A Miracle
An Irish parson of the old school, in whom a perception of the ridiculous was developed with a Rabelaisian breadth of appreciation, was asked by a clodhopper to explain the meaning of a miracle. “Walk on a few paces before me,” said his reverence, which having done the peasant was surprised to feel in the rear a kick, administered with decided energy. “What did you do that for?” demanded the young man angrily. “Simply to illustrate my meaning,” replied the cleric blandly; “if you had not felt it, it would have been a miracle.”