The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1854-06-21

Fanny Fern went recently to hear Theo.
dore Parker. (the Abolitionist.) who enter
tains an audience every Sabbath day at tho
New Music Hall. Her impressions derived
from the occasion are thus stated
DO you call this Church Well, | heard
great singer here. few nights ago. and
bright eyes sparSled. and waving plumes kept
time TO moving fans-and opera-glasscs, and
ogling, and fashion. and folly reigned for this
once triumphant. / can't get up any devo-
ton here, under these latticed balconies. with
their fashionable freight. If it was good
old church. with cracked bell and unhewn
raftcrs, pine pulpit. with the honest sun
staring through the windows. itch-pipc in
the gallery, and few hob-nailcd rustics scat
tering round on the uncushioned seats, |
should feel right but my soul is in fctters
here-it won't soar-its wings are earth-crip-
pied. Things are too fine. Nobody can como
in at the door whose hat and coat arc unfash-
ionably cut. The poor man, minus a Sunday
suit. might lean on his staffin the porch long
while before he'd dare venture in to pick up
bis crumb Of tho bread Of life. But thank
God, the unspoken prayer Of pcnitcncc may
wing its way to the eternal throne. though
our nocking church spires point only with
aristocratic fingers to the rich mans heaven.
The hymn was beautifully read, there is
poetry in the preachers soul. Now he takes
his scat by the reading ng-desk-now he crosses
the platform and offers his hymn-book to a
female who has Just entered. What right has
he to know there is a woman in the house !.
Il isn't clerical Let the bonnets find their
own hymns.
Well, l take listening attitude, and try to
believe am in church. / hear great many
original, and great many startling things
said / see the gauntlet thrown at the dear
old orthodox Calvanistic sentiments which |
nursed in with my mothers milk, and which
(please Cody III cling to till die. see the
polished blade of satire glittering in the air.
followed by curious, eager. youthful eyes,
which gladly see the searching /" Sword Of the
Spirit parried. Meaning glances. smoth-
cred smiles. and approving mods, follow the
witty, clerical sally. The orator pauses to
mark the effect, and his face says. that stroke
tells. and so it did, for the Athenians are
not all dead who love to see and hear some new
thing. But he has another arrow in his qui-
yer. How his features soften-his voice is
low and thrilling. his imagery beautiful and
touching. lie speaks of human love; touch
es skillfully chord to which every heart Vi
brates, and stern manhood is struggling with
his tears ere his smiles are chased away
Oh, there's intellect there; there's poetry
there there's genius there; but remember
Gcthscmane forget not Calvary. know
the rocks were rent, and the heavens dark
encd. and the stone rolled away and cold
chill strikes to my heart, when | hear Jesus
Of Nazareth lightly remembered.
Oh what are intellect. and poetry. and
genius, when with Jewish voice they cry
" Away with him !"
With Mary, let me bathe his feet with
my tears. and wipe them with the hairs Of my
head.
And so | went away, sorrowful that this
human preacher. with great intellectual pos
sessions. should yet lack the "Ono thing
needful."