The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1869-12-04

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And I must speak about the first ordained
black man-Richard Allen-and the black
smith shop they met in. He heard the
word, Go! And he sent out others, and
told them to go, too. And I went along
with them for awhile. But now l know
nobody after the flesh, and everybody as in
Christ, on this platform. And now we are
all hero to say, Go! But we must and we
will give the missionary something to go
with. And now I'll 60, and somebody else
may say word.
Pastor Gould thought the missionary
cause-so small at first-was like the little
stone cut out of the mountain. 1t rolled
and grew, and like mountain strong it
crushed all the wooden gods, and brass
gods, and iron gods. And it had shook off
the beads from their fingers, which they
used to count. Dyes, l often used to go
through the mumery. (IIero he tapped
his forehead, cheek-bones, nose and chin,
repeating to the enjoyment of several con-
verts from Romanism the mongrel Latin
invocations.)
(His warm words started an outburst of
feeling, which Brother Chinn kindly chock-
ed by saying, "Swallow it down, child; it
will do you goodr' "There, now, sister,
keep it in! It's better in than outP' And
all was soon quiet.)
DR.. Daily let on he didn't know much
was only local preacher-perhaps had no
right to come i'll among these pastors and
Presiding Elders. ("Come in, Doctorr'-
"We'l let you inr' .'You is in now,
DoctorH said brethren, while all laughed,
knowing what was coming.) And then
the Doctor went in, marshaling all the
Christian missionary forces in military
style, giving the Methodists the cavalry
arm of the service. He wound up with
everything triumphant, and last sinner in
full retreat, pursued by the saints, captured
and saved. eve won't be here to see it.
But we'll hear of it-we'n hear of it.
Word will come up. The last wanderer is
found, and home again" Amen! Amen!
The matchless singing Of "our people,"
led by the Laharpe band Of singers and
Horny Clay's singing band, kept the fire
burning and all hearts throbbing, watching
for the closing scene. And now it came,
with q rush.
Pastor Chinn had been a watching the
missionary angel. He had been holding
the cord to keep him from flying away be-
fore the speeches were through. He was
afraid maybe he would 60. "But stop,
missionary angel-angel of the broad pin
ion! Amt your wing weary? Don't you
drop feather sometimes in your long
journey? Let us put new pinions on your
angel body! Stop! Stop! See here! We
are coming angel! Hold minuter' And
in an impassioned manner that almost made
one dclirious with excitement, and the
whole crowded and packed assembly in
motion on their feet, he reached his strange
and triumphant climax with one hand
stretched up to the ceiling, holding the
angel down, and saying, "Bring your
feathers, children-bring your feathers!-
Come quick And you, preachers-now is
your time! We want new pinions for the
angelo
Swaying under this tornado and inspired
by sacred song, the seats were emitted, and
the aisles filled with procession which
moved past the platform, and laid down
their mites (three-ccnt pieces, nickles and
dimes until pile Of currency was heapod
up at the pastors feet.
The poetry of the pinion idea was very
much heightened in its effect OH the flock
by the speaker says, reproachfully: ''Look
here, now; there is too many pin feathers
Pin-feathers is good, if not too numerous.
Bring on your long quillsn'
Well, they did. And this small mission
airy church, Which reported eighty one men,
bers last year, and which then raised $40
for missions, now increases it's contribu-
tions five hundred and fifty per cent, and
reports S55 10, which is S. 10 ahead of
Ames Chapel.