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Show GLADSTONE DISCOMFITED. An L'neipcrtnl Anwrr frmu n l'rlest Tnkf III. tlrrstli Au'ny. What n diverting, scene was that when n certain witty IrlsUpriest wns Invited to breakfast with Mr. ilhul-stone, ilhul-stone, then In power, to meet u sliimgo gathering of "thlnkors," advanced and others, to whom. In his quiet, but none the less cfTcctlvo stylo, lu addressed hi pleasant rallyings. Of n sudden, say tho Orntleman's Magazine, the great man, with one of those curious turns to which he I partial, amid all the Inughtcr, became grave and pretomnlurnlly solemn. Lowering his voice into 'on.'plraey tones, ns though big with some coming revelation, 'ho Mild, mysteriously: "What will you say to this, l'r. 11'-, when I tull you that on my last visit to Italy I saw on tho door of the Church of S. Agnese n tnblo of Indulgences, and actually saw written up there n remission remis-sion of one thousand years of punishment punish-ment ou payment of ono franc?" Uveryono bont forwnrd to listen. True, there wns no apropos; but hero tho divine wns likely to bo "cornered." With thnt Intensity nf tone which is harneteristle of the eminent statesman he went on: "Yes, Kr. II , I miw It with my own eyes. A thousand years for a Kin gle franc! What rid jbu any to that?" 'Whnt'do 1 sny?" said the padre, goy ly; "why, I say It was dirt cheap What more would you waul for yout money?'' . i The roar of laughter nt this unexpected unex-pected sally may bo Imagined. Hut tlio conilo eontnist was the fuce of the great man; who still continued Solemn, l'or hhn It was too serious- n thing for Jesting. Ho would have liked to renew tho subject, but It was Impossible. |