Some few months since, a Minister while preaching at Saylorville, in this county, indulged in a glowing sketch of the immorality of Des Moines. He went on to state that it was a common thing for citizens, of whom people thought better things, to gamble, and go home from the saloons frequently in a condition of irreligious tightness; and worse than this, it was not an anomalous circumstance for them to spend a large portion of their time and money, at places which were not distinguished for purity and chastity. At this point of his remarks, the Minister directed his eye straight toward a gentleman well known in Central Iowa for the heartiness of his nature as well as the peculiarity of his laugh, and made the following pointed inquiry:
“Is it not so Brother H____? Have I not told the truth?”
The countenance of Brother H_____ lit up with a broad grin. Everybody knew that an explosion was coming.
“He! he! he! hi! ho! ho! Darn it Brother C., you can’t prove it by me! Ho! ho-o-o-o- phew! Hew! Jerusalem! hi! ho!”
The exercises of that meeting closed without a benediction. – Des Moines Register.
– Published in The Burlington Weekly Hawk-Eye, Burlington, Iowa, Saturday, February 22, 1862, p. 2
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