The daily Minnesota pioneer. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1854-1855, 1855-03-10

shouted, "Fetch me the meat instantly, or I'll
fill your own stomach with dinner Of lead |
and steelr'
This was the ultimafum Of one whose au-
thority was the only law, and the planter obey
ed without murmur. The smoking viands |
were arranged on the table by q score OF |
slaves, and the throng prepared to commence
the sumptuous meal, when voice pealed from |
the pulpit, loud as the blast of trumpet, IL |
battle, "Stay, gentlemen and ladies, till the
giver Of the barbecue asks Gods blessingr
Every ear started, every eye was directed |
to the speaker, and whisperless silence en-
sued, for all alike were struck by the remarka-
ble appearance. He was almost giant in |
stature, though scarcely twenty years Of age;
his hair, dark as the ravens wing, flowed dow
his immense shoulders in masses of natura.
ringlets more beautiful than any ever wreatheo
around the jeweled brow of a queen by the la
bored achievements of human art; his eyes
black as midnight, beamed like stars over u
face as pale as parian marble, calm, passion
less, spiritual, and wearing singular inde6na-
bic expression. such as might have been shed
by the light of dream from paradise, or the
luminous shadow of On angels wing. The
heterogeneous cloud, hunters, homicides, gam
blers, gaZed in mute establishment.
The missionary prayed, but it sounded like
20 other prayer ever addressed to the throne
Of the Almighty. 1t Contained no encomiums
on the splendor of the Divine attributes; no
petitions in the tone of commands; no prisons
for distant places, times or objects; and i'm
Piled instruction as to the administration or
| the government of the universe. 1t related
exclusively to the present people and the pres
ent hour; it was the cry of the naked soul, and
that soul was beggar for the bread and wa
ter of heavenly life.
He ceased, and not till then did bee ONE
conscious Of weeping. Looked around through
my tears, and saw q hundred faces wet as with
| ain"
Now, my friends, partake of Gods gifts at
the table, aud then come and sit down and lis.
ten to his gospel.
1t would be impossible to describe the sweet
tone of kindness in which these simple words
were uttered, that made him on the instant five
hundred friends. One heart, however, in the
assembly, was maddened by the evidences of
the preachers wonderful powers. Col. Watt
FOeman exclaimed in sneering voice: "Mr.
Paul Denton, your reverence has lied. You
promised US not only good barbecue, but
better liquor. Where is your liquor ?"
"There !" answered the missionary. in tones
OF thunder, and pointing his motionless finger
at the double spring, gushing up in two strong
columns, with sound like a shout of Joy from
the bosom Of the earth. '"There !" he repeated,
with look terrible as lightning, while his en-
envy actually tremhled at his feet There is
the liquor, which God the eternal brews for all
his children u
mot in the simmering still over smoking
fires, choked with poisonous gases, and sur
rounded with the stencil of sickening odOrs
and rank corruption, doth your father in hea-
ven prepare the precious essence of life.-pure
cold water. But in the green glade and glas-
sy dell, where the red deer wanders and the
child loves to play, there God himself brews it;
and down, low down in the deepest valleys,
where the fountains murmur and the rils sing
and high upon the mountain tops where the
naked granite gitters like gold in the sun,
where the storm cloud broods, and the thunder
storms crash, and away far out on the wide,
wide sea- where the hurricane bowls music and
big waves roar the chorus, d" sweeping the
march of God"-there lie brews it, that bevo-
rage of life, health-giving water.
"And everywhere it is thing Of beauty, cleaning
in the dew drop, singing in the rain, shining
IN the ice-gem, till the trees turned to living
Jewels-spreadng golden veil over the setting sun,
or white gauze around the midnight moon, sport
ing IN the Cataract, sleeping in the glacier, dancing
IN the hail shower, folding bright snow curtains soft
" above the wintry world, and weaving the many
coored iris, that saraph's zone Of the sky, whose
warp is the rainbow Of earth, whose woof the sun.
beam Of heaven, all checkered DER with celestial
flowers, by the mystic hand Of iaritcati0n Still al
ways it ia beautiful, that blessed cold water. No
poison bubbles its foam; it brings madness and
murder; no tl"od stains its liquid glass; pale Wild
ows and sta wing orphans weep not bu. ming tears in
its clear depths; no drunkard's shrickne ghost from .
the grave curses it in words Of despair. Speak out,
my friends, would you exchange it for the demons
drink, alcoholic"
shout like the roar Of the tempest answered
Critics need never tell me again that back.woods-
men are deaf to the divine voice Of eloquence; for
saw, at that moment, the missionary held the hearts
Of the multitude, it were, in the hollow Of his
hand; and the popular feeling in current ir
resstibe, that the duelist Watt Foeman, dared
not venture another interruption during the meeting.
have just reviewed my report Of that singular
speech IN the foregoing .ketch, but alas have ut
tery failed TO convr, the tul impression, nay
.On and imagi nation nce,ed it. The language, to
Ike sure, is there-thai l never would iorget-but it
lacks the Spirit the Of unu,terabe pathos, the
cadence OF mournlul music alternating with the
crashes OF terrible power; it lacks the gesicuation,
now graceful AS the play Of golden willow in the
wind, and anon violent the motion Of the noun
tam pine IN the hurricane; lacks that pale face,
wrapped in its dreams Of The spirit land, and those
nnath, mable eyes flashing light such never
h+amed from sun or star, and than all, it lacks
the magnetism OF the mighty soul that seemed to df
fuse itself among the hearers a view less Of
electricity, penetrating the brain like secret fire
urlting all hearts, by its mastering evoiutons-
The calnp-mreting continued, and revival attend.
ell it. such As never before since, was witnessed
IN the forests Of Texas. But unfortunately, on the
last day Of the exercises, arrived on the ground
that neighboring farmer had been murdered, and
his wife and children carried away by the Indians
The young missionary sprang into the pulpit, and
proposed the immediate organization of company to
pursue the savages. The suggestion being adopted,
the mover himself was elected to lead the parry
After several days Of hard riding, they overlook the
barbarous enemy in the grand prairie. The mission
airy charged foremost in bis troops, and having per.