The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1869-01-19

Ut ROBERT LEIGHTON.


a. cock vour head in Heaven, wi u in ---.
weesht Msssie, weesht name not tho vic1ea
rl.n I'm wr.ng, but Heaven viii grant ~ gfses.
hsveLn 10. gnmindfu' o. the bsirn,
Ma, thocht m. till ny bowels bog q % yessn'
But, woman, 70 my sorrows have ioun0
Our minister IL anything but sound;
I'd soonAt break the half o. the commands
Thar trust oairns baptsesement In his hsnds.
I wsdna say our ministers depIaved;
To fac in all respects he's weei behaved
lie yeesits the hail parish, rich an pair
We couldna haze ; bat och, wacs me, vaes me,
In doctrine points his head 10 all agley.
wi; him there no Elect-all are the same
An honest heart, an conduct free frae blame.
He links mnir likely, In the hour o DEATH
To comfort ane than loads o biDie isil la.,.
And cen the Atonemenf, woman, nc Hculhes :"
It's dootfu' whether he oelies q rno
Redemption, too, he almost sets aside,
NJ la "a M hopeless wandering far An wide,
And whether saved or damn'd " Gamma tell,
For every man must cen fedsem htnssi
Then on the Resurrection he's clean wrang,
Wherefore, says ne, ne III your graves SAG
langa
Tho speerit IL the man, and 1t ascends
The very instant that your bresthin ends;
Tho body's buried, and will rise nae mnir,
Though = the horns in Heaven shosld fswe sAa
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Al ii he were 1 decent kind q chiei;
But TO the doonricht Satan O. the Word,
Wae's me he disna pay tho least regard.
An Hell no tre1ls - 6risf sid counts sac sma,
That It amounts to nae sic place ava
o dear, to think our prayers an molly chaunts,
And q the lf-denyins Of rs saunts,
Are not to b repaid BY the delight
or hearink from thst region blask y night
The yelling, Rnashing, and lespsiring ~
or wretctss That In Are an brimstane Iie
Twill never do, guidwife, this daft divine
Shall ne'er lay hands on BARN o yours and mine.
Ye're RIGHT, guidman, rather than hands like
Bapteese the BARN, we'li Keep 1t ~ it is
For ave an outin' wi its kith and kin
A hottentot, heather steep'd in sin
Sin did ye say, guidwife ~, there again
Our ministers the srringest d Nsn.
Original sin he Alaesl lauehs 10 scorD,
An says the purest thugs babe new born,
Quite free from guile, corruption, guilt, and all
The curses Of = vessionAry fall-
Yes, "veesionary," Was his very word
Bapteese our BARN it's morally absurd
Then, Andra. we'll just lat the baptism be,
And pray to Heaven the BARN nay never dee.
If Providence, for ends known to itseP
Has over us placed this darken'd infdel,
Lat's trust that Providence will keep us RIGHT,
And aiblns turn our present dark to licht.
Meggie, my woman, ysfe bath RIGHT and
wrang:
Trust Providence, but dinn0 SIT oWcf lang
In idle hope that Providence will bring
LIGHT to your feet, ony ither thing.
Tho Lord helps them that strive ~ weei ~ trust,
While idle faith gets pasthing bnt . crust.
So says this heather aan---tAe only truth
We've ever gotten frae his graceless mooth.
Lat's use the means, and Heaven will bless the
end;
And; Meggie, thi. is what now intend-
That you and I, the morn's morn, 80 forth,
Bearing the BARN along unto the north,
Like favored ones Of old, until We find
man Of UPRIGHT life, and cody mind,
Sound in the faith, matured in all his powers,
Fit to baptecse wce- born BARN like ours
Moo then, the psrritch--fseh maun cen be fed
An I'll vale DOT chapter ;-syne to bed.
Eh, out the mornin's grand that mottled grey
Is certain promise O. famous day.
but Me4gie, lass, you re Rettin' tired, doot;
Gle me the BARN, we'll tax It time aboot.
I'm no that tired, an yet the road looks Iansj
But, Andra, man, whar do ye mean TO gang!
