never wear it away; it's a sure cure for bald heads,
scald heads, bloody noses, chapped hands, or dirty feet. * * *

"Now, gentlemen, I have here an extra fine toilet soap that you
can't buy in your city for less than ten cents a cake. But I'm here
my friends, to give you bargains." (Then counting them out, one
cake at a time):

"I'll give you one cake for ten, two for twenty, three of 'em for
thirty, four for forty, five for fifty and six for sixty cents.
Yes, you lucky cusses, I'll see if there's a God in Israel. Here,
I'll wrap them up for
fifty-five--fifty--forty-five--forty--thirty-five, thirty. There! I
hope never to see my Mary Ann or the back of my neck if a quarter
of a dollar don't buy the whole lot. Remember, twenty-five cents;
two dimes and-a-half will neither make nor break you, buy you a
farm, set you up in business or take you out of the poor-house.

"Is there a gentleman in the crowd now who will take this lot for
twenty-five cents?"

(When some one cries out, "I'll take 'em,")--

"Take 'em, I should think you would take 'em. I took 'em, too; but
I took 'em when the man was asleep, or I never could sell 'em for
the money. Will it make any difference to you, sir, if I give you
six more cakes in the bargain?--(throwing in six more.) All right,
my friends.

"You can't give in vain to a good cause. Remember, 'God loveth a
cheerful giver.' Now gentlemen, who'll have the next, last, and
only remaining lot for the money? Here's one, another makes two,
one more are three, another makes four, one more are five and one
are six, and six more added make another dozen, the only remaining
lot for the money. And sold again.

"Not sold, but morally and Christianly given away; where Christians
dwell blessings freely flow; I'm here to dispense blessings with a
free and liberal hand. Ah, you lucky sinners, I have just one more
lot--the last and only remaining one. Who'll have it? And sold
again. The fountains of joy still come rushing along, the deeper we
go the sweeter we get and the next song will be a dance. Well, dog
my riggin', if here ain't another dozen cakes. And who'll take them
along for the same money? Sold again! Not sold, but given away. He
that giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord and when he dies he'll
go to Ge