Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1854-10-20

DOUGLAS MISSION, August 1854
Last week-the Lord be praised for all His merces
To His unworthy servant-I arrived
Safe at the Mission, via Wesport; where
/ tarricd over night to aid in forming
A Vigilance Committee, to send back,
In shirts of tar and feather-doublets quilted
With forty stripes save one, all Yankee corners,
Uneircumcised and GENTLE aliens from
The Commonwealth of Israel, who despse
The prize of the high calling of the saints,
Who plant amidst this heather wilderness
Pure gospel institutions, sanctifed
BY pariarcla use. The meeting opened
With prayer, was most fitting Half an hour,
Or thereaway, my soul was exercised
With strong beseechugs that the Lord would make us
Terrible as the flaming sword of old,
To drive back from Eden all free sOilers
Bentonan democrats and Seward wings;
And, as groaned and wrestled, loi the power
Fell on the people and they cried Amen!"
Glory to Cod! and stamped and clapped their hands
And the rough river b0amen wiped their eyes;
Go it. old hoss they cried, and cursd the niggers
Fulfilling thus the word Of prophecy,
Cursed be Canaan After prayer, the meeting
Chose a oommittee-good and pious men
Presbyterian elder, Baptist deacon,
A local preacher, three or four cass-l leaders,
Anxious inquirers and renewed back siders,
A score in ALTO watch the river ferry,
Gas they of Old did watch the fords of Jordan)
And cut off all whose Yankee tongues refuse
The Shibbolt tn of the Nebraska Bill.
And then, in answer to repeated calls,
i gave brief account of what saw
In Washington; and truly many hearts
Rejoced to know the President and you
And General Gushing, regularly hear
The gospel message of a Sunday morning,
Drinking with thirsty souls of the sincere
Milk of the word. GlOryi Amen and Selahl
Here, at the Mission, all things have gone well;
The brother who throughout my absence, acted
As OYerseer, assures me that the crops
Never were better have lost one negro,
irstrate hand, but obstinate and sullen;
He ran away some time last spring, and hid
In the river timber. There my Indian converts
Found him, and freed and shot him. For
The heathens round about begin to feel
The influence of our pious ministrations
And works of love; and some of them already
Have purchased negroes, and are settling down
As sober Christiansl Bless the Lord for this!
know it will rejoice you You, hear,
Are on the eve of visiting Chicago,
To fight with the wild beasts of Ephesus,
Long John and Dutch Free Sellers. May your arm
Be clothed with strength and your tongue be found
The sweet oil of persuasion. So desires
Your brother and co-laborer. Amen!
P. S. ALPS lost Even while write these lines,
The Yankee aboitionists are coming
Upon us like lood-grim, .stalwsrt men,
Each face set like flint of Plymouth rock
Against our misunderstanding out
Their farm lots on the wooded Wakarnsa,
Or squatting by the mellow bottomed kanzas-
The pioneers of mighter muttudes-
The small ran-patter ere the thunler-shower
browns the dry prairies. Hope from man is not
Oh, for a quiet berth at Washington
Snug naval chaplaincy or clerkshp, where
These rumors of free labor and free soil
Might never meet me more. Better to be
Doorkeeper in the White House, than TO dwell
Amidst these Yankee tents, that whitening, show
On the green prairie, like fleet becamed.
Methnks hear voice come up the river
From those far bayOus, where the alligators
Mount guard ar 1und the camping fibusters:
Shake off the dust of Kanzas. Turn to Cuba,
(That golden orange just about to fall
Der ripe, into the democratic lap.)
Keep pace with Providence, or, as we say,
Manifest destiny. $50 for, h and follow
The message of our gospel, thither borne
Upon the point of Quitman's bowie knife,
And the persuasive lips of Colts reyolyers,
There mayst thou underneath thy vine and fig-tree
Watch thy increase of sugar-cane and negroes
Calm patriarch in his Eastern tent''
Amen! So mote it be- So prays your friend.