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Show A darky preacher was lost in tho happy selec- 4W tlon of his text, which he repeated in vigorous accents ac-cents of pleading. "Oh, bredern, at do las' day dero's gwine to be sheep and dore's gwine to be goats. Who's gwine to be de sheep, and who's gwine ot be de goats? Let's all try to be like de HT white lambs, bredern. iShall we be do goats, sisters? Naw, wo's gwine to be de sheep. Who's gwine to be de sheep, bredern, an' who's gwine to be! de goats. Tak' care ob your souls, sistahs; tak' care ob youh souls. Remember, dero's gwine to be goats an' who's gwine to be de goats?" Just then a solitary Irishman who had been sitting in the back of the church, listening attentively, rose and said: "OI'll be tho goat. Go on; tell us the joke, elder. Oi'U be the goat." San Francisco Argonaut. |