OUR VILLAGE
Nephew (on a visit to the "Old Country"). "Ah, uncle, in Canada we don't do our hay-makin' in this 'ere old-fashioned way."
Uncle. "Why, you bean't never goin' to tell I as you've bin an' turned teetotal?"
Reciprocity.—Parson. "I have missed you from your pew of late, Mr. Stubbings——"
Farmer (apologetically). "Well, sir, I hev' been to meet'n' lately, but—y' see, sir, the Reverend Mr. Scowles o' the chapel, he bought some pigs o' me, and I thought I ought to gi' 'm a tarn!"
The Farmer for the Fair.—A husbandman.
Doctor. "Well, Mrs. Muggeridge, how are you getting on? Taken the medicine, eh?" Mrs. M. "Yes, doctor. I've taken all the tabloids you sent, and now I want a new persecution."
On a Footing.—Almost every considerable town has a market for corn; therefore, it is but fit that Bedford Market-place should have its Bunyan.
Place of Residence for Lodgers.—Border-land.
Soundings!—(The living down at our village falling vacant, Lord Pavondale left it to the parish to choose the new rector.)
Influential Parishioner. "Then am I to understand, Mr. Maniple, that you object to bury a Dissenter?"
The Rev. Mr. Maniple (one of the competitors). "Oh, dear me, no, Mr. Jinks; quite the contrary!"
A High Church Party.—A steeple-jack.
A Clerical Error.—A long sermon.
Visitor. "My good man, you keep your pigs much too near the house."
Cottager. "That's just what the doctor said, mum. But I don't see how it's agoin' to hurt 'em!"
