The Religious Herald quotes a lady as saying that when she was a school-girl she heard an old minister, who was fond of making homely, practical illustrations, say that reading the Bible was like eating fish. When he came to a hard place he left it and called it a bone. When he read the Bible in that way, he found plenty of good, nourishing meat, and never had occasion to choke over the bones; that the older he grew, the fewer bones he found, until, when he came to be an old man with silvery hair, the book that he used to find as full of bones as a Connecticut River shad was like a halibut with only the one big bone in it of God’s incomprehensibility, and that was in such plain sight that no one could stumble over it, and grandly served its purpose as strong frame-work to keep the sweet, white, nutritious meat in its place.