CHAPTER XX.

THE DEVIL IN CHURCH.--A TERRIFICK. XPLOSHUN, AND FLYIN

DEBRIS GIVES MR. TALMIG A XCELLENT SUBJECT.--FASHUN AND

STILE OF LONG AGO.--GET THE BEHIND ME SATAN.

Today is Sunday. I kno I ortenter rite in you today Mr. Diry, but, as

I've had to rite up a serio commick, religus report, I dont see no big

objeckshun ter givin it ter you.

Urley this mornin, the Religus edittur called up to our house, and

sed he'd giv me a quarter, if I'd go over to Brooklin sted of him, and

report a surmon, cos he warnted to go to the little church round the

corner, and make it up with the quire singer, wot was goin to sue him

for breech of promise. I was 'greed so I went over, and the ushur showd

me inter one of the front seets, and didn't collect no admishun fee

offen me, cos, I guess he knowd I had a ded hed ticket.

Rite in front of me was a corpulent woman, fatter'an a poorpoise, and

the wife of a Brooklyn alderman. She had a hat on wot was as big as a

punshun hed, wot she kept twistin round, so I couldnt see a thing wot

was goin on on the staige. I guess the woman wayed bout 250 pounds, &

her bussel was as big as a Ellerfants. The case was gettin desprit for

me, cos I'd agreed to bring hum a report of the performanse. The furst

part was jest bout over; the blonde artist was singin a solo, and the

audiense was so interested that they all stood up. I seen the time had

cum for acshun, so I stood a pepper box wot I had in my pocket on the

seet. Soon as the ladie went to sit down, she hadnt calkerlated on eny

obstercal, and didnt try to control her gravytal momentum, so she

cum plump down on top of the pepper box. A loud, roarin sound, then a

terrer-bel xploshun shuk the buildin, and the air was filled with flyin

debris, woman, pieces of cloes, hoopskirt, hat, buttins, little bits of

rubber bussell, strings, and things innumer-abel and unmenshunabel. I

never seen such a reck in all my life. The ladie landed right in front

of the minister, were sum of the quire girls run to her rescue and

kivered her up with shawls, puttin her in a carriage and sendin her

home. Soon as the reck was cleered and order restored, the minister sed:

“I came here this mornin with no idea upon wot subject I shuld speek,

trustin ontirely to Providense to reveal to the con-gregashun and myself

a sootabel one. You see, my heerers, for yourself, my trustin has not

been in vane. My text will be: 'And Eve bort a Bon Ton System, and

maid herself a fig leef pollynays, cut a la Princesse, and trimmed with

dandylion ruchin and sun-flower brade. Then she fleeced a he ram, and of

the wool thereof she formed a big bussel, and Adam got mashed on her

fine does, and she turned up her knoes at the washerwomans darter wot

didnt have on nothin but a palm leef jursey, wot fit her too soon.'

“You ladies are all alike, and you get your line of dress, from a purty

long and direct line of ancestry. I dont think a fine dress is a sinful

appendage to eny lady, in fact I like to see a ladie drest well, but

to be drest well, a lady ort not to practise deceit, or act a lie,

for there is such a thing as actin a lie. Now bussils are the devils

perticklar delite, cos there a form of deceit, in fact, I verily beleeve

the devil is in every bussel, and actin on the Biblical advise, the

ladies all say, 'Get thee behind me, Satan.' Hereafter, air balloon

bussles will be considered contraband, in this church, and ladys

suspected of carry in them, will be subject to a serchin, and rigid

xaminashun, before bein admitted.”

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