The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1855-09-11

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A CURIOUS SERMON.

The Brandon, mississippi, Register, re-
ports the following curious Sermon preached
at the town of Waterproof, not far from
Brandon:
| may say to you, my breethering, that |
am not an edecated man, an Pm not one o.
them as 'bleeves edecation is Necessary rfor a
Gospil minister, fur / believe the Lord edecates
his preachers jest as he wants em to be ede-
Gated, an though say it that ortn't to say it,
yit in the State of Indyany, whar live, thar's
no man as gifts bigger congregashun nor wot
/ gifts. ies
/" Thar may be some here to-day, my bree-
thering, as don't know wot perswashun Pm
nv. Well, may say to you, my breethering
that Pm a Hardshel Baptist. Thar's some
folks asdon't like the hard-shell Baptists, but
I'D ruther hey a hard she'll as no shell at ALL
You see me here to-day, my breethering, drest
up in fine close; you mout think I wus proud;
but | amt proud, my breetherins, and althow
u hev bin preecher of the Gospil fur twenty
years, and althow I'm Capting of the lat-boat
that lies at yure landing, I'm not proud, my
breethering.
''Im not gwine to tell you elzact1y whar
my tex may be found suffice it to say, it's in
the leds of the Bybel, and you'll findi it sum
whar atween the first chapter of the book of
Generations, and the last chapter of the book
of Revolutions, and eff you'll go and sarch the
Scripters as l have sarched the Scripters, you
will not only find my tex thar, but crate
menny uther texes as will du yu good to read,
an my tex when you shill tind it, shill reed
thus:
And he played on harp NV thousand
strings-spelrits NV Just men made parfeck.'
Gs 4Io,., loo IL toc Of
lsperrits Now, there's CRATE many kind of
Isperrits in the world--in the fust place, there
lis the sperrits of tarpen tine, and then thar's
the sperrits as sum folks calls licker an I've
got as good am artickel ov them are kind Of
sperrits as ever was fotched down the Massis-
Isippi river but there is CRATE many uther
kind of sperrits, for the tex seZ: he played on
"a harp of th-o-1t-sand strings, sperrits Of just
men made parfeckH
But I'll tell you the kind of sperrits as is
ment in the tex it's FIRE. That's the kind oV
sperrits as is ment in my tex, my breethering
Now there's a great many kinds of fire in the
world In the fl1st place, thar's the common
sort of fire you lite your sggar or pype with,
then thars cam fire, fire before yure reddy, an
fire an fall back, and many uther kinds ov
fire, fur the tex sez: 'He played on a harp ov a
thousand strings-sperrits ov just men made
parfeck.'
But I'll tell you the kind ov fire as is ment
in the texts HE'LL FIRE! and that's jest the
kind ov fire CRATE menny oy you'll cum to,
eff you don't do better nor whut you hev been
a doin', fur--He played on harp ov thou
sand strings-sperrits of just men made
parfeck
Now, the deterrent sorts ov fire in the uny
yarse may be hkened unto the different per
lswasions of Christians in the world. In the
fust place we hey the Piscaparons, an they
are high sailin, and hi falutin set, and they
lmay be likened unto a turkey -buzzard, that
tfize dp into the air, and he goze up an up till
he gifts no bigger nor your finger nail, and the
mex thing you know he Gums dowd and down,
and down, and down, and is a film himself up
on the rotten karkiss ov dead hoss by the
side ov the road, and-'He played on harp of
a thousand strings, sperrits Of just men made
parfeck.
" And then thar's the Methedises, and they
be lkened unto the squrl, .runnin up tree,
fur the Methedises bleeye in. gwine on frum
one degree Of grace to anuther, and finally on
to perfecshun, and he goes up, and up, and he
Jumps from limb to limb and frum branch to
branch, and the fust thing you no he falls, and
down he Gums ker flummux and that's Jest
like the Methedises for they are alters falling
lIoLn SIace-dn! dIlu- Ie pay GU Oh d naI' Ol
thousand strings-sperrtts of just men made
lparfeck.'
''And then, my breethering thar's the Bap-
tists-ah! and they hev been ikened unto pos
sum up on a persmmon tree and the thunder
may roll, and the earth may quake, but that
possum clings there still-ah! And you may
shake one foot off, and uther ones will be thar,
and you may shake all loose, and he laps his
! tail around the limb and he clingS and he
clings forever-ahl for-'He played on harp Of
a thousand strings-sperrits ofjust men made
parfeck ? -