Keeping a Secret — 421
Of the descendants of the Pilgrims there once lived an old man, who, unlike nearly all his brethren, had no particular respect for the clergy. Going his accustomed rounds one day, he met a reverend gentleman, who, after a few casual remarks on worldly topics, thus addressed him:—“Mr. Brown, you have lived long; very few attain your age. Would it not be the part of wisdom to attend to your soul’s concerns immediately? Really, it would rejoice my soul to see you at the eleventh hour become a praying Christian.” “Well, now, Parson Hoyt, my Bible tells me to pray in secret.” “Ah, well—yes—but do you pray in secret?” “Why, now, Parson Hoyt, you know if I should tell you, ’twouldn’t be any secret, anyhow.”