A Dressmaker's Dilemma--a Fact

l'ra bnt a simple dressmaker in aulte a IiüpuVj w&y, Who tr.es to do her duty and would never di - obey A plain comrnandment given in the Scripturea unto men. ?or I read my Bible everynight from half paut nine to ten. Mow, Uncle Jim, who preaches in the chapel over there And knows his Bible backwards (though IVe also heard him swear), L'amc in to me the other night and eolemnly sat down And said, "Maria, let me see your laat xinflnished gown." I knew he hated fashions, but I hunibly brought the dress. He took the sleeves, examined them, and cried in triurnph: "Yes, Ifeared asmnch. Your style in gowns has gone from bad to worse, Until at last you've brought yourself beneath the prophefs curse!" I looked in blank amazement at my uncle. WaB he inad? ■Vhat could he flnd so awful in a simple shoultler pad? This year, since fashion willed that ladies' shoulders should be high. We had to pad the dresses- Paris to blame not I. Ho took my Bible from the shelf before my wonderinfï eyes And found the thirteenth chapter of Ezekiel's prophecles. And "Read," said he, "the eighteenth verse- 'Thus saith the Lord God, Woo To th' vromen that sew pillows to all armholesl' Is it so?" The words were there as clear as day. "And now," said Uncle Jim, "Just choose between the prophet'te curse a mí fashion's latest whim. "Tis you Ezekiel had in mind, to y du tho Lorü saith 'Woe!' ir in your dresses from this time another pad you sew." Thus saying he departed, and I turned ths matter o'er. And after half an hour feit no wiser than before. At last I thought I'd venture forth to ease my troubled mind And ask our learned rector, who is always very kind. I fonnd him in his study, and in listening to my case I thought he laughed a little, though I could not see his 1 ace. And then he opened certain books and certain foot notes read - "The authorized translation is not quite correct," he said.