Who it was.
There is an anecdote told of Dr. Emmons, one of the most able of New England divines, meeting a Pantheistical physician at the house of a sick parishioner. It was no place for a dispute. It was no place for any unbecoming familiarity with the minister. It was no place for a physician to inquire into the age of the minister, especially with any intent of entangling him in a debate; and, above all, where the querist was too visionary for any logical discussion. But the abrupt question of the Pantheist was, “Mr. Emmons, how old are you?”
“Sixty, sir; and how old are you?” came the quick reply.
“As old as creation, sir,” was the triumphant response.
“Then you are of the same age with Adam and Eve.”
“Certainly; I was in the garden when they were.”
“I have always heard that there was a third party in the garden with them, but I never knew before that it was you.”
A heavy Doctor.
Dr. Stone, of Savannah, walked into the river at Savannah, and, like other stones, was about to sink, when he was romantically rescued by a brave lady.