Mr. THOM had just risen up in the
pulpit to lead the congregation in prayer, when a gentleman in front of
the gallery took out his handkerchief to wipe the dust from his brow,
forgetting that a pack of cards were wrapped up in it. The whole pack
was scattered over the breast of the gallery. Mr. Thom could not resist
a sarcasm, solemn as the act was in which he was about to engage, so he
"Oh, man, man! surely your
psalm-book has been ill buní" (bound).