them from Philadelphia at a great expense, I thought it would have been better to have built the house at Philadelphia, and brought the children to it.  This I advised; but he was resolute in his first project, rejected my counsel, and I therefore refused to contribute.  I happened, soon after, to attend one of his sermons, in the course of which I perceived he intended to finish with a collection, and I silently resolved he should get nothing from me.  I had in my pocket a handful of copper money, three or four silver dollars, and five pistoles in gold.  As he proceeded I began to soften, and concluded to give the copper; another stroke of his oratory made me ashamed of that, and determined me to give the silver; and he finished so admirably, that I emptied my pocket wholly into the collector’s dish, gold and all.

“At this sermon,” continues Franklin, “there was also one of our club, who, being of my sentiments respecting the building in Georgia, and suspecting a collection might be intended, had, by precaution, emptied his pockets before he came from home; towards the conclusion of the discourse, however, he felt a strong inclination to give, and applied to a neighbour who stood near him, to lend him some money for the purpose.  The request was fortunately made to perhaps the only man in the company who had the firmness not to be affected by the preacher.  His answer was, ’At any other time, friend Hopkinson, I would lend to thee freely; but not now, for thee seems to me to be out of thy right senses.’”

One of his flights of oratory, not in the best taste, is related on Hume’s authority.  “After a solemn pause, Mr. Whitfield thus addresses his audience:—­’The attendant angel is just about to leave the threshold, and ascend to heaven; and shall he ascend and not bear with him the news of one sinner, among all the multitude, reclaimed from the error of his ways!’ To give the greater effect to this exclamation, he stamped with his foot, lifted up his hands and eyes to heaven, and cried aloud, ’Stop, Gabriel! stop, Gabriel! stop, ere you enter the sacred portals, and yet carry with you the news of one sinner converted to God!’” Hume said this address was accompanied with such animated, yet natural action, that it surpassed any thing he ever saw or heard in any other preacher.—­Southey.

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SIR RICHARD JEBB.

Was very rough and harsh in manner.  He said to a patient, to whom he had been very rude, “Sir, it is my way.”—­“Then,” replied the patient, pointing to the door, “I beg you will make that your way.”  Sir Richard was not very nice in his mode of expression, and would frequently astonish a patient with a volley of oaths.  Nothing used to make him swear more than the eternal question, “What may I eat?  Pray, Sir Richard, may I eat a muffin?”—­“Yes, Madam, the best thing you can take.”—­“O dear!  I am glad of that.  But, Sir Richard, you told me the other day that it was the worst thing I could eat!”—­“What would be proper for me to eat to-day?” says another lady.—­“Boiled turnips.”—­“Boiled turnips! you forget, Sir Richard, I told you I could not bear boiled turnips.”—­“Then, Madam, you must have a—­vitiated appetite.”