Religion slips through some people’s fingers as rapidly as ill-gotten money. An old Scotch minister told his congregation the truth when he said— ‘ Brethren, you are just like the duke's swans in the lake yonder. You come to church every Sabbath, and I lave you ail over with the gospel water, and I pour it upon you until you are almost drowned with it; but you just gang awu home, and sit down by your fireside, gie your wings a bit o' flap, and you are just a* dry as ever again.’
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Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2555, 16 June 1882, Page 4
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92Page 4 Advertisements Column 1 Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2555, 16 June 1882, Page 4
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