If some people get to heaven, no one will be more surprised at the achievement than themselves.
Troubles have walked the highways of human life since the morning stars sang together; and yet when we meet them on the dusty roads we travel, we pretend astonishment and annoy high heaven with our cries.
Too Much Prosperity.
"Dis heah big cotton crap am a great calam'ty toh de cullud folks," said old Black Mose dejectedly.
"How is that, Uncle?" inquired the astonished white man.
"So many ob 'em hab sabed up emuff money toh buy tall hats en long—tailed coats dat de conf'rences will all be jam-full ob cullud preachehs befoh spring, en de cotton-fiel's'll miss some mighty good han's nex' season, shuah!" was the reply.