Litchfield enquirer., 1865-05-18

No man can die like Jesus i;
 Helay down in de grave, 's'
 He closed His eyes. He folded His arms, And died with a free good will.
 0 God he am de fader, M 5sR And Christ he am de son;
 Three Spirit and one God f And do, 5Lord, remember nc, {aa ~s; E A comforting lullaby this child's hymn must have been to the little sufferer who breathed his last. Many songs of the Freedmen are thus devoted to the grave and the death bed, and a kindred one with the last is the following: Eph re;{iia7 ssssit GRAVEYARD. r'sa.5s1faFI hs1s Oh! lay my body in de graveyard,
 Sing, oh graveyard! Pa3 Oh! lay my body in de graveyard,
 $. sa0h firing, Jerusalem. SoRSS i5g Hereis specimen of the shout song, cele- brating what it seems impossible to tell, unless 1t be @ baptism -..s .sasgs aasu 4s53 as1s
 Rain fall and wet Becka Lawton--oh!
 Rain fall ani wet Backa LawtonAoh!
 Rock back holy, oh l+1a SsfF9s s,s goi,ss Rock back slowly, oh! oa o3 ia. ss.I mus mus CT cry 9r nI1y' ssB gsfs,a zass;a agda And all cry holy. a'4 i9oa ds at After this the tune begins again, with a slight change of verse, declaring that the rain has wet all de members, or ;. dried Becka Lawton. Of higher and stronger characters are these very popular hymns ! aa
 JoRDAN's FIGHT. aael
 Oh,. Jordan's fight am good ole fight,
 And got but one more riber to cross, } And want some valiant soldier tls4f, To help me bear the cross. rg,sss sas Praise, member, praise God ;; aa 9sf@
 praise my God, until die;
 prais.y .-e.sbpr, Prufse uou, s
 's Till Preach my heavenly home. 5ag1 saa aABRIEL's TRUMpET. a'7't ffi4S4 gs Blow de trumpet, Gabriel! .eisss,ss{ qlo
 Blow loud and louder; e.;F; F.. @z1.i ssi want that trumpet to blow me home,
 To de new Jerusalem! n i'!t,f s' s.'" Paul and Silas bound in jail. f&'H
 Did sing Gods praise both night and day,
 want dat trumpet to blow me home, il@ To de new Jerusalem
 ? De taliest tree in Paradise
 De Christian call de tree of life;
 want that trumpet to blow me home,
 To de new Jerusalem t..,. .,..,.,ss.
 'Gabriels Trumpet is probably the most powerful hymn of it's class The sopg quoted belowis curious sacred harcaFole of the ne : gro boatmen of the Fort Royal isles: :37asaA .,af.lresisls ROW DE BOAT AsHo'. ae9'JsgsTf Michael, row de boat asho', .ss ,e.z4 .ti
 " Hallelnjah Hallelujahl e+.,s .a Wonder where my mudder go, ;! e4 sHallelujah 374# ti@E isa 9 p5s See my mudder on de rock gwine home, ! Hallelujah laanss fs, 49o ..a nsa sio On de rock gwine home in Jesus name,, ,,a otft' Halleluiah! sia On a sunny, spring.like Sunday, approaching the open doors of the Baptist Church of St. Helena, under the knarled and far-reaching arms of the messed live oaks which bend their funeral tresses over the tombs of the former owners of the plantations, the following simple strain, common household melody of the freedmen, reaches the nearer like an humble but sweet fragrance -f. sa....- . Y Ogo, my sister, go tell my Lord. ... sa 798 Ogo, my sister, go tell my Lord, sBFsfi 0go, my sister, go tellmy Lord, s s,s,;,s, Belieber hab a home at last! 9sbi :. |. I'm hunting fora city to stay awhile, u
 I'm hunting for city to stay awhile, ,a #n I'm hunting for city to stay awhile, sf .5 bsAh !ibelieber hab a home at last 'a.s aiaThis stra.n is not distant in spirit and tune from some adopted into the white reyivals and prayer meeting, such as the one called q have ,ag Father in the Promised Land, etc., style of melody apparently inspired by the negro. The same may be said of other compositions, in the hyiinnnal of enthusiastic religions, { sl TheF spiritual shynns' quoted are evidently but those of g community, and it is presumable that other plantations throughout the South have distinctive hymus and songs not less, and perhaps more, interesting. Where there has been such general tendency to musical expression as among the negroes, it would be next to impossible to trace out any one con- poser What black Foster was the creator of the family of strange and pretty tuaes which haunt. the musical traveller in his journeys South The inglorious musician (if SD ch4 there may have beenl rest, perhaps, in some trodden or overgrown corner, without even a wooden head stone or.an undecipherable epitaphs for there is ao oblivion like that of slavery. These melodies of genius, more popular than ind vidual, which have gathered theme and text |from all quarters, according to the mood of the |,siDgers,y must be- staien for what they are- popular songs in the simplest and widest sense |of the peasantfy of America. ...s !. ,,.8
 Oh grass grown in de graveyard. iaF Sing, oh! gfaveyard ]! ss'a iS 'ss N bvsiai0 0hI grassyardg you oaght4o know me, k sscw Ring oh Jerusalem.i :ssi s~ .aswes .ya Don't get weary, member, for dis worlds most done, is another patheticlrefmin. nas.:s.t aa No man can hinder me- Religions 50 sweet Tho weary ysta ! Yes, my Lord, I Eesne, and like sentsnces. serse as illustrative )tisles to repeating chcruses. of which they form | the chief part. The Angel Gabriel, The Last IfumpeEa Mary and Martha, Jofdon, Zion, Aaaea &ess are eneSersuding themes in. the 'alack 1ymnelo9Ys .ssUakuuqs ssse5 lasEA r@ RoII. JoRpAEssk nvoaL gishiw Littls children, .sittin' on de tree of life, 10 hearss when Jordan roll. lssa asaRoll, Jordan, roll ], Jordan; a sos ss Ii aia Rolii JordaB roll sqtsa gsssa sol bssasE
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