“Well,” replied Mr. Churchill, “remember that you are not really likely to come into contact with either.”
After his first lecturing tour in this country Matthew Arnold visited old Mrs. Proctor, the widow of the poet Barry Cornwall, and mother of Adelaide Proctor. Mrs. Proctor, giving Mr. Arnold a cup of tea, asked him, “And what did they say about you in America?” “Well,” said the literary autocrat, “they said I was conceited, and they said my clothes did not fit me.” “Well, now,” said the old lady, “I think they were mistaken as to the clothes.”
WHAT MISTAH TROUBLE DID
Ol’ Mistah Trouble, he come aroun’ one day
An’ say, “I gwinter git you, so you better run away
I likes to see you hustle. Dat’s de way I has my fun.
I knows I kin ketch up to you, no matter how you run!”
I says, “Mistah Trouble, you has been a-chasing me
Ever since I kin remember, an’ I’se tired as I kin be.