He looked at me as if taking my
measure, and, after a moment he said:
"I hope you are not a member of the legislature."
"No, sir," I said, "I'm a Methodist."
"Give me your hand. I am so glad to know you are going in the opposite
direction. A man may go to heaven by way of the legislature, but I would
as soon think of going where I could get cholera in order to secure good
health, as expect to serve God by becoming a member of the legislature.
Ah, here is Albany! Good day, sir; don't forget the wedge. And if you
will, I wish you would remember the watchword--'Hinder nobody--Help
everybody.'"
PRINCE EDWIN AND HIS PAGE.
A TALE OF THE ANGLO-SAXONS.
CHAPTER I.
On a certain high festival, which was set apart by Saxon monarchs for
receiving the petitions of the poor, and the appeals of such of their
subjects as had any cause of complaint, the great King Athelstane sat
enthroned in royal state, to listen to the applications of all who came
to prefer their suits to him.
In one corner of the hall stood a noble-looking Saxon lady dressed in
deep mourning, and holding a little boy by the hand.
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