Family Records

-The Post office ín a town in Dixis was kept in the barroom of a tavern, a great resort for loungers. An old chap, more remnrkuble for his coarsecess md infidaüly than lor his marmers, was sitting tliere nne day with a lot of his boon companions, when the Methodist minister, a new oommer, ontered and apked for letters. Old Swipes spoke up bluntly: "Are yi m tlie Methodist pación, just ' oome here to preaoh ?'' "I ara," pleasantly replied the miniater. "Well," said Swipes, "will you teil ma how old the dovil is ?" "Kap your own famiy record," re-' plied th3 minister, and left the house omid the roars of the company.