
most Of it. They rushed into the
room where breakfast was spread,
and there, basking his ample person
before the fire, stood a portly gentle
man, dressed somewhat Ikea dignitary
of the Church Of England. Their Lpe-
tite was keener than their curiosity, so
they scarcely looked at the stranger,
but concentrated all their attention on
the yiands. Half way in tie air. before
the morsel had reached their lips, their
hands were arrested by q sudden cry Of
"Stopw 1t was the supposed Dean of
Ripon. "Good heavens, 7ntlemen r
he exclaimed, have you sofar forgot
ten your sacred profession as to partake
Of food without invoking blessing?'
The brethren looked like schoolboys
detected in some fagrant fault but
before they had time to demonstrate
or explain the same voice explained in
tone which forced obedience '.Let
US pray" They instinctively sprang
to their feet and assumed an attitude
Of decorous devotion, while the stran-
ger offered up a prayer which they
themselves admitted was superior in
unction and expression to those Of DR.
ID. himself He had only one fault
he did not know when to stop. The
minutes rolled rapidly away, but the
stream Of fervent supplication flowed
on without break. They had a ter
ribIe struggle, the brethren had, as
they closed one eye in devotion and
ogled the sayorv yiands with the
other; but whenever q hand approached
the table it drew back before the stern
glance Of the stranger. which seemed
to comprehend them all. The suffer
ings Of Tantalus were nothing to
the sufferings of the deputation from
the synod Of Cleismaclayer; but al
things must come to an end. Time
is up, gentlemen r said the coachman,
opening the door and wiping his mouth
with the air Of a man who has en-
joyed his breakfast. The appearance
Of the coachman and the sound Of lis
familiar voice broke the spell but
there was no time to be lost; the
horses were shaking their heads and
paving the ground in theirimpatience
to start so they had to take their
seats and to turn breakfast and dinner
into one. "Was that the Bishop Of
D-?" said one Of the famished
brethren. "That the Bishop Of Dr.
said the coachman, contemptuously
..why, that was Lord P. the maddest
wag in all the kingdom. Goldgn
Rule.
A South End woman received tele-
gram, and her face b.anched and her
hand trembled as she held the un-
opened envelope before her. Giving
it to her daughter, she said. Z Read IT. ("
The girl obeyed. "Papa has rroken
his leg and gone to the hospital, !. she
said. The mothers face Frightened.
" Thank heaven il is no worsas she
said; ! feared 10 might be gong
to bring somebody % dinnerN' -7s;ostqn