A dentist, who made a new set of teeth for a Bishop, anxiously watched the prelate as he examined himself and his teeth in the vier-glass, and was startled when he heard the bishop mutter something which he emphasised the fearful words, “into everlasting fire”. The dentist ventured to suggest that his lordship might feel rather uncomfortable at first but in a little time he would get used to them. Without appearing to notice the dentist, his lordship exclaimed, with tremendous vehemency, “Into ever lasting fire!” “But, indeed, my lord, if you have patience”, pleaded the dentist, “In a week’s time or so………..” “What do you mean?” inquired the prelate, turning around with a benignant smile. “Why should I have patience? The teeth fit me beautifully. It is the first time I have found myself able to pronounce the Athanasian Creed with distinctness for these twenty years.”
Source: Traralgon Record (Traralgon, Vic. : 1886 – 1932), Friday 30 Apr 1915
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