Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1867-10-18
Richard Weaver's Preaching.


ing on the subject of the "Hymns of
the Populace," gives an interesting
notice of this remarkable man, who
has been for some time creating such
an effect and sensation among the in
habitants of the "Black" and adjoin-
ing country. In the course of it, he
cites, from report of Weaver's SER
mons, the following example of
power of realizing the narrative of
Scripture unborrowed from Stanley
or Renan, and guiltless Of local color
ing:
II imagine | see a little boy trip
ping up the street of certain town,
singing, 'Hosanna to the Son of Da-
vid! A poor, afflicted woman stands
on her doorstep and hears the child.
What is that you say?' she asks, as
he is passing by her house. 'Oh!'
says he, haven't you heard about
Jesus of Nazareth He cured blind
Bartimeus that used to sit at way
side, begging; and he has raised a
young man to life that was being car
ried to his grave, and healed ten lepers
all at once; and the people that have
sick relations, bring them and lay
them at his feet, and he cures them
all. And those who have no friends
to bring them, if they can only just
touch him, are made perfectly whole.
'Oh! cried the poor woman, III that S
true, he can cure my bloody issue
that I've been tormented with these
twelve years. When will he be
here, my little man?' why, says
the child; he'll be here directly
He's coming this way. There don't
you hear the noise OF the multitude
Look! here they come. Hosanna
Hosanna to the Son of David = Ano
away goes the little boy to tell bis
mother that the Prophet she has
taught him to look for is come at last
well, Til CO. says the poor thing
timidly, I'll get behind him. Maybe
he wont pity me; but that dear little
lad said as many as touched him wert
made whole. I'll go and try, how
ever
Il imagine [ see the poor, weal
creature, who has spent all her living
on physicians that only made hel
worse, drawing her tattered shaw
around her and wriggling her way
through the crowd. They push hel
aside, but she says: I'll try again.
She winds to the right, then to The
left, now nearer, and the next minut,
further off than ever. But still sh,
perseveres, although she seems tt
have so little chance of getting through
the throEg, which is thickest roun(
the mau she wants. Well done, poo
woman. Try again. It's all fo
your life, you know. That blood
issue will be your death if you don
get it cured, and touch of His clothe
will do it.
II imagine | hear one rudely asI
the fainting creature: Where are yol
pushing to? You've got a blood
issue; you've no business here 'Ah
she answers, Il see there a Man who's
like | never saw before. Let me bu
touch His garment, and | shall be a
well as any of you. And now an
other step or two, and she can hea
his gentle voice speaking kindly t.
Jairus, as he walks home with him t
heal his little daughter lying at tn
point of death. The woman stretche
out her hand, but she isn't nea
enough. Another step-yes, now sh
touches 1t lS but the hem of his gal
ment; but it is all she needs. Glor
to Jesus !. her issue Of blood is drieC
and Immediately she feels in her bod
that she is healed. Glory to Jesus
she touches, and was made perfectl
!, whole. And if there was virtue il
his garment, isn't there efficacy in hi
blood? May God help you to com
to Christ .a..s.r.- a.