The Feliciana Democrat. (Clinton, La.) 1855-186?, 1856-03-01
Tbe ftIitianll Democrat


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Whar no wood Is, there the Fire goclll gu IT,
And they played on SimbOlS, Dulcimers,
Jewsharps, and DemljOhns. s5sB H
The following discourse, delivered by
that 'same old COON" the captain of a Mis-
sissippi fat boat, at a Hard Shell Baptist
protracted meeting at Tinicum, on Thurs
day evening last, was phonographically re-
ported expressly for the Murcury by Samuel
the Scribe who was one of the anxious in
curriers' on that solemn and interesting oc-
casion
My FRIENps: Since ! had the pleasure
NV holdin forth to the heightened an hea-
flemish rapscallions NV Brandon, Mississip-
pi, on the subjcck-" An he played on a
harp NV thousand strings, sperrets Of just
men made perfeck"-- the sperrit hath NOV
cd me to take up my bed and travel and
after visiting divus places, an propagatin'
the Gospill to varus nominations, / have at
last fetched up bless the Lord, 'mong the
Hard Shells Of Tinicum. My tex thise even
in my brething, will be found somewhar
tween the books Of Providence an Milk
izedick Il think the formcr) an when found
it will read somewhat near as follows ::
'Whar no wood is, there the fire goeth out,
AN they played on SYMBOLS, dullsimors,
jewsharps and dimmyjons'.
Now, my brethcring, I'm gwine to say to
you as said TO the Brandonians on for
mcr 'casion, I'm not an educated man, but
bless the Lord, Pm mighty relgush man,
man what's born agin-onc what speri-
anna1 %ho hall, frln aud tunk raItaun
the natral way--for 'whar no wood thar
the fire goeth out-and they played Oh the
SYMBOLS, dnllsimers, .jcwsharps and dimmy-
Now, my brethering, p'rhaps somo NV ye
are wondering an axing yourselves what
denominashun longs to. Well my friends,
I'm a plain spoken man, although | SEE it,
myself, as oughtentto say it, an III tell yer
what swayshun longs to- Perhaps some
on yc thinks I'm Mormon some on ye,
peradventure, spisshuns I'm Millerite
some more on We may kalkelatc I'm Meth
odiss an others NV We may imbidc theI
noshun that ar Free Lower; bnt | tells
ye, my brethering, you are all confoundedly
coniumbustercated if ye thinks any SIGH
thing; for, in the language of the tex:
"Whar no woods is, thar the fire goeth out
and they played on SYMBOLS, dulsimcrs.
jcwsharps and dimmyjohns.
Somehow, oilers tuck amazing likin, to
the Baptists, specially to the hard shells
: not because I'm particularly fond Of cold
water; for, my brethering I'm not one NV
them ar sort o'Christians that repudiates
good whiskey, or looks gift horse in the
mouth. Thar's the Rach-shclls, the soft
shells, the clam shells, an great many 9TH
er kind NV shells. but, my brethering, next
to the hard shells, give me the man that
shells out literally when the contribushun
box goes round-for, Whar no wood is,
thar the fire goeth out'-and they played
on SYMBOLS, dulsimers, jewsharps and dim
myihons.
Now, my brethering, having told you
what swayshun longs to, I'm gwyne to ex-
emaicate and lucidate on my tex, whicbsez
-'whar no wood is, thar the fire goeth
out etc. Ny brcthering, don't spose for
the sixteenth part Nv minute that the fire
we read NV in the scripters will go out bekase
thars no wood I? No, my Christshun
friends, so long as the supply Of anthersite
and birthstone hold out, it won't'make a a
diff NV difference whether thar's any wood
or not--the fire will be kept burning for,
they played on SYMBOLS, dulsimers, .jewsharps
and domnWj hons.
My brethering, when accordin' to the text
| SEE, 'theysplayed on SYMBOLS, dulsimers, jew
siarPs aud dimmyjhons,' mean that good
and perlick aperrits-them nv the sixth
speer-plays on the SYMBOLS and aulcimcrs,
and the bad sperrets, what lives in the low
er speers, plays on the jewsharps and dim
myibons, specially the dimmyjhons-for,
.WA lar no wood is thar the fire goeth out
and they played'-brethering, smell a
mice! Thar's Judis in this congregashun,
sure as you are living sinners, and he must
be dispelled! All, told you so. Thar he
is, yonder, on that high sect thar, near the
stove. That weazeniaced sinner in the bar
skin bang up-a VIOLIN bars clothing set
ting thar as innocent as possum up sim
mon tree, reporting my lectur phrenologic-
allyn
At this juncture all eyes were fixed upon
our reporter, who also began to Smell a
mice" and hastily thrusting his notes in the
pocket of his "barskin bang-up" vamised
through side window, surrounded by al
blaze of glory and at least hundred hard