Democratic Sentinel, Volume 11, Number 50, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 January 1888 — THE LAST LAUGH. [ARTICLE]

THE LAST LAUGH.

Consternation in the Congregation—The Wisdom of the Innocents. Adjoining an out-of-the-way, but favorite, summer resort, is a iittl3 Chapel in which religious services are held occasionally, as clergymen can be obtained, during the pleasure season. A visiting divine consented to preach one Sabbath last summer, and, notice being given, quite a congregation of hotel guests and resident neighbors assembled. In opening the services the preacher suggested that, as the chapel was provided with no musical instrument, perhaps some one present would start a hymn, in which the congregation could join. A brief pause ensued, and then the congregation was convulsed at hearing an old lady strike up, in a cracked voice, “Believing we rejoice To see the cuss removed.’’ As no one “joined in,” the old lady did not proceed far with the hymn, and an' awkward contretemps seemed imminent Tne clergyman was quick-witted, however, and turned the ludicrous incident to good account He quietly arose and announced as his text the word-, “Believing we rejoice,” from which he preached an excellent sermon, one that, under the peculiar circumstances, made a deep impression. The old lady will probably never Know why she caused such a sensation. She lived in the neighborhood, and being accustomed to the pronunciation “cuss” for “curse” sang it that way. Homespun people often ran counter to some of the common customs, or time-worn prejudices of society, and are laughed at. Sometimes they are right, and society is wrong. When new and valuable ideas are evolved in the progress of the world’s thought, those who first believe in them are often subjected to ridicule. But it is those who believe who have occasion to rejoice. Mr. A. Way is a prominent farmer at Navarino, N, Y., who was prostrated with kidney disease, and reached a point where “the doctorsaid he had done all he could. ” Felx 28, 1883, he writes: “As a last resort I began the use of Warner’s safe cure, and to-day lam hale, hearty and happy.” October 13, 1887, he again writes: “If it had not been for your wonderful discovery of Warner’s safe cure I should have been in my grave to-day. I am, to all appearances, as free from any trouble of the kidneys as any man living. The doctor who doctored me and said 1 must die has since died with Bright’s disease!” The honest old fanner was doubtless derided and laughed at by tbo medical man, and many of his friends, when he announced his determination to try W’arner’s safe cure, a proprietary medicine; but he is alive and well to-day. while the physician who laughed at him is dead. The wise old farmer has the last laugh!