A TELEGRAM
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The vicar was going to town, and hoped that the
Archdeacon of Cornwall could be induced to take his
service on the Sunday following, and he left it to his
neighbour at Blisland to negotiate this little arrangement for him. All went well, and the latter gave in
a telegram at the nearest office:—
"The Archdeacon of Cornwall is going to Helland; you need not return."
But when it was delivered in London it was thus divided:—
"The Archdeacon of Cornwall is going to Hell; and you need not return."
