"To the third fence yonder."
"How far do you own toward the west?"
"About a half mile?"
"How deep do you own into the earth?"
"Well, I never thought of that, but about half-way, I guess."
"Well, my brother, I am asking you to help your neighbor China, who joins your line below."
I have a friend with plenty of this world's goods, and not a child. When approached by the ladies of the Foreign Mission Society he said: "I do not give to foreign missions; when you want anything for home missions I'll help you." Perhaps he would; but many of that class are represented by a colored man of whom I heard a Methodist bishop tell. He said to a friend: "Dat wife of mine is got money on de brain; it's money, money all the time. I can't go whar she is, but she's axing me for money. She's jest sho'ly gwine to run me to the lunatic 'sylum ef she don't quit her beggin' me for money."
The friend asked: "What does she do with so much money?"