“In St. Mary’s Church, Nottingham, England, on the tombstone of Mary Angell are these lines:
‘Sleep on in peace, await thy Maker’s will,
Then rise unchanged, and be an Angell still.’
The stone is an old one, and the punning epitaph is according to the spirit of the times, when so many queer inscriptions were put on monuments.”
A young minister of high-church tendencies was called to preside over a congregation that abhorred ritualism and was a stickler for the simplest of services. He asked Bishop Potter of New York what would be the result if he went in for ritualism just a bit.
“Suppose I should burn a pastille or two during the service, what do you think would happen?” he inquired. “I dearly wish to try the experiment.”
“Your congregation would be incensed, your vestrymen would fume, and you would go out in smoke,” replied the Bishop.
Gustave Doré bought a villa on the outskirts of Paris, and wrote over the entrance the musical notation, “Do, Mi, Si, La, Do, Re.” This being properly interpreted, is “Domicile a Doré.”
I saw Esau kissing Kate,
And what’s more, we all three saw;