
"Is Profanity Ever Justifiable?—The death of the Rev. Charles T. Brooks, of Newport, R. I., recalls a little anecdote about him. At a tea-party, given by a member of the Rev. Dr. Thayer's church a few years ago, a lady playfully remonstrated with Dr. Thayer for his intimacy with the Unitarian divine. " It is true," said Dr. Thayer," that Mr. Brooks and I are very good friends and that I am really very fond of him. He is a most delightful companion, and we often go fishing together. To-day, however, while we were on the fishing-ground, he shocked me by a little exhibition of profanity." "Profanity!" exclaimed the orthodox sister, " you don't really mean that Mr. Brooks is profane ?" " I must confess that he was somewhat so to-day," said good Dr. Thayer. " You see, it happened thus: we were at anchor with our lines out, Brother Brooks, the skipper, and I, when, after some tedious waiting, the skipper cried out: 'I had a d -n good bite then'; whereupon my Brother Brooks quickly responded: 'So did I!"—"
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Excellent! Like the queen drinking from her fingerbowl.
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