The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1867-10-11
a EardsheIl sermon
From the Brandon Miss.) Republican.
And when they riz up early in the mornin, behol
they was all dead corpusses."

! troyan angel smote in the camp of the Sy-
4 thousng men-ah. And aiken they riz ZIP
carlQ az tie 55sOr7ain, behold they aoas all
dead corpusses An thus it is, my uncon-
verted frens and hearers, that the destroy
in angel stalks abroad with his meat-axe,
ready to sen us to the boneyard before We
kin 60 down to breakfast-ah. An it is ssl,
my frens, that roses are red and violets
are blue-ah. but it's no use a tryin to hon
ey-fuggle round the angel Gabriel when
he toots his horn fur you to tuck 20 tails
and cit under dirt-ah.
/ can when they riz up early in the mornin, be
/ held they was all dead corpusses.''
My wretched brethring and sistring, es
was riding along the road one day. I
seen a man settin Oh the top of his fence,
with double barrel shot gun on his lap
| alb, an a swetting an fannin of hisself with
an olde straw hat, an a cussin ov the forthe
Nv July, an North Ameriky, an the Con-
stitution, an the Supreme Court, an the
bird Nv liberty, an the President OF the
United States-ah, an when I hearn that
man cussin an seen that big shot gun,
thinks I to myself, in the words of the tex
ah,
can when they riz up early in the mornin, be
hold they was all dead :orpuses."
An I tole Roam to wo, an sez I, my un-
godIy fren, if you swar in that air way you
will forever an etarnally ruinate 20 immor-
tai souI-ah, an never git a nibble when you
go a fshing-ah - al sez he, ''You go to
hell you dam'ed ole misshapen. misbegot-
ten, mistake Nv creation-ah, eff you had to
git the grass out Nv cotting crap with
free niggers, you'd git upon a stump an
cuss yoself out of 20 dam d ole yaller hide
an go to hell for 20 health-ah." An sez
I, 'My erin fren, it cuts ne to the mar
rer to see you strugglin in the bondig Nv
sin-ah." An sez he, my puukin faced
customer, eli you kin cline that red oak
tree thar an see anything in this here mis-
erabul Ian but bondig and orab-grass you
kin take my ole hat for a hen ness an
An sez 1, "My hard swearin fren, 1 am
afeared you will never register yo name in
/ the book NV eternal life-ah." An sez he,
Il went to town last Monday to register
an I couldn't git sight Nv the book fur
the dam greasy niggers- al. . "0h, mis-
taken human, sez /, 81 trimbe for 20
future, fur you are on the road leadin to
perdition-ah" An sez he, "You air
dam d Gle liar, for Pm on the road lead
in to Benton-ah." 1 heaved groan, my
hearers, an sez 1,
GAN when they riz up earlyin the mornin, be-
| hold they was aII dead corpUsses"
An sez he, 'tLet EN- Tiz an be dam'd to
EN- allah" ooh. my suferin feller cree
tur," sez I, ':ef you would but sue fur
grace you might cum to jine that hevng-
" quire, an be manoipated frum the shack
les Nv sin-ah." An he cooked NV is gun
an sez he, 81 had twenty-six likely n:ggers
mancipated on my hans, an eff you open
yo Jaw bout Emancipation to me agin, I'll
make buzzard vittle out ov yo dam'd ole
swiveled up carkasa befo hell could cripple
NV gna.-ah." My constant frens an
hearers, when seen that wicked man q
cockin Nv his gun-ah, begun to feel ex-
ceeding jubous an the words NV the tex
smoted upon my ear-ah-
Gan when they riz Up early in the mornin, be-
hold. they all dead corpussos"
But, my christian hearers, 1 felt called
upou to try my han one more time on this
obiurit man-ah an sez I, "MY blasphe-
nous fren, you air continually and forever
: dam'd ah, eff you don't immejtly git down
ofen that air fence-ah, an go to some Sc
, questered spot an pray fur 20 SOULS re-
T demption-ah." An he jumped dowr
ofen that air fence sbo nuf-ah but, my
unconscious hearers, he stuck that big ole
dcuble-barrelled shot gun close up my
, reverend head-ah, an sez he, live hearf
, a sequester was the next thing to a con-
fedicaler, an ef that's 20 business in thi:
here settlement you had better begin t.
grow nifty dam small an beautifully less
= ah" All my hearers, it looked to me al
eff a drove NV mules could a trotted dowE
f the barrels Nv thet air ole shot guu-ah, al
s put spurs to ole Roam, an 1 galluppeC
s through the wilderness fur 70 and twenty
= hours-ah an thinks 1, my hearers. eff tha
= air man don't pull up soon he'll git to th,
: eend Nv his roap-ab,
, EAU when they riz up early in the mornin, be
hold they was all dead corpusses."
IN sho nuff, my patient hearers. in abou
h three days that profanated man was TUX u
by the freedmans buro and tried by mil
+ lingtary commission an hung fur killing
. Nv nigger-ab an my lisnin freBs an hear
ers, when seen him standin OF the drea'
b iulmensity Nv space an kickin at the foil
a district. sez to myself, in the languig u
+ the inspired himester-ah,
One more sinner dead an gone,
g A silver spade to dig his grave,
G 4 goldiug chain 20 let him down.
4 burIe horn to blow him oI-ah