. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . t over the gas-burner, why do I nut get a light?Why does not the gas burn? A boy said, Becauseyou have not paid your gas bill: - Now, boys, said ateacher, I want you tobe so still that you canhear a pin drop; now,quiet — hush — 1 i s t e that moment a smallboy squeaked out, Lether drop. All burst outlaughing, and the teacherlost control of them. Ateacher asked the scholarsin his class why it wasthat if the angels hadwings they needed a lad-der to ascend and descendin Jacobs dream, and re-ceived from a little boythe suggestion that
. Platform echoes: or, Living truths for head and heart . t over the gas-burner, why do I nut get a light?Why does not the gas burn? A boy said, Becauseyou have not paid your gas bill: - Now, boys, said ateacher, I want you tobe so still that you canhear a pin drop; now,quiet — hush — 1 i s t e that moment a smallboy squeaked out, Lether drop. All burst outlaughing, and the teacherlost control of them. Ateacher asked the scholarsin his class why it wasthat if the angels hadwings they needed a lad-der to ascend and descendin Jacobs dream, and re-ceived from a little boythe suggestion that per-haps they were Shaftesbury onceasked a little girl, Now,my little girl who made your vile body? and received thisreply, Betsy Jones made the body, and I made the skirtmyself. « What s a miracle ? Dunno. Well, if thesun were to shine in the middle of the night, what would yousay it was ? The moon. But if you were told it wasthe sun, what would you say it was? A lie. I donttell lies; suppose I told you it was the sun, what would you. BETSY JONES. 140 PRECOCIOUS CHILDREN. say then? That you were Now, Jenny Wells,can you tell me what is meant by a miracle? Yes,teacher, mother says if you dont marry the new parson, it*vill be a miracle. We often blunder in forgetting the precocity of children,and are often mortified at their repetition of some remarlthat we have been imprudent enough to make in their \ence. A liltie girl once asked a gentleman caller. Wholives next door to you? Why, my little dear? Oh,cause my mother said you was next door t<» a hud. Acouple of visitors asked a child, Did you tell your mammawe had called? Yes. -And what did she say/* -Shesaid, bother!1 Well, Master Fred, you dont know whoI am. Oh, but 1 do. though, youre the chap ma sayswould be such a catch lor our .Mary. Young men, yes, middle-aged, old men and women, a glance back at the way you have come, take yoursoundings. The ship that takes no soundings finds no sa
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