A drunken carter came into a Greenock (Scotland) train and sat
opposite a clergyman, who was reading his paper. Recognizing
the profession of his vis-a-vis, the carter leaned forward
and in a maudlin way remarked, “I don’t believe there’s any
heaven.” The clergyman paid no heed. “Do you hear me?” persisted
the carter. “I don’t believe there’s any heaven.” Still the
clergyman remained behind his newspaper. The carter, shouting
his confession loudly, said, “I tell ye to your face, and you’re
a minister, that I don’t believe there’s any heaven.” “Very
well,” said the clergyman; “if you do not believe there is any
heaven, go elsewhere, but please go quietly.” (Text.)--London
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=Anthem, Extending a National=--See PRAISE, UNITED.