The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1865-10-25

sion, is in the leds Of the Bible, sOmew hers
between the second Chronjkills and the lass
chapter of Timothy Titus, and when you
find it, you will find it in these words:
"And they shall gnaw a file and Zee in
to the mountains Of Hepsidam, ,-whar the
lion roaretb, and the whangdoodlc, mourn,
eth for its first born."a - .-. ar "a mi
Now, my, brethering, as j have. before
t'ld you, am an unedicated man, and
know nothing about grammar talk ard col
li1ge h,falutin but I'm a pl.in ;unlarns
preacher Of the Gospel, what's been fore
ordained called to expound the Scripture
to dyin wir'd, and prepare a perverse'
generation for the day Of wrath, "For
they shall gnaw file, and a e into the
mountains OF Heps;dam, whar the lio1t
roarcth, and the whangdoodle meurnetis
for its first born" . Ills .qEu-1 E. zs
Ny beluved brethering. the tex says Ia
they shall gnaw a file."s 1t don't. mean
they may, but they shall Now, there's
NOR n one kind Of a file. There's the
hand saw file, the rat tail file, single iilel
double file and profile but the kind of, fi!e
spoken Of isn't en-. Of them kind NEITHER,
because its figure # ST eech, my brethringt
and means goin' it alone and getting ukeer. :
ed, "for they snail gnaw file, and fee into
the mountains Of H. tpsidan, whar the lion
roare'h, and the whangdoodlc mourneth
for its first BORN .-s
And now, tn re will be some here with
fine close on their bax, brass rings on their
fingers and lard on their hair, what goes h r.
while thear young, and thar be brothers
hers what as long as thar constitutions a,rs.s
40 cent whiskey last, 90 it blind; and thar
be sisters here what when they get to b. 6
sixteen yeaas old, cut their tiilcrs and 90 itr
with rush; but brethering, take care you -
don't find when Gabriel blows his trump.
that you've all went it alone, and got ukcr
ed; ''for they shall guaw a file AM" ttteE
into the mountains of IIepsda,n, wbar the
Lon rOareth and the whangdoodle mourn
eth for it's first born" ..-,-..5.
And, my brethernz, there's more .,~......,,.. a.. y
besides H"psdam. There's Rotterdam,
Haddam, Amsterdam, and don't care.a dam g
the last Of which, my dear brethering, sis
the worst of all, and reminds me Of a cir.
cumstance | once knew IN the State OF
Michigan. There was man that built hin,
mill on the e st Fork of Manistee River,
and it was good mill, and ground site OF
grain, but the man what built it was mis- q
cradle sinner, and never gave anything To-
the church, and my bretheIing. one nighs;;
thar cum dreadful st,rm Of wind aud
rain, and the foundations Of the great deep
was broken up, and the waters rushctf
down and swept the mans mildam into
kingdom come, and 10 and behold-in the
morning when he got up, he found he was!
not worth dam. Now, my young friends.
when storms and temptations overtak You, q
take care you don't fall from grace, and be. 81
come Ike that old man not worth dam;
For they shall gnaw a Ale, and fec into2
the m Mountains Of Hepsidam, whar the lion
roare,h, and the whangdoodl, poarnatE f5a
its first born" ny .a as"o 9a} 9atogf
. Whar the whangdoodl. mourneth fer its !.
first born. This part Of the tex, my dear
brethering, is another fgger Of speech, and
is not to be taken as it says. 1t dosn't d,
mean the howlen Wilderness where John.
the Hard Shell Babtist, was fed on locus,s.
and wild asses, but it means, my bre,her-
ing, the city OF New Yorleans, the mother,
Of har!ots and hard lots---whar4 corn ISIS
worth six bits btsshel one day, and lsary
red the next whar niggers are as thick as
black bugs in a spoiled bacon.ham.; AMI
gamblers, thieves, and pick pockets 60 skn-
ing about the streets like wesz.ls iIi the.
barn yard; where they have cream colereiri
horses, gided carriages, marble saloons,i s!
with brandy and sugar in 'e,n-- whar honest |.
men are scarcer than hens teeth, and a 4
lstra~E~-wcu,~t, t.sel- i. yous- ~
preacher, and bau5oozlcd him out'n two
hun !rcd and twenty seven dollars in the
twinkle of shcepTs tail, But she cant do it
again. Hal.e'ujah for they shall gnaw.a a..
file, and flee into the mountains Of Hepsi-r
dam, whar the Hon roareth, and the whare-
doodle mo4rseth for its first born" .,.. :
Pass the hat Brother Flint, and let every.
hard shell shell out. Amen.