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Show A preacher fame at a newspaper man in this way: You editors do not te I the truth. If you did you could not live, your newspapers would he a failure. The editor replied: You are right and the minister who will at all Lines and under all circumstances till the whole truth about his members, alive or dead, will not occupy his pull it more than one Sunday, and then he will find it necessary to leave town in a hurry. The press and the pulpit go hand in I.mk! with whitewash white-wash brushes and pleasant words, magnifying little virtues Into big ones. The pulpit, the pen, and the grave stone are the great saint-making triumvirate. And the great minister went away looking very thoughtful while the editor turned to his work, and told of the unsurpassing beauty of the bride, while in fact she was as homely as a mud fence. |