Year: 1878

The Buffalo Express says In one OF
the rural districts last. Sunday an able
and good hearted young clergyman
spoke feelingly of the departure from this
world of a distinguished senator of this
State. We are called upon to mourn
the loss of great and good man, he
said, one upon whom the fstes had con-
ferred to an unusual degree the attributes
belonging to the statesman and the lead
er IN good works. l need not say-your
eloquent handkerchiefs proclaim that
you are aware already-that 1 allude to
the Hon. John Morrissey.'


Why, see here = interrupted dea-
con OF thin and severe countenance, ris-
ing hastily. | beg pardon, sir, but
you've evidently got the wrong name.--
Mr.. Morrissey is dead, but he was dis :
tinguished prize fighter. Ysu probably
allude to >.


know what l am about said the
clergyman with gloomy and rigid
look ; and do not wish to be interrupt
ed. We will resume. In the death of
this noble man society has met with a
great loss. The Senatorial Chamber is
in state of mourning that is not the
semblance but the reality of grief. The
newspapers speak as one sheet Of the sur
passing virtues Of the man who has pass
ed away. The event has cast gloom
the like Of which has scarcely been
known since the departure to the un-
know land of Webster and Clay. But
it was not alone mere craftsmanship that
our lsmentsbe friend was remarkable
for. He was good. His purse was ever
open to the needy and unfortunate. The
lesson he had learned in his Sabbath
schools were not forgotten to his dying
day.


tell you,' spoke up :he wiry and
anxious deacon, in shril voice, you've
made mistake, dominic a gross mis-
take ! 1t isn't John Morrssey you mean
it is another corpse. Why, sir this
man was gambler, sir-a gambler =


If / am interrupted again. SAID the
young minister with a look Of excessive
annoyance not unmixed with anger
I shalt shall know the reason why =


He involuntarily closed his hands
around large and gerous-looking
candlestick. and intimated in q silent
though very expressive manner that he
had half a notion to throw it. Let us
go on. We left the man we mourn in
his first Sunday school-a little, ragged
child at the time, but greatly impressed
with the truths which were beginning to
force themselves to his active brain. He
grew rapidly, and before the ordinary
youth is out Of his short clothes he had
begun to be man Of the world. His


knowledge of human nature was i'm
mense, and he used it only to good ends


say he didn'tr exclaimed the in
dignart deacon, rising excitedly and
doubling up his hands as prize fighter
might. What are you talking about,
anyhow ? You've got the wrong man,
sir. You re praising up one of the most
unmitigated scamps that ever existed -
At the time you speak Of, sir, this Nor
rissey was going about like roaring IL
on, licking everybody he came across l
want you to hold on with your blasphe-
nous praises. | won't sit still and hear
'em.'


Who, SIR said the young preacher,
pushing his hair back and looking fierce,
who is doing this preaching, you or :?
insist that you shall be no further in
.erruphOns. If there are | shall not go
on. l. is excessively annoying. You
had better get paddock for your mouth,
sir--a paddock with three springs and a
combination. HIM we will return to
our lamented friend and fellow citizen
AS lawmaker there was probably no
man who could compare " it'll Mr.. Nor
rissey'


Thunder and Mars = shrieked the
deacon, 'wll you still persist in your
base error ? Are you crazy, Dominic?
He WAS a lawbreaker, not a lawmaker.
Look at his Saratoga gambling-hell.-
Consider the pool enactment, which he
took pleasure in fracturng. Look back
20 the horse races under his management.
Reflect upon his method Of securing votes.
He was bad tell you-all bad. You're
showering praises on the wrong man.
You're hitting the wrong OK. Why, you
absurd parson, you will drive the con
gregation mad


Heavens exclaimed the young minis
ter, beads of perspiration starting out on
his forehead, for two cents, you shame
less ignoramus, ibid punch your
bead. What do you mean ? You've
made mo lose the thread of my discourse.
| really cannot go on


He turned his eyes with look of hope
less despair toward the choir. Let us
have an end to this. Sing the fitty-fourth
hymn he said snappishly, and be
deuced quick about it. Another ten
minutes of this agony would kill me-


Amen said the thin faced deacon
with an expression of mingled wonder
and Indignation and all the rest of us.'



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