The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1866-07-26
From the Toledo Blade. |
Massey.
Mr. Nasby Preaches-TIle EEPrOdi.
gal SOn''-An interruption.
CONFEDRIT x KOADs, lwich IS !

July 6, 1866.
preached last Sabbath, or rather
tried to, from the parable Nv the Prodi-
gal Son. We he'd a splendid congrega-
shun. / notice a revival NV the work
in this part NV the Dimocratic vineyard
wich reely cheers me. The demonstra-
shun our friends made in Memphis, the
canin NV Grinnell by Rosso, and the call
for johnson Conyenshun in Philadel-
phia, all, all hey conspired to comfort
the souls Of the Dimocrisy and encour-
age EN- to renewed effort. 1t is bring
ing forth fruit. Only last week five
northern men were sent whirlin out Nv
this section-dusted in the mite to escape
hangin, leavin their goods as a prey for
the righteous-six niggers hev bin killed
and one Burow officer shot. Trooly
there is every thing to encourage us.
The house wuz full. The weather
wuz hot, and the pleasant incense Nv
mingled whisky, tobacco and snuff wich
ariz wuz grateful to me- The sun shone
in on Deekin Pogram's face as he gently
slept, and when the sun hits him square
l kin alluz tell wher he sets, even eff it
is dark He drinks apple-jack instead
NV corn whisky, and chaws fine cut to-
backer instead Nv plug, and consekent-
ly when in the pulpit kin distinguish
the peculiar aroma Nv his breath from
those around him.
"My brethren sed I, sich Nv 700 ez
hev Bibles in your houses, kin get some
body to read 700 the parable to wich |
shel call your attention. A man wunst
upon a time had sons, ez many men heY
since, and wun NV em wuz a tough one.
He left bis home and went into far
countries, maxim the old man shell out
his share Nv the estate, and he lived
high, jist, my brethren, ez yoor boys do
or rather did when they went to Moo
Orleans, in the days when you he'd a
nigger or two wich 700 could sell to sup
ply EN- with money. lie played draw
poker and faro, he drank fancy drinks
and boarded at big hotels, and he fol-
lowed after strange women wich'll bust
a man quicker nor any one small sin the
devil hez yet invented, ez yoor paster
kin testify. Wv course his pile give out
and he got down my friends, did this
ingenious yooth, to rags and wretched-
ness, and ended in being an overseer NV
swine. What did he do. He ariz and
went to his father, and the old man saw
him afar off and went to meet him, and
fell onto lis neck, and give him an Or
der for SCOT Nv clothes and a pair Nv
boots, and put ring onto his finger,
and made a feast, KILN for the purpose
the fatted calf wich he he'd saved for
another occasion.
Ny friends 700 kin find in the skrip-
ter suthin applicable to every occasion,
and this parable fits the present time
like a ready-made coat. The South is
the Prodigal Son. We went out from
our fathers house, on expedition wich
heznt proved altogether a success. We
spent our share NV the estate, and lit
tie more. We run through with our
means and hev cum dows to rags, and
dirt, and filth, and hunger We are,
and hev bin some time, chawin husks.
We run out after them twin harlOts,
Slavery and State Rights, and they've
cleaned us out. Our pockets are empty.
No more doth the pleasant halfdollar
Jingle in sweet unison agin its fellows:
our wallets is barren Nv postal currency,
and the grocery keepers mourn and re-
fuse to be comforted becoz we are not,
We hev got to the husk stage NV our
woe, and wood be tendin hogs eff the
armies wich past through these countries
he'd left us any. We hev cum back.
In rags and dirt we hev wended our way
to Washington and ask to be taken back.
Now, why don't our Father, the Gov
ernment, fulfill the skripter? Why
don't it see us afar off and run out to
meet us? Why don't it put onto us
purple robe?-where's the ring for our
finger, and the shoes for our feet? and
where's the fatted calf he ought to kill ?
My brethren them Ablishnists is worse
than infddes-while they preach the
gospel they won't practice it. For my
part, I"
At this point a sargent belongin to
that Internal Burow, who wuz in the
awdence with enough NV soldiers to
make opposin Nv him unpleasant, sed
he he'd bin a sort NV an exhorter in bis
day and desired to say word in ex-
planation NV that parable, ez applicable
to the present time, and sez he "ef |
am interrupted, remember l belong to
the church military, wich is, just now
the church triumphant" And cockin
his musket he proceeded, very much
uninterrupted.
"The prodigal son." sez he, "wuz re-
ceived by the old man with considerable
doins, but my worthy friends he went
out decently. He didn't, ez soon ez he
withdrawed from the house, turn around
and make war onto the old gentleman
he didn't burn his house, and barns,
tear up his garden, burn his fences and
knock down the balance NV the children.
Not any. He went away peaceably,
migg,ddcd good-for-nothin, but yet
peaccabe good-for-nothin. Secondly he
come back NV his own akkord. The
old man didn't go after him and fight
four years at a cost NV half his substance
to subdue him and bring him back, but
when he he'd run through his pile and