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Show Weakened on the Way The vicar considered himself a very good preacher, and was always ready to hear people's opinions of his sermons. ser-mons. Meeting an old parishioner, he asked : "Well, Mr. Snooks, and how did you like my sermon yesterday?" "Ye see. parson," was the reply, "1 haven't a fair chance with them sermons ser-mons of yours. I'm an old man now, and by the time I manage to get to the church all the front seats are taken and I have to sit at the back. There's old Mrs. Smith an' Mrs. O'Cal-lagher's O'Cal-lagher's daughters an' Bert Snow an' all the rest of 'em sittin' in front o' me wid their mouths open a-swallering all the best parts of your sermon, an' what gets down to me is purty poor stuff, parson, purty poor stuff." London Lon-don Tit-Bits. ' |