Litchfield enquirer., 1858-09-23
THE BARBECUE CAMP-MEET1NG

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 The smoking viands were arranged on the tables by scores of slaves and the throng pre- pared to commence the sumptuous meal when voice pealed from the pulpit. loud as tn" blast of trumpet in battle, "Stay, gentlemen and ladies, till the giver of the barbecue as,ls Gods blessing p
 Every heart started, every eye was directed to the speaker, and a whisperless silence ensr- cd, for all alike were struck by his remarkable appearance. He was almost giant in stature, though scarcely thirty years of age. His hair, dark as the ravens wing, flowed down his i'm mense shoulders in masses of natural ringlets
 his eyes, black as midnight, beamed like stars | over face pale as Paran marble, calm pas sonless, spiritual, and wearing singular, inde- final le expression. The heterogeneous crowd hunters, gamblers and homot ides, gazed in mute astonishment. The missionary prayed, bat it sounded like. no other prayer ever ad- dressed to Throne of Grace. It was the cry of naked soul, and that soul beggar for the bread and the water of heavenly life.
 r He ceased and not till then did become conscious of weeping. looked around through my tears and saw hundreds of faces wet as with rain
 "Now, my friends" said the missionary, "partake of Gods gifts at the table, and then come and sit down and listen to his gospel" It would be impossible to describe the sweet tone of kindness in which these simple words were uttered, that made him on the instant five hundred friends. One heart, however. in the assembly, was maddened by the evidence of the preachers wonderful power
 Col Watt Fornan exclaimed in sneering voice, Mr. Paul Denton your reverence has lied. You promised Us not only good bar becue, but better liquor Where is the liquor ?'
 "Therew answered the missionary, in tones of thunder, and pointing his motionless fngr- at the matchless Double Spring, gushing up il two strong columns, with sound like shout of joy from the bosom of the earth. "There,' he repeated, with look terrible as lightning while his enemy actually trembled at his feet "There is the liquor which God, the eternal, draws for all his children. Not in the simmer ing still, over smoky fires, choked with poison- ous gases, and surrounded with the stench of sickening odors and rank corruption, doth your Father in Heaven prepare the precious essence of life, the pure cold water. But in the green glade and grassy dell, where the red deer wan ders, and the child loves to play, there God himself brews it and down, low down in tie deep valleys, where the fountains murmer and the rills sing {; and high on the tall mountain tops, where the naked granite glitters like gold ill the sun, where the storm-cloud broods and the thupder-tones crash and far away out oh the wide, wide sea, where the hurricane howls music and the big waves roar the chorus, sweeping the march Of God,' there he brews it-that beverage of iae,y health-giving water. And everywhere it is thing of beauty geanl- ing in the dew-drop singing in the summer rain, smiling in the ice-gem, till the trees all seem turned to living jewels, spreading golden vel over the setting sun, or a white gauge around the midnight moon sporting in the cataract, sleeping in the glacier, dancing in the hail. shower folding its bright snow-curtains softly about the wintry world, and weaving the many colored iris, that seraphs zone of the sky, whose wool is he sun beam of heaven, all checkerrd over with celestial flowers by the mystic haltl of refraction. Still always it is beautiful--tiiat blessed lfe-water No poison bubbles on it's brink its foam brings not madness and mur- der no blood stains it's liquid glass pale wid- ows and starving orphans weep not burning tears in its clear depths no drunkard's shriek. ing ghost from the grave curses it in words of eternal despair Speak out my friends, would you exchange it for the demons driHk--alco- hol ?" y r63 ai ga tfs If
 A shout like the roar of tempest answer. ed Mo-" -;~.-e-l
 Critics need never tell me again that ba,>- woods-men are deaf to the divine voice of ei,,- quence, for saw at that moment the smissioi,- ary held the hearts of the multitude, as it were, in the hollow of his hand, and the popular feel ing ran in current so irresistible that even tie dnelst, Watt Forman, dared not venture a- other interruption during the meeting. 'rse camp meeting continued and revival attended it, such as never before or since was .witnessel in Texas.-Isras paper. .95a oit GF4
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