MY KLERGICAL FRIEND--Feelin it my duty to encourage a man when he
strikes the rite gait, I seize the goose-quil to set down and scratch
off a letter to you. I've heard you preach, and, to do the square thing,
I am constrained to say you've got talents into you, on which to bild a
first-class Dominy. My advice is, to let your talents sintilate; don't
undertake to hide 'em under a bushel of peanuts. Let 'em blaze, friend
B.--let 'em blaze.

I dident notiss any bill-boards hangin about your mouth, savin as how
"Rooms was to let in your sky-lofts;" but contrary wise, it's my opinion
there haint a tenement house in New York which is packed fuller of
people than your figger-head is of slap-up idees. You haint afeard to
stand out baldly and face the sea of upturned red maskaline noses, or
hily-frizzled, gorgeously-got-up femilines, and skatter Fiseology rite
and left, not carin a pickaune who's hit or who haint.

A man who scores up as you do, is bound to win in the long run, if he
only keeps his eyes about him, and don't undertake to go it blind.

Yoove got a futer ahead of you bigger'n a meetin-house. Keep ploddin
along in the evening tender of your way, and I predict you'l ocupy a
front rank among the clergy.

I, the lait Gustise, which has served his country for 4 yeer as Gustise
of the Peece, tells you so; and havin asshiated with a good many big
guns in my day, my profetic vision is as clear as Rine wine.

You haint much like a preacher I once useter sleep under.

We called him OLD CLOROFORM. His sermons were dredful soothin to take.