The Davenport daily gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1856-1869, 1856-12-06
\ THk.pAILY GAZETTE
BISHOP BAsCoM.

-" BISHOP BASCOM.
~, Mllbura, tho Blind Prssaher aud
From new Work--'.Rfet Axe tand seddle
ise'1's Bags"
And now let me give you some facts
from the history OF one ot my friends,
whom loved well nigh as a father
oneof the noblest men that ever troi
hi. globe. He lett US nearly six
year, ago. Although one OF the
earliest he was in the field at sutti
Gently early date to entitle him to the
name ofa pioneer preacher
Hc too was specimen OF Young
America. for he began to preach at
tbe age of sixteen years. As re.
member, he had never received three
months schooling in his life. lie
was remarkably handsome. Fer i've
and twenty years he was called the
AnoIlo Of the West-aIbeit for a good
nbrtion Of the time Apollo in home.
s0nn He was one Of the gifted sons
ofgenius. Henry Clay, who should
have been good judge in such mat
tsrs. pronounced him the most eio-
ouept man be ever heard open his
lips.
Ihaye said he was very handsome,
and that, in the esteem Of many OF his
brethren, was equivalent to here8y
Ihaye known many well meaning
simpletons, who, to use their own ez-
PRESTON. couldn't abide him, because
he looked so like dandy" Many ot
the old brethren ofthe laity and cler
gy thought it wasn't in him to be a
preacher" Whenever they saw him
coming towards them with his inge
niusrtace and kindly carriage, their
countenances would lengthen to per-
petnal longitude, and utterlug what
they meant to be a Pious groan, they
would murmGr among themselves,
she'll never do. :
There was an old brother who, while
be shared this prejudice, nevertheless
felt some interest in the STRIPPING
blunted, indeed, must have been the
nature which refused response to the
generous spirit of my friend The old
gentleman took il upon himself to de
liver admonitory lectures on the sub
jects OF apparel and demeanor 10 the
candidate for orders. Henry, my
SON." he said, in a grutf, rebuking
tone, why don't YOU try to be like a
preacher, and look like q preachars-
You'll never he worth shucks as long
as you live"
Il don't mean anything by it,
modestly responded the young man
never have known 4 woman more
diaident than he was, except in pres
ence OF peril, where lion was never
bolder-''l can't help the way look
am Just the way God made me.
No you amt" responded the
senior, "you can help IT, Dress bet.
Ter, asd don't look so much like
top,"
! have to wear the clothes that are
given me you know | haveno money
10 buy new ones
III tina. is all, said the old man, !
can soon be fixed, Win you wear
apit Of clothes I'll have madei ior youi
Anything in the world rciointd
the other.
Very well, trust me. I'll make
7oa look like preacher.
! wish you would, with all nay
heart nothing would please Inc better,
said the iuture orator.
They parted, the young man going
to his work, the old man to see TO the
tailoring. At the end OF six weeks,
the appointed time, the young man
made disappearance. Theaged saint
standing in the midst Of a number 0!
friends whom he had summoned TO
witness the transformation ot his de
formed protege, rubbing his hands il
glee, pleased with his anticipation o.
success, pointed to a thicket Of bushes
behind which the new suit was dc
poslted--tor houses were small, aud
The only dressingroom was the timber.
Ihe re.appearance OF the young cler
gyuan in his canonicals was impa-
aently awaited. At length, attired in
hlsnew habiliments, with mally stride
ana noble person he approaches. The
o!d gentleman looks, then stares, un.
able to believe the evidences OF his
success. He hastens to meet the par
son, withdraws pace or two, ana
performs q circuit round him. Some
TICK has been played upon him these
are not the clothes he has caused t.
DC manufactured. Rushing up, he
tnrns the young man round and round
les, 1t is the very suit-copperas
homespun, d-belly coat, vest to
match, breeches as nearly alike d.
possible Whirling on his heel, his
cloHAtenance expressive oldisgust, NOR
uIcatIon and contempt, he eXcaims,
as he marches off, tut, tut, boy! there's
no nse in the world trying to do any
'aing with you. You look more like
Sa.doandynow than ever you didin your
One other incident Of his cyentul
career let me relate as he told It to me
nimself. He was preaching in &
mfge country church on a bright Sab
oath morning. The house was crowd
90 to its utmost capacity the win
lows were all open, one OF which was
immediately behind the pulpit, over
looking the rural graveyard. The
preacher was indulging in a dcscrip.
lloh OF the various typical forms and
manifestations W OF the Holy Spirit.
VINO that ever heard him in one oy
us happy moods, does not remember
Inc enchanting power OF his oratorv