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Gisborne Times, Volume XXVIII, Issue 2734, 12 February 1910, Page 4 (Supplement)

A young preacher, who was staying at a clergy house, was in the habit of retiring to his room, for an hour or more each day, to practise pulpit oratory. At such times he filled the house with sounds of fervor and pathos, and emptied it of most everything else. Philip Brooks chanced to be visiting a friend in this house one day when the buddng orator was holding forth. "Gracious me,” exclaimed the bishop, starting up,in assumed terror. "Pray, what might that be?” "Sit down bishop.” his friend replied. "That’s only young D practising what he preaches.” JUST AS GOOD. "I tarn trying to find my brother,” said the gentleman from England timid lv to the fierce-loo'king stranger with a slieatliknife in one side of his belt and a six-shooter in the other. "He was in this neighborhood about four or five years ago. His name was Williamson.” "Williamson—kind of goody-goodv clmn?” "Yes, that’s the man!” "Guess I did know him-. He committed suicide three; years ago.” "What! my brother committed suicide ?. Why. lie was the last man in the world to have done sueli a tiling! Was lie ill, or in trouble, or,what?” "He called me a liar, stranger!”