Bellevue gazette. [volume] (Bellevue City, N.T. [i.e. Neb.]) 1856-1858, 1857-12-03

CuIt-u-uuttl--tut iuSt VI WliCii, NY utut
brethering is the worst of all, and remns
me of a circumstance | once knew in the
State of lllenoy. There was man what
built hi u mill on the east fork of Agur
creek, and it was good null and ground Il
site of grain, but the man what built II was n
miserable sinner, and never Civ any thing
to the church and, my breethering, one
night thar come dreadful storm of wind
and rain and the fountains of the great
deep was broken up, and the waters rush.
ed down and swept that mans milldam
into kingdom come, and 10 and behold in
the morning when he got up he found he
was not worth dam. Now, my young
breethering, when storms of temptation
overtake ye, take care you don't full from
grace and become like that mans mill
not worth a dam; for they shall gnaw
file and flee unto the mountains Of Hep.
sidam, whar the lion roareth and the wang
doodle mourneth for its first born"
"Whar the lion roareth and the wan.
doodle monrneth for its first born" This
part of the text my breethering, is anoth-
er igger of speech, and it isn't to be
taken as it says. Ii doesn't mean the
howlin' wilderness, whar John the hard
shell Baptist was fed on locusts and wild
asses, but it means, my breethering, the
city of New Yorleans, the mother OF har-
lots and hard lots-whar corn is worth
six cents bushel one day and marry red
the next; whar mggers are as thick as
black bugs in a spoiled bacon ham, and
gamblers, thieves and pickpockets go
skting about the streets like weasels in a
barn yard--whar they have creaIn-color-
ed horses, gilded carriages, marble sal
oons with brany and sugar in em--whnr
honest men are scarcer than hens teeth,
and strange woman once TUX in your be-
loved preacher, and bamboozled him out
two hundred and ,wenty-seven dollars
in the twnkln' of sleeps tail: but she
can't do it agin, Hallelujah! for they shall
gnaw file and flee unto the mountains
of Hepsidam, whar the lion roareth and
the wang-doodle mournelh for It's Lrst
born"
My breethering I am captin of that
hat-boat you seed tied up thar, and I've
got aboard of her -four, bacon, and oats,
and potatoes and apples, and as good Mo-
nongahaly whiskey as you ever drank
and I'm mighty apt to get a big price for
it all. But what oh, my breethering,
would it all be wuth if | hadn't relidgionl
Thar's nothing like relidgion my breeth-
ering. It's better nor silver, gold and
IjimCracks and you can no more get to
heaven without it than jay bird can dy
without tail. Thank the Lord I'm an
unedecated man, my breethering, but I've
sarched the Scripters from Dan to Bur-
shebee. and found old Zion right S ide up
and hard shell reidgin the best of reid
gins. And is not like the Methodist
what expects to git into heaven by holor-
in hellfre: nor like the Universaist what
gifts upon the broad gage and goes the
whole hog: nor the United Brcc,hering
what takes each other by the seat of the
trowsers and tries to lift their selves into
heaven nor the Catherlicks what bnys thrn
tickets from the preests-but it may be
likened, my breethering, unto man who
had 10 cross a river, and when he got
thar the ferry boat was gone, and he JUS,
rolled up his breecheS and waded over
halIeujah! for "they shall gnaw a file
and flee unto the mountains of Hepsldam,
whar the lion roareth and the wang-dood-
lie mourneth for it's first born"
Pass the hat, brother Flint, and lei
every hard shell shell out. Amen.
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