Short Patent Sermon,
This is the text from which I shall preach
to-day:
•• I saw n mouse within a trap,
* Poor Hille thing,' aval I;
•Ob! why mo foolish to go in?
Pray tell me, mousey—why?’ °
My hearers mice tire foolish little animals;
they sacrifice their souls for a crumb of
cheese, the same ns you do yours for a few
lumps of gold. I can cobble up mi excuse;
however, for the mice; it is absolute hunger
that drives them to destruction; but you;
w retched misers, jump into a pit of misery
for the stike of something thnt you want but
don’t need any more than a w lute bear needs
■mittens and an overcoat. Why will vou
joh! whx will you, brethren, for the sake of
la shiny dollar, allow yourselves to be en
trapped by the arch-enemy of mankind,
'who goes about, according to scripture,
(‘'seeking whom hr might suck somebody
i in!’’ Verily it has been written of old;
|“ Everybody for himself, and the devil for
tts all;” but, instead of each one’s going for
himself, now-a-days, every- one seems to go
lor the devil—which is giving tlte old fellow
rather more popularity than bis general
chiirnctershoul.l permit. Now, for my part,
I despise the devil ns I do boiled cabbage
for dinner; mid if ever I found occasion to.
