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Dunstan Times, Issue 543, 13 September 1872, Page 3

A SAILER’S DOCTRINE. The curious admixture < f reverence and hlasphi my which is to he mot with in the wotks of modern American an hors is suppos' d to he particular t.. 'he Unite I States. But doubt whether anything in the Bigelow pa; cis or from the p. n which wrote Little Breeches was more quaint or oii.inal than the remarks of a worthy sailor at the sijht of im'elaborate window : n one of the churches ne r Meibomne. Not long in o, being aaiioic I.' lain lon, Jack rambled into a city church where he was treated to an unsually Ion; a (1 ivcari'ome sermon by some clericalPodsnap win sc naive he found out was I. 11. Smith. Af w weeks ago finding himsdfin MeHi'mine he rolled into a fashionable ion veiti.-le. For s. m- ini .ules hj sa* quite still 1 avinggn at a’lenti n to ihe s noon and Jdte; iu_• id-the responsesnios deviutly. At la th's eyes vlan ed at the painted win low. He 1 oVednne .sy, and finally got up and yo tr out. Tim \ener at the door iisktd m ' if he wer id, and whether, he should fetch hj tn a glass of water. “Oh, no! mate.” th lied the salt,” “only Is cl. H. Smith hj 'Sint this In th, and I have had quite en.ugh of him." “You me mi lead my clergy Iran’s in me is not snr tin’ ’ Oh. it’s no use him bunging me Didn’t I tee his ir itials, I. H. fe., tainted on the trinjow.”— Leader,