 | John Randolph |  |
ONE TOO MUCH.
Randolph's ready wit was seldom caught napping, but
when it was no man could feel greater humiliation, not to
say anger.
Upon one occasion a lady of his acquaintance, the metal of
whose repartee he had had occasion to test, met him at the
house of a mutual friend. She had just returned from attending
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Randolph set out at once to hector her over the circumstance.
He claimed that she should patronize home industries—
should have attended the Methodist meeting-house in her
neighborhood. Continuing, he declaimed against the folly of
attempting to maintain an Episcopal church in the United
States, an institution so contrary to the independent spirit of
the country.
The lady, who could see that he was simply talking to vex
her, suddenly turned the tables on him by exclaiming, "I
suppose, then, Mr. Randolph, that you must be a Methodist!"
| John Randolph | |