A woman's answer.
--A writer, illustrating the fact that some errors are lifted into importance by efforts to refute them, when they need to be treated with contempt and ridicule, observes that all the blows inflicted by the Herculean club of certain logicians are not half so effectual as a box on the ear of a celebrated atheist by the hand of some charming beauty.
After having in vain preached to a circle of ladies, he attempted to avenge himself by saying:
"Pardon my error, ladies.
I do not imagine that in a house where wit lives with grace, I alone should have the honor of not believing in God."
"You are not alone, sir," answered the mistress of the house; "my horse, my dog, my cat, share the honor with you; only these poor brutes have the good sense not to boast of it."