Judge — January 9, 1886 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. THE DARLING OF THE FLOCK. He was a meck young minister, He lived up to theeloth; And as he wished to curb the flesh, He fed on bread and broth; And as for beer, knew not enough ‘To blow away the froth But yet, with all his gedtiuess, He did not seem to thrive; The | s did not take to him, Nor goto him te While the bad And said: sb his wic alive?” 1p humble, yet he le with his fat The To li he felt he was as e world sidered And he wondered why the ladies frowned clibate xd as some reat On a nice youn And all the while were creat and small; ing up Churches t But in spite of all He never got a call For the congregation For pa loquence sent elsewhere Hall ‘Thus wagged the world, till one wet night A wild ring at the bell Awoke the sad young minister, Who hurried from his cell. A woman was sick unto death, And had some sins to tell. ‘Then straightway went he through the storm— He had no fu And he was dripping to the skin Before he got inside; But the glow of # big blazing hearth Soon cheered the heavenly guide. ds to rid ‘The penitent, propped up in bed, Was ce and fair to se And, the trappings of the cham! A dame of high degree, So he meckly made a pious bow, And went down on his knee or proved, Tt was not long before his clethes Steamed in the beated air; Seeing which, the lady for bis health pressed a kindly fear; So he blusbingly remov And huu his coat on acl And then he tried with many a prayer Her terrors to disarm; You're Coming Out. hosprae You're coming out, sweet seventeen, In fluff of lace and silken sheen, What conquests you will make night! How many manly hearts delight As you sweep by Last season's belle wit! envy Will vent on you her fier spleen, But let that not your heart affright, You're ce ping out! ‘Too soon will baser thoughts demean That tender beart that 18 seren Those violet eyes grow coldly bri Sodream your dream, and have While happiness is yours to gleant You're coming out! | ‘new process” bread anil a winter radish,” in vour sh Little Johnn take me fishit aused him new alarm; So, ise her uy) He put his shirt-sl nund her waist arm, Ere he had time t The door was And an angry man with blood in his eye all for help rened wide Dashed in with terrible st And he never let up on the minister Until he was kicked outside. Next day the story was in print, And far and wide it spread: And the min with rage Atall the lies he read. For the papers saidl a jealous inan Found him in his wife's bed. But then a wonder came to pass— We minister we For the leading people in the town ame flocking to bis aid. pd they said U © the future be Need never be afraid And men who never deigned to pod Or speak to him before As though » ame th While the we Of Mowers quite a store icken by a sense of wrong, to his de vand their daughters sent ‘Then every individual chureh That Sent a female dele T And they offered If he would « ud sneered a mos wtion him in his we And the manager Throughont the ¢ Were content t If he would r public ha tire state eral terms ve him Ii ake a date While a pious maiden lady died, And left him her « As the Bible says the laborer Is worthy of his hire Of course he chose the richest chureh, Thou 1 hig And now he every Sunday talks Of a fall of brimstone fire Ly he Lopes to rise ni JAMES 4. o'CONVELLL He Cornered Him. (to Merrit) —** Won't you with you some ‘eid Cora told ma fishing Such Stuff as Dreams are Made of. What w you talking about all night » asked Mrs. Shufflebottom of her husband the other morning. was again I found food for reflection last night,” wer. the lecture?” + I got home.” at those mince pies Wher ‘0, down stair ay, have you t you old —? No, my dear; I only took slice of your comicbooks.com