Little Sermons.
If there wasn't a Devil, some people would have nobody but themselves to blame their sins on.
When we link hands with pleasure for a few minutes, we forget all the wisdom Trouble has taught us through the years.
Some people like to move about so much, that if they bought a ticket for heaven they'd insist on getting a round-trip in order to be on the safe side.
If the golden streets could be dug up and carried off to the smelter, there'd be whole [battalions] of people lined up before daylight with grubbing-hoes on their shoulders waiting to stake off claims.
Mister Ground Hog.
Ole Mistah Groun'-hog rouse hisse'f
Fum dat long nap he take;
He say: "Ah 'spec' Ah'd bettah move,—
It's gittin' late, my sake!"
So he jes' rub his ole eyes wide,
En dress up foh a stroll;
He wax his whiskehs up, en den
He crawl out ob his hole!