. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . we laugh at is but one phase of an awful fact, adreadful reality. To be sure we laugh. One poor fellow fell down a flightof thirty or forty IM stairs in Erie, Penn-sylvania, and whena man came to helphim up, he said: Goaway: 1 dont wantany help: that shthe way I aliuscome down stairs. The Bishop of Rhode Islandtold me that once he saw aman whom he had known yearsbefore, very drunk by the side of the road. He went to him and said: My poor am really sorry for you, and went away. By and by heheard the man call. Bishop, Bishop! So
. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . we laugh at is but one phase of an awful fact, adreadful reality. To be sure we laugh. One poor fellow fell down a flightof thirty or forty IM stairs in Erie, Penn-sylvania, and whena man came to helphim up, he said: Goaway: 1 dont wantany help: that shthe way I aliuscome down stairs. The Bishop of Rhode Islandtold me that once he saw aman whom he had known yearsbefore, very drunk by the side of the road. He went to him and said: My poor am really sorry for you, and went away. By and by heheard the man call. Bishop, Bishop! So he went back.•Now. he said. Bishop, if you are very sorry, and you sayso. 1 will forgive you. We laugh at such drolleries and atsuch vagaries as we do at the man who came home at fouroclock in the morning and said it was hut one. But, saidhis wife, the clock has just struck four. I know better,for / heard it strike //>? — repeatedly! We cannot help laughing, but we know all the while thatwe are looking at only one phase of a terrible evil. You. STRUCK BOTTOM. CRIES FOR HELP 575 We heard of the man who went into las house in the darkand bemg very thirsty, groped about for the water pitcherand found at. He lifted it to his month and began to drink jWy. One of his children had dropped a soft sj , of silk mto the pitcher, and in his hurry he swallowed felt something very disagreeable and strange, and hebecame fnghtened, and dropped the pitcher. Oh dear ol,dear, oh dear! He caught hold of the end ci the silk, and in great affright began to draw •- the thread from hisV5|^^^$ mouth. Wife, wife, he shouted, - hurry up, IliriT l>, /,„ „// l(tl_ : ravelling ! 5 I remember, when I * was in Glasgow, hearinga man in the city halltell a story which made Jme laugh till my sides -ached. I was not laugh-ing at drunkenness, butat the ridiculous fea-tures of it. I cannot tell ^ UI> ! M ALL u-VIi-^ the story as lie did Kn+ t m •He said:- • bUt J • Se J
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