ck it rich,
and I am going back to work the lead some more." The minister looked
at the boys, and then at the sexton as though saying, "Verily, I would
rather preach to seventy-five Milwaukee and Chicago drummers than to own
a brewery. Go, thou, and reap some more trade dollars in my vineyard."

The sexton went back and commenced where he left off. He had his
misgivings, thinking maybe some of the boys would glide out in his
absence, or think better of the affair and only put in nickels on
the second heat, but the first man the sexton held out the platter
to planked down his dollar, and all the boys followed suit, not a man
"passed" or "ra nigged," and when the last drummer had been interviewed
the sexton carried the biggest load of silver back to the table that he
ever saw.

Some of the silver dollars rolled off on the floor, and he had to put
some in his coat pockets, but he got them all, and looked around at the
congregation with a smile and wiped the perspiration off his forehead
with a bandanna handkerchief and winked, as much as to say, "The first
man that speaks disrespectfully of a traveling man in my presence will
get thumped, and don't you forget it."

The minister rose up in the pulpit, looked at the wealth on the table,
and read the hymn, "A charge to keep I have," and the congregation
joined, the travelers swelling the glad anthem as though they belonged
to a Pinafore chorus. They all bowed their heads while the minister,
with one eye on the dollars, pronounced the benediction, and the
services were over.

The traveling men filed out through the smiles of the ladies and went to
the hotel, while half the congregation went forward to the anxious seat,
to "view the remains." It is safe to say that it will be unsafe, in the
future, to speak disparagingly of traveling men in Green Bay, as long
as the memory of that blockade Sunday remains green with the good people
there.

ANGELS OR EAGLES.

We are told that in the revision of the Bible the passage, "And I
beheld an angel flying through the midst of heaven," has been changed to
"eagle," and that all allusions to angels have been changed to "eagles."
This knocks the everlasting spots out of the angel business, and the
poetry of wanting to be an angel, "and with the angels stand," has
become the veriest prose.

We have never had any particular desire to stand with angels, not this
year, but there was a certain beauty in the idea that we would all be