Daily American organ. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1856, 1856-02-04
Nhar no Wood is, there the Fire Goeth
Ont+-And they Played ON SYMBOLS, Dull
cisners, Jewsharps, and Demijohns.

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The following discourse, delivered by that usame
old coon" the captain of Mississippi fat boat at
d Hard Shell Baptist protracted meeting at Tint
cum, on Thursday evening last, was phoRographi-
cally reported expressly for the Mercury, by 'Sam
uel the Scribe, who was one of the anxious inqui-
rers on that solemn and interesting occasion:
MY FRIENDS; Since had the pleasure NV hold
in forth to the benighted an heathenish rapscal-
lions NV Brandon, Mississppy, on the subjeck-
An he played on harp NV thousand strings,
sperrets of just men made perfeck the speTit
hath moved me TO take up my bed and travel an
after visiting divus places, an propagatin the Cos
fill TO varus nominations have at last fetched up,
bless the Lord, 'mong the Hard Shells of Tinicum.
ny tex this evenin', my brethering, will be found
somewhat tween the books of Providence and
hillkizedick tI think the former an when found
it viii read somewhat near as follows
Whar no wood is there the fire goeth out
an they played on SYMBOLS, dulsiners, jewsharps,
and dimmyjohns." ynE
Now, my bretherng, I'm gwine to say to you
as said to the Brandonians on a former casion,
I'm not an educated man, but bless the Lord, Pm
mighty relgush man, man what's born agin-
one what spcrienced the holy ghost, and tuck re-
igun in the natral way--for har no wood is,
thar the fire goeth out---and they PLAYED on sim
bols, dulsimers, jewsharps, and dimmyjohns.
Now, my brethering, p'rhaps some Nv ye are
wondering an axing yourselves what denominashun
/ longs to. Well my friends, I'm plain spoken
man, although sez it myself as oughtent to say it.
an Ill tell yer what swayshun longs to. Perhaps
some on We thinks I'm a Mormont some on We,
peradventure, spisshuns I'm a Millerte; some
more on We may kalkelnte I'm a Methcdiss, an
others Nv ye may imbide the noshun that I ar a
Free Lower; but tells ye, my brctherng, you
are all confoundedly confumbustercatedi fye thinks
amy sich thing for, in the language of the tex :
',Whar no wood is, there the fire goeth out'-and
they played on SYMBOLS, dulsimers, jewsharps and
dnmyjohns. 49, +. 49,. ..3r s#sses.
" Somehow, ! oilers tuck amazin' lkin' to the
Baptists, specially to the hard shels--not because
I'm particularly fond ofcold water; for, my breth
ering, I'm not one NV them are sort o. Christians
that rcpudiates good whiskey, or looks gift host
III the mouth. Thar's the Rach-shells, the aof
shells, the clam shells, an great many other kline
NV shells, but, my btethering next to the hare
Shells give me the man what shells out libberly
when the contribushun box goes round-for,
Whar no wood is, thar the fire goeth out--and
they played on SYMBOLS, dulsimers, jewsharps and
dmmyjohns. Hf ss4ss a1gJ
Now, my brethering, having told you what
swayshun longs to, Pm gwyne to exemficatr
and lueidate on my tex, which sez--A' Whar NO
wood is, thar the fire goeth out &c. My brother
ing, don't s'pose for the sixteenth part NV minni
that the FIRE we read NV in the scripters viii &c
out bekase thar's no wood? No, my Christshur
friends, SO long US the supply OF anthersite anC
birthstone holds out, it won't make diff NV bitter
cuce whether thar's any wood or not--the fire vii
be kept burning, for They played on SYMBOLS dull
sinners, jewsharps, and dimmyjohns.'
Ny brethering, when, accordin' to the tex,
SEE, they played on SYMBOLS, dulsmers, jewsharps
and dimmyiohns,' / mean that the good and per
tick spernts-them NV the sixth speer-plays on
the SYMBOLS and dulsimers, and the bad sperrits,
what lives in the lower specrs plays on the jews.
harps and dimmyohns, specially the dimmyjohns,
Tor, Whar no wood is, thar the fire goeth out,
and they yed-brethering, | smell . micel
Thar's a Judis in this congregashun, sure as you
are living sinners, and he must be dispelled All
hadn'tI told you so? Thar he is, yonder, on that
high sect thar, near the stove. That weazen-faced
sinner in the barskn bang up--a wolf in bars clio
thng-setting thar as innocent as a possum up
'simlnon tree, reporting my lectur phrenologi
callyln m
At this juncture all eyes were fixed upon our
reporter who also began to "smell mice" anc
hastily thrusting his notes in the pockets Of hi:
barskin- bang-up," vamosed through side window
surrounded by blaze of glory and at least hun
decd harlshells.