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THE FOGY DAYS AND NOW ; 



Friendly reader, I am j^ossessed of but little of this world's 

 wisdom, wealth, or fame, j^et I have managed to keep reason- 

 :ably happy, and moderately contented; have had considerable 

 fun in my day — some wanton and wicked fun, and some inno- 

 •cent fun. 1 have repented of the first, and rejoice in the last. 

 The innocent will be accredited to my permanent account, and 

 the other forgiven, on account of the over and abundance of 

 grace ever ready to be poured out upon those who ask for it. 



In these unpolished pages, it will be easily discerned that 

 the writer is not averse to fun, but do not claim by any means, 

 that my efforts here will stand the test of innocence ; yet I am 

 <;onsoled with the consideration that as I am of the earth, still 

 -earthy, I might have been engaged in some other worse devil- 

 ment than in the writing of these pages. 



Brother and sister, I am daily becoming more and more 

 impressed that we are living in a wonderful age ; I am 

 impressed with the idea that the world is rapidly approaching 

 its last and culminating epoch. First, the dismal, the silent 

 age, then followed the sluggish, the fogy age ; ^nd now in this 

 nineteenth century comes the butterfly age ; and this butter- 

 :fly age, I opine, will be the brief age, and then the millenium. 



When the butterfly season is over, then the follies of the 

 world will cease and the people will return to reason and to 

 God. The flow of the two streams will be reversed, when the 

 stream of unrighteousness shall fail from the drouth that shall 

 fall on the mountains of evil, and a great stream of righteous- 

 ness will flood all the valleys of sin. I think the day is not 

 far distant when the people shall become convicted of their 

 high-handed disobedience and ingratitude toward a loving 

 Ood ; that it will not be long till the veil that now blinds 

 their eyes, will be lifted, and that they will with wonderful 



