Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1855-12-08

house, and went in with u How dye do, Jesse Z"
and how, when Jesse asked him to take Il chair, he
said he could not stay a minute that the Lord
had sent him to annoint one of his sons for n king;
and how, when Jesse called in the tallcst and hand.
soonest, Samuel said che would not do" and how
ali the rest passed the same test and Mt last how
Samuel says; "Why, have not you any more sons,
Jesse " aud Jesse says, "why, yes, there is little
David down in the lot y and how, MS soon as ever
Samuel saw David, "he elashed the oil right on
to him p and how Jesse said, "hc never was 50
beat in all his life"
Father Morris sometimes used his illustrative
talent to very good purpose, in the way of rebuke.
lie had on his farm a fine orchard Of pea hes, from
which some of the ten or twelve ycar-old gentle
men helped themselves more literally than even
the old mans Kindness thought expedicnt.
Accordingly he took occasion to Introduce into
his sermon on Sunday, in his little parish, an ac-
count Of a journey he took and how he was very
"warm and very dry and how he saw a very
fine orchard of peaches that made his mouth water
to look at them. So" sal he, 81 came up to the
fence, and looking all around, for would not have
touched one of them without leave for all the
world at last | spicd a man, and says |, Mister,
won't you give me some Of your peaches ? so the
man came, and gave nigh about n hat full. And
while | stood there eating, l said Mister how do
you manage to keep your p~eachcsT Keep them
said he, and he stared at me what do meanT
Yes said |, don't the boys steal them 2 Boys
steal them,' said he no, indeed! why, sir,
said |, Il have Il lot full of peaches, and | cannot
get half of them,-here the old mans voice grew
remulous-'hecause the boys in my parish steal
them So why, sir said he, don't their parents
teach them not to steal p And | grew all over in
a cold sweat and told him, 4 was afcared they
didn't.' Why, how you talk said the man do
tell me where you livel Then" said Father Nor
ris, the tears running over, 81 was obliged to. tell
him ] lived in the town of c." After this Father
Morris kept his peaches.
Our old friend was not less original IN the logi-
cal than in the Illustrative portions of his discour-
ses. His logic was of that iamiliar c~olloquial kind
which shakes hands with common sense like nm
old friend. Sometimes, too, his great mind and
his great heart would be poured out in the vast
themes of religion, in language which, though
homely, produced all the effects of the sublime
lie once preached a discourse on the text, "the
High and Holy One that inhabiteth eternity ;" and
from the beginning to the end it was a train of lofty
and solemn thought. When in his usual simple
carncstness, and his great rolling voice he told
about ''tbe Great GOd-the Great Jehovall-and
how the people in this world were clustering and
worrying, afraid they should not get time to do
this, ard that, and t'other. But" he added, with
a full-hearted satisfaction, the Lord is never in a
hurry he has it all to do, but he hastime enough,
for he inhabiteth eternity" And the grand idea
of infinite leisure and almighty resources, was car
ried through the sermon with equal strength and
simplicity. Although the old man never seemed
to be sensible of anything tending to the ludicrous
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considerable relish for humor, and some shrewd-
ness at repartee. One time as he was walking
through a neighboring parish, famous for its pro.
family, he was stopped by a whole flock Of the
youthful reprobates Of the place
Father Morris, Father Morris the devils
dead ~
as be p said the old man, benignly laying his
hand on The head Of the nearest .rcin you
poor fatherless children :"
But the sayings and Goings Of this good old
man, as reported in the legends of the neighbor-
hood are more than can be gathered and reported.
lie lived far beyond the common age of man, and
continued, when age had impaired his POWERS, to
tell over and over again the same Bill le stories that
he had told SO often before.
Irecollect hearing of the Joy that almost broke
the old mans heart, when, after many years dill
gent watching and nurture of the good seed in his
parish, it began to spring into vegetation, sudden
and beautiful as that which answers the patient
watching Of the husbandman. Many Il hard,
worldly-hearted man-many n sleepy, inattentive
~hearer-many a listless, idle young person, began
to give ears to words that had long fallen unheed-
ed. a neighboring minister, who had been sent
for to see and rejoice in these results, describes
the scene, when, on entering the little church, he
found an anxious, crowded auditory, assembled
around their venerable teacher, waiting for direc-
ton and instruction. The old man was sitting in
his pulpit, almost choked with fullness of emotion
as he gazed around. Father said the youthful
n!lh'etcI' i supPusc So" uie lehuy ~ Bay Win ola
Simeon, Now, Lord, l%ettest thou thy servant de-
part in peace, for my eyes have seen thy saliva
ton" "Sartin, Sartia," said the old man, while
the tears stream down his cheeks, and his whole
frame shook with emotion.
1t was not many years after that this simple and
loving servant of Christ, was gathered in peace un-
to Him whom he loved. His name is fast passing
from remembrance, and in a few years his memo.
ry, like his humble grave, will be entirely grown
over and forgotten among men, though it will be
had in everlasting remembrance by Him who for
getteth not his servants" and in whose sight the
death Of his servants is precious.