Daily State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1861-1865, 1865-09-19
Another Psalm from thc Harp os the
Thousand Strings.

Nv Beloved Brethering and Sistern-l an
unlarnt preacher, of whom you've no doubt
hsSrn before, and now appear to expound the
Scriptures, and pint out a narrow way which
leads from vain world to the streets of the
Jeroosaem. and nv tex; which shall chuse for
the occasion ia in the leGs of The Bible. some
where between the second Chronkills and the
last chapter Of Timothy Titus, and when you
find it, YOU will 6nd IL in these words:
"And they shall knaw file and fee into the
mountains Of Hepsidsm. vhar the lion roareth
and the whsngdoodlc mouT0sth for its first
born"
Now, my bretherng, as have before told
you, / am an uneddcsted man, and know nothing
about grammar talk aud coolidge hifsluting; but
M plain, uElarnt preacher of the Gospil
what's been foreordained. called TO expound the
Scriptures TO dyin world and prepare a per
generation for the day OF wrath. For
they snail knaw file and flee into the mount
aims OF Hepsidam. whar the lion roareth aud the
whangdoodle mOurneth fof it's fret born "
Nv Oeluved brethering. the text says: "they
shall knaw file" L. don't mean they NAV
bat they shall Aud now. there's more'n one
kind OF hle. There's the hand saw file, the rat.
tail file, single file, double file and profile; but
the kind OF file spoken OF here isn't one OF them
kind neither. because its igger of speech, my
bTethriBg, and means goin' il alone, ard getting
unto the mountains oil Hepsidam, whar the lion
roareth, and the whsngdoodle mOurneth for its
hrst born.
Ann nov, there be some mere with fine close
on thar bax, brass rings on their fingers and lard
on thar bar. what gose IL while they're Young
and thar foe brothers here what As long as thar
constitutions and forty cent whiskey last. goe.
it blind and thar be sisters here what when
they get sixteen years old. cut their tler ropes
and goes it with rush but say my brother
ing, take care you don't when Gabriel blows bis
last trump, that you've went il alone and go,
ukeered: "For they shall knaw a file and fee
unto the mountains of Hepsidam, whsr the lior
roareth aud the whangdoode mourneth for il,
first born"
And my brethering ther's more dams beside.
Hepsidsm Thar's Rotterdam, Haddam, An
sterdsm, don't care-a dam, and star dam, bull
by child. the last of which, my dear brother
ing, is the worst Of all, aud reminds me oil cir
cumstance | oece knew in the State OF Mich
gan. There was a man who built him a mill OF
the east fork OF Montreal river and il was goos
mill, and ground a site OF grain, but the mai
what built il was q miserable sinner. and neve
Civ anythingto the church, and, nv brethering
one night thar cum a dreadful storm of wind an,
rain, and the foundations Of the great deep wa,
broken up, and the waters rushed down ape
swept that mans mill dam into kingdom cum
and 10 auG behold, in the morLing when he 60
up. be found he not worth dam Now
my young friends, when storms OF temptation
oyertake ye. take care ye don't tall from grace
and become like that old mill-not worth II dam
For they shall kusw tle and dee into tn
mountains of Hepsdam whar the lion roareth
aud the whangdoOdle mOurneth for lis FIRE
born"
Whar the whanspoodle mOurEeth for ts frs
born. This is part of the text. my dear brother
ing is another hgger of speech. aud il is not /,
be taken as it SANS Ii doesn't mean the howl
! IN wilderness whlr John, the II ard Shell Bsp
| tist, was fed on locusts aud Wild ssses but
means, my brethering. the city OF New Yor
learns, the mother OF harlOts and hard lots
whar corn is worth SIX bits bushe one day
and nary red the next; whar nggers are a
thick as black bugs in spoiled bacon ham
aud gamblers. thieves. and pickpoekets &,
sklten about the streets ike weazels in barn
yard-whar they have cream colored horses
! gided carriages, marble saloons, with brand,
and sugar in em-whar honest men are scarce
than hens teeth, and a strange woman once tul
in your beloved preacher, and bamboozled hin
out'n two hundred and twenty-seven dollars il
the twiukling of Sleeps tail, but she can't d.
it sgsn. Hsllsjah Tor 'lhey shall knaw 81,
and hee unto the mountains Of Hepsdam. whal
the hon roAreth and the whang doodle mournett
fer its frst born
Pass the hat, brother Flint. and let every hare
shell-shell out. Amen.