By the door stood a Philadelphia punster.
The cow switched him with her tail; he heeded it not. His soul felt the morning gleam of a revelation,—the flash of a Boehmic Aurora,—
Far, far above the world, oh dreamer!—in the pure land of Pun-light, where the silent Calembergs rise in the sunset sea.
And he spake,—
'I see you have A COW LET OUT there, and a BULL LET IN HERE!'
This is going through a great deal to get at a pun, says some over-heated and perspiring disciple.
Well—and why not?
Have you never heard of the clergyman who preached an entire sermon on the slave-trade, and gave a detailed account of its head-quarters, the kingdom of Abomi?
And why?
Merely that he might ring it into them bitterly, fiercely, with this conclusion: