May poverty be always a day’s march behind us.

Not he who has little, but he who wishes for more, is poor.—­Seneca.

PRAISE

WIFE (complainingly)—­“You never praise me up to any one.”

HUB—­“I don’t, eh!  You should hear me describe you at the intelligence office when I’m trying to hire a cook.”

“What sort of a man is he?”

“Well, he’s just what I’ve been looking for—­a generous soul, with a limousine body.”—­Life.

PRAYER MEETINGS

A foreigner who attended a prayer meeting in Indiana was asked what the assistants did.  “Not very much,” he said, “only they sin and bray.”

PRAYERS

During the winter the village preacher was taken sick, and several of his children were also afflicted with the mumps.  One day a number of the devout church members called to pray for the family.  While they were about it a boy, the son of a member living in the country, knocked at the preacher’s door.  He had his arms full of things.  “What have you there?” a deacon asked him.

“Pa’s prayers for a happy Thanksgiving,” the boy answered, as he proceeded to unload potatoes, bacon, flour and other provisions for the afflicted family.

A little girl in Washington surprised her mother the other day by closing her evening prayers in these words:  “Amen; good bye; ring off.”

TEACHER—­“Now, Tommy, suppose a man gave you $100 to keep for him and then died, what would you do?  Would you pray for him?”

TOMMY—­“No, sir; but I would pray for another like him.”

A well-known revivalist whose work has been principally among the negroes of a certain section of the South remembers one service conducted by him that was not entirely successful.  He had had very poor attendance, and spent much time in questioning the darkies as to their reason for not attending.

“Why were you not at our revival?” he asked one old man, whom he encountered on the road.

“Oh, I dunno,” said the backward one.

“Don’t you ever pray?” demanded the preacher.

The old man shook his head.  “No,” said he; “I carries a rabbit’s foot.”—­Taylor Edwards.

A little girl attending an Episcopal church for the first time, was amazed to see all kneel suddenly.  She asked her mother what they were going to do.  Her mother replied, “Hush, they’re going to say their prayers.”

“What with all their clothes on?”

The new minister in a Georgia church was delivering his first sermon.  The darky janitor was a critical listener from a back corner of the church.  The minister’s sermon was eloquent, and his prayers seemed to cover the whole category of human wants.

After the services one of the deacons asked the old darky what he thought of the new minister.  “Don’t you think he offers up a good prayer, Joe?”