. . . gave out, as the morning lesson, the fourth section of the 19th Psalm, and while the congregation were looking out the “portion” in the Bible, he took out his snuff-box, and seizing a hasty pinch with finger and thumb, regaled his nose by the snuff; he then began the lesson, “My soul cleaveth to the dust!” – The titter that ran around the church, and the confusion of the poor man, showed that the congregation and he felt the Psalmist’s pinch.
– Published in The Burlington Weekly Hawk-Eye, Burlington, Iowa, Saturday, May 24, 1862, p. 3
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