Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1867-08-18

NdllOus. IL WOHlu look ike ltisL OF u
flesh that might be dispensed with.
Squire Baywater admonished tn
brethren in the words of the apostle
T: abstain from even the appearance {
evil ~ Elder Hardtack agreed with tn
Squire; Mrs Dunnage sympathize
/: with the Elder, and Lieut.. Parlorgusrd
who has an eye single to a certain youni
: Dunnage, cordially indorsed the senti
, ments of the "fair speaker last up ;
J while the princely banker, Mr.. GambO
lier Dressum, Of the house OF Skinner
Dressum, remarked that even II tn
change were desirable, the meagr
attendance at st. Coupon during
the prevalence OF the prevailing
caloric would be necessarily limitei
and that inasmuch as ii would approx
mate to an impossibility to elevate thi
requisite amount of resources through thu
medium of the contribution box, the bur
den of expense would uujustly and in
equitably rest upon a select few Of thI
pillars of the church. This was 6
clincher; and now, Squire Baywater
Elder HsrdtRck, Mr.. Dressnm, Mrs
Dnnnage, Miss Dunnage, and Lieuten
ant Parlorguard are all at Iuks, cruelty
ing the lusts Of the flesh. So, as | init
mated, st. Coupon was not crowded.
y
century mark, and the Rev. FOrtunstus
Sardine, who ordinarily ministers to the
spiritual wants Of st. Coupon, had gone
TO the suburban villa of Dug out to reeu'
perate his exhausted energies His place
to-day was filled by the Rev. Hickory
Wythe, a robust, muscular clergyman,
from some country parish, who looked
/ oddly enough at 8 desk, which the art OF
carver and painter had combined to en-
bellish in style superbly an .fda, and
from which the erudite Doctor is wont
70 breath his silyerv persuasions, week
by week, {" weather permitting"
Poor Mr. Wythe was evidently nn-
used to such magnificenee. Dropped
into the midst of st. Peters during the
canonization of the blessed martyrs, he
could have looked no more out OF place.
His uacouth gestures, unkempt hair and
threadbare slpacca scarcely comported
with the style befitting such pulpit.
He seemed astonished at his transfer
from the log chapel at Bees um Cross
roads, to display his lack of ministerial
finish behind the velvet tassels and
damask dTapery, that so often and with
such witchery of grace, have quivered
to the dulcet rhapsodies and oscillated to
the captivating metaphors Of the mel
/ lifluous doctor.
He showed, methought," a want of
sympathy with the tastes of high-bred,
"a No. l." Orthodox congregation.
! And then, as he uttered q somewhat
awkward and unpublished invocation for
pardon and blessing, and read with the
/ twang and emphasis of the backwoods,
brief portion of Scripture, his theOlOgi-
/ cal ,dlture must have struck his listeners
I as sadly out of date and intolerably
rusty. Indeed, his manner, for q mes
| senger of the Prince Of Peace, approached
| even to clustering rudeness and must
| have been truly painful to the sensibili-
| ties of an auditory long fed with the
mama of the unctHous Sardine.
| And when this clerical rustic announced
his text as being the 22d verse of the
1 NJ chapter of the Gospel according to
| st. Matthew: [" But I sag lultO you, u
shall be more totera5Je for SodOm IN the
| day Of judgement, than for yOU," there
was such a sensation in st. Coupon as
was never felt before.
It was as if puff from the deep Aver
nus had swept the tapestried walls with
! a sulphurous blast; and as the pOnderous
hand OF Mr.. Hickory Wythe came down
upon the desk at the word SODOM, the
tassels danced an unwonted jig, and old
his munificent donations to the deaf
mutes of the Ramgatawhack Islands,
started from his third nap with frantic
grab at a small wad Of postal currency
in his right vest pocket.
