A young man presented himself to the presiding elder of the Methodist Church and said he desired to become a preacher. On being questioned by his ecclesiastical superior, he replied that the night before he had seen in the sky, written in large characters of gold, the letters P. C.—”Preach Christ.” As the presiding elder knew the young man well as a person, very excitable, and otherwise utterly unfitted for the work of the ministry, he said to him, “But, my young brother, you are mistaken. P. C. does not mean, in your case, Preach Christ. It means Plow Corn. It will be your calling, and you will be doing God’s will most truly if you continue to help your father on the farm.”