Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1862-10-16
A Secesh Sermon.

! Ing tnelr movements uOWn inc MlSslS-
sippi river, was called on to deliver a
sermon, and he spoke as follows: 18
| Beloved brethren and sisters, you are
assembled to-day to discharge the most
important duty of your lives. The Yam
KEGS in 'chariots of fire. are caverting
and charging like the beasts with seven
head, and ten horns. spoken of by. St.
john Brother McNairy, make that
bloodhound of yours quit his improprie-
ties, or I'll expel him from the church,
even as Judas was cast out of the syna-
gogue)-the uncircumcised SONS Of the
Philistines are riding over the holy soil
| of the South in chariots of fire, even as
the chariots of Elijah and Aminadab,
and my soul waxeth 'fearfully and won
derfully mad Oh brethren, let US do
as King David, the sweet psalmist of Is
rael, did, when he arose and went after
his sling. (Stop, my brother, don't be
in such hurry to leave. i don't mean
a gin sling, but the sling of the just
made perfect which will send a rock
into the temples of Abraham Lincoln }
Brethren, let is see if we can't perforato
into the meaning of my text, ah! Curse
ye Me-rez ah My text suggests two
points the cowardice of a cuss, and the
cuss of cowardice.
Firstly, then, there is always coward
ice in q low onery cuss. A cuss is al
ways as full Of cowardice as our publish
ing house is Of piety, which, you know,
my brethren, is an extensively religious
concern, and publishes among other ex-
ccllent books, my great work on proph
ecy, called .Armageddon. Price one
dollar and fifty cents, ah! -r.ft
| Secondly. The cuss of ofcowardice. Who
my brethren and sisters is cuss of cow
ardice A cuss of cowardice is one who
bellows like bull of Bashan, In time
of safety, and then runs like 'fatted
calf in time of danger. There's Isham
G.. Harris, who issued proclamation a
few days ago talking about defending
the sanctity of our homes and wives, and
daughters, and dying in the last ditch
Yea, he cavortcd nightly, and shouted
as he smelt the battle afar off, but to-day
he roameth like disconsolate Wangdoo-
| die on the dark mountains of Hepsidam,
roaring for her first born, and will not
be comforted because they are not In-
stead of staying to fight that son of Be-
lial, Andy johnson, he is packing up
his duds for grand skedaddle My
brethren, he is cuss, and cuss Of
cowardice. ,sH.r9HJ
Then there i, Gideon Pillow, who has
undertaken contract for digging that
'last ditch Of which you have heard so
much. am afraid that the feathers
will fly whenever that case is opened,
and that Pillow will give us the slip.
The sword Of the Lord isn't the sword
, of Gideon Pillow, am certain, so I
: shall not bolster him up any longer.
Gideon is cuss of cowardice.
There is Wash Barrow, who has been
= handling millions of dollars, and staying
, cozily at home while 'lewd fellows of the
baser sort do the fighting. believe
that this Barrow belongs to the herd of
swine spoken of in the Testament, of
: whom the devil took possession Why
5 don's he bristls up at the Yankees? Does
, he want to save his bacon morn he
wants to save the South? If he does, he
ought to be we'll smoked. He, too, is
q cuss, and cuss of cowardicc.
r Then there is the vigilance committee
of Nashville, vigilant about what, I'd
5 like to know? AS 'vigilant as cat to
j steal cream guess, as the apostle Fal-
: staff says in his sermon to Prince Hal.
: Why don't they shoulder their muskets
0 and 60 out to fight the Yankees, instead
t of running off poor mechanics who havo
: no friends? Ny friends, they are all
cusscs, and cusses. of cowardice.
e My brethren and sisters, FL tell you
h who are not cusses Of cowardice. Myself,
the author of Armage geddon, DR.. McFar-
y rim, author of the Confederate Primmer,
7 DR.. Summers, author of the Confederate
Almanac, and brother Huston, who is
Y getting up a Confederate Bible. We are
not cusses Of cowardice. No stree!
My brethren, just get the Almanac,
r and look for that confederate eclipse Of
the sun, and then get down brother Mes
r Primer, and read that heavenly story
about the Smart Dixie Boy, then buy a
r copy of my Armageddon, for one dollar
o and fifty cents, and you'll fight like
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