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Show Some Hope. A Scotch parson, remarkab'e for the simple force of his pulpit style, was enlarging one Sunday upon the text "Except ye repent ye shall all likewise perish." "Yes, my friends," urged he, wit solemn earnestness, "unless ye repent ye shall as surely perish," deftly placing plac-ing his left forefinger on the wing of a bluebottle fly that had just alighted upon the reading desk, the while the parson's right hand uplifted, "just as surely as, my friends, I flattened this poor fly." But before the threatened blow descended de-scended the fly got away, whereupon the minister further "improved the occasion" with ready wit, exclaiming: "There's a chance for ye yet my friends!" London Scraps. |