Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1856-01-08
That .Harp of a Thousand strings.n

So many of our readers have desired to have
a copy of the following amusing burlesque,
that we cannot refTasn from gratifying theIn
As general rule, nothing which can throw
ridicule upon religion, or which is calculated
to bring into contempt any sincere sect oil
Christians, however peculiar nay be Its ldio-
syncracies, shall ever find place ID our col
umns; just as we are determined scrupuiousiy
to exclude from them every thin whlchs
read in the family circle could raise blush on
the cheek of modesty, or excite sentiment
of disgust in the mind of refinement. But
there something of an intangible and irreslst-
humor in the following which puts foil upon
its otherwise Objectionable features, exciting
equally the risibes of "Hard- Shells, 'Pisca
palians," and "Methodists." 1t was 'got up,
as stated few days since in this paper, by j.
s. MORRIS, Esq, of Port Gibson, Ass.-LED.
BULLITIN,1
81 may say to you, my breethring, that am
not an edecated man, an am not one o. them
as believes that edecation is necessary for
gospel minister; fur believe the Lord EIDE
Gates his preachers jest rs he wants EN- to be
edecated and, although l say 1t that oughtn
to say it, yet in the Ststeot Indianny, whar
live, thar's no man as gifts bigger congrega-
ton nor what gifts.
"Thar may be some here to-day, my breethring,
may say to you, my breethring, that I'm Hard
shell Baptist Thar's some folks as don't like the
Hardshell Baptists but I'd Futher hey hard smell
as no shell at all You see me here to day, my
breethriug, drest up in fine close you houI
think wos proud; but am not proud, my ofeeth'
ring and although I've been preacher Nv tne
gospel for twenty years, and although I'm capslns
that fat boat that lies at yure landi1g, IN not
proud my breethring.
"Pm not gwne 10 tell you edzactl5 whar my
! text may be found; suffice it tn say, IT'S IN the
| leds of the Bible and you'll find it somewhat
tween the first chapter of the book of Generations
and the last chapter of the book OF Revolutions;
and eff you'll 60 and sarch the Scriptures as nave
sarched the Scriptures, you'll not only hnd my teAt
thar, but great many other texes as will do you
good TO read an my tex, when you shili hnd 1t,
| you shill find it to read thus
: And he played on harp Nv thousand
| strings-sperts OF just men made perfeck.
''My tex, my breethrng leads to speak Nv sperits
! Now, thar's great many kinds OF speriIs III the
world-in the fust place. thaI's the sperts as some
folks call ghosts; then thar's the sperits OF tur-
pentme and then, thar's the sperits as some folks
| call liouor-and I've got as good artikle Of them
kind OF sperits on my hatboats as ever was fotch-
! ed down the Mississippi river; but thar's great
many other kinds of sperits, for the tex SEE HE
| played on harp NV a thousand strngs-sperits OF
| Just men made perfeck.
But I'll tell you the kind Nv sperlts as is ment in
the text It's fire. That is the kind of sperits as is
ment in :be text my breethring. Now thar's a
great many kinds of fire in the world. In the fust
| place, thar's the common sort Nv fire you lite
segar or pipe with, and then thars camp hire, hire
| before youse reddy and fall back, and many other
| kinds of fire, for the tex SEE: He played on
harp Nv a thousand strings-sperits OF just men
made perteck.
utPIl tell YOU the kind of fire as is ment in
A. ~, ball E..t NJ b.rll fht
kind NV FIRE as a great many Nv you'll come TO, Ell
| you don't do better nor what you have bin dom
| for He played on harp Nv Thousand strings
| speerits OF just men made perfeck.'
"Now, the different sorts of fire in the world may
| be Hkened onto the different persuaSions in the
world. In the fust place, we have the Piscapailons;
and they are high sailiu and highialutin' set;
and they may be Ikened unto turkey buzzard
that flies up into the air; an he goes till he looks
no bigger than your finger NALL an the fust thing
you know, he comes down and down and down an
down and is film himself on the karkiss dead
boss by the side Nv the Toad-and He played on
a harp Nv a thousand strings, sperits of just men
made perfeck.
"And then thar's the Methods, and they may be
Hkenend into the squirrel runnin up into tree for
the Methods believes in gwine on from one degree
Nv grace to another, and finally on to pereckshun,
and the squirrel goes up and up and he jumps from
lin to lin and branch to branch, and the fust
thing you know he falls and down ne Gums ker
hummux, and thar's like the Methods, for they is
alters faIln' from grace, ah And-'He played on
harp of thousand strings-speTits NV just men
made perieck.'
"And then my breethring thar's the Baptist alb |!
and they bev been likened into Possum on sim
on tree, and the thunder may roll, and then the
cart, may quake but that possum clings there still
alb And you may shake one foot loose, and the
Others thar, and you may shake all feet loose,
and he laps his tail around the lm,' and he clings
furever, for-'He played on harp Nv thousand
strings-sperits of just mnn made perfeck
Here the reporter could no longer contain INN"
self, and his notes became entirely unintellg-
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