ing for a reversible ulster and paper
collar bazar. It must have been food for reflection for the Advent
preacher, as he picked up the empty beer bottle, shied at him from the
chariot that he supposed carried to earth the Redeemer of man. He must
have wondered if some Milwaukee brewer had not gone to heaven and opened a
brewery.

Of course we who are intelligent, and would know a balloon if we saw it,
would not have had any such thoughts, but we must remember that this poor
Advent preacher thought that the day had come that had been promised so
long, and that Christ was going to make a landing in a strong Republican
county. We may laugh at the Adventist's disappointment that the balloon
did not tie up to a stump and take him on board, but it was a
serious matter to him.

He had been waiting for the wagon, full of hope, and when it came, and he
saw the helmet on King's head and thought it was a crown of glory, his
heart beat with joy, and he plead in piteous accents not to be passed by,
and the confounded gas bag went on and landed in a cranberry marsh, and
the poor, foolish, weak, short-sighted man had to get in his work mighty
lively to dodge the sand bags, beer bottles, and rolls of clothing store
posters.

The Adventist would have been justified in renouncing his religion and
joining the Democratic party. It is sad, indeed.

MR. PECK'S SUNDAY LECTURE.

The papers all around here are saying that I have a new Sunday Lecture,
with a bad title. The way of it was this. A man in a neighboring city
telegraphed me to know if I would deliver a "Sunday Lecture," and telling
me to choose my subject, and answer by telegraph. I thought it was some
joke of the boys. The idea of me delivering a Sunday lecture was
ridiculous, so, in a moment of thoughtlessness I telegraphed back, "What
in the d---- do you take me for?" I supposed that that would be enough to
inform the man that I was not in the business. What do you suppose he did?
He telegraphed back to me as follows: "All right. We have advertised you
for Sunday. Subject, 'What the d---- do you take me for.'" You can judge
something of my surprise and indignation.

That is how it was.

RELIGION AND FISH.

Newspaper reports of the proceedings of the Sunday School Association
encamped on Lake Monona, at Madison, give about as many particulars of big
catches of fish as of sinners. The delegates divide their time catching
sinners on spoon-hooks and bringing pickerel to r