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Show io 8ettt, No Sermon. Once having to preach at a chuieh in Regent street, on arriving at tho door Bishop Wilberforeo encountered his friend Mrs. A in the act of returning U her carriage. "What, going away?" "Only because I can't get in." "Do you mean that you really wish to Stop?" "I caino on purpose." "Then take my arm." The crowd at the door was excessive. At last the beadle appeared, to whom th bishop in his blandest manner, said: " Yon will bo so good as to give this lady tho besi seat in the church." "Impossible, sir church quite full!" The bishop cahuly, but with emphasis, repeated his orders. "Quito iuiMis.sible!" repeated the beadle. bea-dle. "I tell you, sir, tho church is quite full." "Oh, but," was the rejoinder, "1 won't preach if yon don't !" This alarming threat at once opened Bumble's eyes. "Oh, I beg pardon, my lord," winking. "This way, marm." And he deposited Mrs. A in the chnrchwardeus' luxurious empty pew under the pulpit. London Tit-Bits. |