The lovely Miss ChignOn emitted an
involuntary shrek, and was borne out,
without sense, by five heroic young gen
tlemen, amid halo of disengsged pOti-
drettc and exploded waterfall. By the
way, the last we heard of her she was
admiring the beauties Of nature and
reading Demorest on the highest ledge of
Lookout mountain.
Young Corset, a broad-shoudered clerk,
who sat near me, muttered half audibly
that this clodhOpper OF q psrson had mis-
taken his calling, and should have been
a blacksmith or q stevedOre; which,
coming from a healthy youth OF 100
pounds, who is recOnstructing the south
by measuring ribbons at Madame Char
lOtte de Russe's, struck me as the ex-I
treme height-ssy six feet-of moral
sublimityi
In the meantime some half a dozen
disguised wOrshippers, male and female,
rose from their uncomfortable upholstery
and swung out Of st. Coupon with all the
airs of precipitate secession.
,
ment at the vigorous commotion of fans
and shufiing of feet; then, lOOsening
his collar and throwing of his neek-tie,
he repeated his text, this time with such
a stentoFious voice that, to judge from
the general feTmeut, the creme de la
creme was soured at last by his audacious
thunder.
Meanwhile, ] eOmpOsedly maintained
nv pine board in the rear; and as the
alpaca man in the pulpit proceeded
with his sermon, and warmed up with
his theme until the perspiratiOn bubbled
out in big glObules upon his sunburnt
visage, 1 somewhat entered into sympa-
thy with his rough hewn elOquence, and
drawn nearer to the rude, unpsinted
Cross, upon which-nOt in the garb nor
aspect of a modern divine of fashionable
pattern, but in coarse attire, bedrabbled
with blood and rent with spears, and in
the company of felOns-hung the Savior
of man and the founder Of Gods church.
With his bitter snathemss against sin
were mingled loving implorations to
penitence; his bold denuneiations Of
popular irreligion were followed by a !
tender plea for the acceptance of that |
promise, which holds out even to worse |
than they of SodoSl, the anbTosial feasts !
of the New Jerusalem while full upon |
the frowning panorama Of Gods resist |
less wrath, he traced in colors Of celes- |
tial splendOr the exceeding glory of His |
infinite love. And / felt there was a
spark of creative fire, the glory of high |
humsnity and the martyr-spirit of truth, |
behind the homespun vesture Of this |
humble itinerant, that stamped him with |
the seal of trEe Christian.
The benedictiOn said, l rose from my |
plank, shook off the dust and cObwebs, |
and felt refreshed. Intend to give Mr.. |
DuBerry a firstrste notice and a vote of |
thanks for his disinterested and uninter- |
esting pOliteness.
Also breathed an inward prayer that |
the congregation Of st. Coupon might |
soon again and often enjoy the visitations |
OF the country parsOn.
Am satisfied the sermon made an abid- |
ing impression, for old Mrs Maceaboy, |
who seldom says anything good Of any |
body, said Mr.. Wythe was "real qui- |
nine tonic; and Deacon Haultsut, con-
trsry to all past experience, kept awake |
for thirty-five minutes after the text |
reused him from his third nap. That |
word SOdOm must have stuck in his
throat.
And then, as
over the KEYS the musing organtst,
BeEinning doubtfully aud fer away,
First let his fingers wander as they list
And built a bridge from Dreamland for his |
lay;
Thea, as TIE touch Of his loved instrument
Gave hope end fervor,'
sent pealing through those hallOwed |
courts, the exquisite harmonies Of his /
voluntary, the moving multi |
tude was swayed to rapturous silence, |
and Mr.. Wythe went on his way, for
gotten and unnOticed.
It was an overture from Fra DiaUolO
MEN.-Must publish this, as sister Magnolia
threatens - tear 1t out Of my diary and burn
il. DIDYMUS PECK
THE BURIAL OF GOD.
DREAM THAT WAS DREAMED.
I.
I dreamed that God wssdesd An awful dread
O'erwhelue my soul. A universe bereaved
In blasted orphanage, with tokens dark
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