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was good, but did not come up to my expectation. 

 Father Mathew is now visiting the South. 



The Rev. Paul Denton, a Methodist minister in 

 Texas, lately advertised a barbacue, with better liquor 

 than usually furnished. When the people were 

 assembled, a desperado in the crowd cried out: "Mr. 

 Paul Denton, your reverence has lied. You promised 

 not only a good barbacue, but better liquor. Where's 

 the liquor ? " 



" There ! " answered the missionary, in tones of 

 thunder, and pointing his motionless finger at the 

 matchless double spring, gushing up in two strong 

 columns, with a sound like a shout of joy from the 

 bosom of the earth. " There ! " he repeated, with a 

 look terrible as lightning, while his enemy actually 

 trembled at his feet ; " there is the liquor which God 

 the eternal brews for all his children. 



"Not in the simmering still, over smoky fires, 

 choked with poisonous gases, and surrounded with the 

 stench of sickening odors and rank corruptions, doth 

 your Father in heaven prepare the precious essence 

 of life, the pure cold water. But in the green glade 

 and grassy dell, where the red deer wanders, and the 

 child loves to play, there God brews it ; and down, 

 low down in the deepest valleys, where the fountain 



