Judge — April 12, 1884 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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LECAUSE THe SHERIF 1S inpic red 608 THERE “GREAT HEAVENS! WIAT TIS COUNTRY COMING TO, WHEN THE SHERIPF IS INDICTED! My Sunday Class. Iwas persuaded a short time ago to take charge of a number of dear little boys and girls of our church who had newly for them: a known in th bath. Dewdrops of L consider my church work to be above all worldly things, and I am sure there one more than my serve the Master; but I must confess to a re- Inctance to assume charge of this particular branch of His work, owing to the extreme backwardness of the cause among the mem- bers of my new class, and it was on the nt solicitation only of my dear pastor at I consented to take the little ones in hand, There were ten children in the class—five boys and fiv and they had been culled from the er 1 ve- nience in han¢ heir various eccentrici- ties, which were all on the side of evil. Our pastor asstrred_me that he had every confi- dence in my ability to control the children and lead them up in the way of the Lord, and would see to it that I was supported in all T undertoc I was rather doubtful of my powers and , however, par- ticularly when many worthy ladies of the church, of whose ability I ds abundant proof, were very decided in their refusals to assume control; aid, I consider church duty first foremost, and so I took the ‘The first intendent myc of introducin, There was quite children, which cea approach, wh no and abbath, Mr. Shaver, the super- escorted me to the corner where ge W , for the purpose hubbub das if by x their new teacher, 1 and girls,” Shaver, ** asure in introducing to you Miss Brown, your future instructor, and 1 trust you will give her all your attention. I know you will be good and try to please her.” There was a chorus of promises of splen- did behavior and supernatural goodness, and I felt quite relieved. “Now, children,” said I, as I took my place in the midst of them, “you must not to ask me any questions about | ill talk about in connection with Twant you all to try hard ar all you ean, and you will ple much, W ourname, litth ed the one I ad- child, with hair short, stubby nos ed,‘ my name \ this is Susie Stubbs; this is ymmy Dinklemeyer, Hunky thush, child,” I inierrupte my breath quite away. You must not for others. What is your name, ‘you “Hunky? Surely that is not you “Hunky Smith, I tell ver, enuff name, ain't) it? want?” rname?” ‘That's a good What more do you me ain't Hunky, it’s Henry. Pilla Amarynthy Smith, I'm his denly interrupted a little tot in ringham. ‘Ain't you ashamed of nky. I'll tell mother when I git My name ve po yer home. “Hush, children; you must not quarrel. i y Hunky any more. You all must learn to be polite and refined with onc another. Now we will see what the lesson is for to-c David “What's your name, missus?” said a very gruff-spoken lad in striped shorts, who hai not spoken hitherto. ** Bless me enough you my nam adjusted my Brown, y much, h, what a name,” snickered little Smith, with a grin and a nudge Pinalap Brown, other teacher's name was Torgeanny. named my doll after he: “Now, children, pay attention. King David, as you all know, was a great and go man, who lived ever “Tow long, Pinalup’? ing eagerly over my shoulder. “You imust not speak so disrespectfully, Matilda. Say Miss Brown, when you wish les. My name is Pen- I hope you will love me David lived and died before your Henry, | since my reproof; *t ler, Why, my old man was the fast one in nis old echureh what said rubberries that, an? year ‘Tommy Dinklemever—I goin’ fishin’ ‘safterinoon?” “Henry Sai with mortified so again to me. if you "Sen me, with an eye on Ul never do um agai we was to have noth, fav hoin “Can you te was the | of Iavid ** Nico amy Dinkle- meyer; . wasn't David the bloke ‘w de the serpent apples out o° old Adam Heav Ss 5 50. y so, Shut y “Oh, look a Smith. ¢ je drinks? Miss Pinalup’ It’s gittin don’t you awful “red ‘Tilda ink "TL cried in des- ly pay attention, pout the | i it, yelled Henr * the the bell. ut—whitl and away he flew helter-skelter through the followed by the whole class. “Be sure and come carly next Sunday, | children,” I called after them, but I afraid they heard it not. “Can't do am PENELOPE BROWN, Mr. Irving Tells a Good Story. | Tue queen, as he who wishes may read. | often 1 visits both of pleastire and policy to her estates in Scotland, being at | such’ times more than heartily welcomed bs canny Scots, who, almost without exception, and endorse all that On one oceasion, shortly after a visit to tle in the outskirts of Balmoral aptness) Mr, Irving, who was trav. h the country, met an old n with whom ‘he spoke of her y. tie queen's *<T anpposo ah are things T canna be + What do ye the queen h ql k on Soon- an thing to do!” Bible tells us—”” interrupted ince I wa I kn wit you know the Knaw,” she “De read the Bib | 1 knaw ev'ry word i Sunday fishing and a’ the other things the ther things the good Lord did, but I wart to know, too, that I don’t think any the | more, e’en of Him, for adoin’ it.” We have just been ndying whether it is | better to have something constantly on. the mind, or have the mind constantly on some- thing. —Aentucky Slate Journal. comicbooks.com