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70 with him. 'Why didn't I come home sooner?' Because I waited the coming of night to shield me from the gaze of the village constable, who has a personal enmity against tramps,—makes them saw wood. I knew that my tattered and begrimed appearance would bring me under the ban of the law. I walked home by way of the beach." George A. Stockwell.

THE MISSISSIPPI MIRACLE. I's let up on preachin'. I's truly
 * De Rev'rind Dick Wilkins, D.D.;

I know I heerd Gabr'el a-callin',
 * An' thought he was callin' on me:

"You Wilkins, go preach me de gospel!"
 * Dat, sah, was de way dat he went;

But now, sah, I's mightily jubous
 * 'Twas some oder Wilkins he meant.

Yes, sah, dat ar matter you knows of
 * Has cleaned me plumb out of my grace.

What! ain't nebber heard of it? Nebbah?
 * Seed nobody in from de place?

Den set down an' listen; and when, sah,
 * I's tol' you de mizable tale,

You'll 'low dat religion, out ou' way,
 * Is mighty low down in de scale.

I started to work wid good prospects:
 * My field, you mought call it, was good;

I tried fur to keep up de fences,
 * An' worked it de best 'at I could;

De site wuzn't much fur to brag on;
 * 'Twas mos'ly clay gullies an' sand;

But de craps, in de way ob collections,
 * Wuz good fur dat 'scription ob land.

Well, sah, we got up a revival,
 * To last a consid'able while,

An' 'greed, as we's gwine fur to hab it,
 * 'Twas best fur to hab it in style.