"Amen," concluded the deacon.
"Cattle! cattle!" exclaimed Uncle Peter in ill-concealed disgust.
"Why, you can't say your prayers without having cattle running through your head; I wonder the Lord don't turn such Christians into cattle!"
Uncle Abe a Shaksperian.
When Uncle Abe was making a plea in one of the county Circuit Courts, not far from Springfield, one of the lawyers becoming sensible that he was being out-generaled, remarked to Uncle Abe, as he sat down—
"I smell a mice."
"Why don't you quote Shakspeare correctly?" said Uncle Abe.
"Why," said the other, "I was not aware that I Was quoting Shakspeare at all."