‘Gallop and More,
Taylors.’
“Well, one Saturday-night brother Josiah and I got a paintbrush, and altered it in this way:
‘Gallop and 8 More
Taylors
Make a man.’
“Lord, what a commotion it made. Next day was Sunday; and as the folks were going to church, they stood and laughed and roared like anything. It made a terrible hulla-bulloo.
“‘Sam,’ said Minister to me, ‘what in natur is all that ondecent noise about so near the church-door.’
“I told him. It was most too much for him, but he bit in his breath, and tried to look grave; but I see a twinkle in his eye, and the corner of his mouth twitch, the way your eyelid does sometimes when a nerve gets a dancing involuntarily.
“‘A very foolish joke, Sam,’ he said; ‘it may get you into trouble.’
“‘Why, Minister,’ said I, ‘I hope you don’t think that—’
“‘No,’ said he, ‘I don’t think at all, I know it was you, for it’s just like you. But it’s a foolish joke, for, Sam:
“‘Honour and worth from no condition rise—’