No very far; just north the road wee,
To Leuchars manse: Use warrant there we'll see
A very saunt--the Reverend Master Whyte
Most worthy to perform tho sacred rite;
man of holy zeal, sound IS bell,
In all things perfect as the Word itseP;
Strict In his goings oat and comings in;
| A man that knoweth not the tAsts Of sin
Except original Yon's thu mass. VII him
| There's nae new readin's O the text, nae within
That veetiates the essentials o our creed,
But scripturai in thought. in word, I'D Decd
Moo let's walk up demurely to the door,
| And gle gentle knock knock, no more,
| Or else they II think we're gentles. Some anes
Stand back little, Megge, and I'll sreir
If Master Wbyte-Braw day, my lass we
To see if Mr.. Whyte--
| He's no at hame
But he'll be back sometime the NIGHT, belyve;
He s,a-tit aft, racken, ABBOTT Eve
| This mornin', to the fshin'--
Save ne .!
We'rc over lang here--coms Meggie, come ava
Lets shak the very dust frae aft feet;
| A fishin minister And so discreet
| In all his mnistrations. But he's young
| Maybe this shred of wickedness has chung
This lang ABBOTT him, a. a warnin sign
| That he should never touch your BARN and mine.
| Well just hand north to Forgan manse, an get
Auld Doctor Maule-in every way most it
| To consecrate the wean. He's . Divine
! Of auld experience, and stood high langsyne,
] Ere we were born; in doctrine clear and sound,
He'll no be at the fshin', I'll be bound
Wae's me, TO think the pious Master Whyte
In catchn troots should tax the least delight!
| But, Andra man, just hover for blink,
! He magma Be sac wicked We think.
What do the Scriptures say? There We are told
Andrew and Peter, James and John Of old,
And others mentioned in the Holy Word,
| Were fishermen, the chosen of the Lord.
I'm wesl aware o'that, butye forget
That when the Apostles ished twas wi the net.
They did not fee about like IIieand kerns,
WI hair lines, an lang wands whuppin the
No, no; they ished i the lake Of Gallilee.
A Bible loch, almost Us big's the sea.
| They bad their coolies, too, wi sails and oars,
4 And piled their usetu trade beyond the shores.
Besides, though first their trade was catchin fish
An honest craft as ony ane could wish,
They gave it up when called upon, and then,
| Though they were fishers, still it was O. men.
But this yong Master Whyte first gat q call
| To fi>h for men, and--oh. how sAd his fail
The learned. pious yet unworty skoot,
Neglects his sacred trust to eaten . trOot!
Moo here comes Forgan manse Amang the trees,
| a coKie spot, weel skogit frae the breeze.
1 Wen just walk ane by anc up to the door,
An knock an do the same's We did before.
The doctors been . bachelor a his life;
| Ye'd almost tax the servant for his wife,
She's such command over = that's said and
Hush! this maun be the cheepin' o. her shune,-
| How do ye do, mem there's bonnie day,
And like to keep sac. We've come q the way
Frae Edenside to get this BARN bapteesed
By Doctor Maule, if you and he be pleased.
| We've no objections; but the doctors gone
A shootin; since the shootn time cam on
| Ae meenit frae the gun he's hardly been.
The Lord protect Us! Was the like Ger sesnf
| A shootin' minietefl Think shame, Auld wife.
| Werephe the only minister in Fife
| He'd never lay hand on BARN O. mine:
Irreverent. poAchin', poother an'-lead divine.
Let's shak the dust frae at our shune again;
Come, Meggie come ava; hardly ken
Whilk o. the twas the warst; but wad say
The shootin' minister-he's auld and gray,
Gray in the service O. the kirk, aud hence.
VII age and service should has gathered sense.
Now, lats consider as We slap Alang.
Doom to the waterside We medina gang
m tauld the ministers preaeh nsething there
But cauld moralty-new tangled ware
| That draps all faith and trusts to warks alone
That gangs skin deep, but never cleavee the bone.
Well just baud over, for troth it's wearin' late,
By Pickletillim, and then vast the gate
To aud Kilmeny, it slants hafiin hame,
Whilk, for the sake O. this toom, sumblin' wams,
! wish were nearer. Hech to save my saul,
| never get over auld Doctor Maule.
Il plainly cowes all things aneath the sun /.
Whaur, Meggie, WhAurs your scripture for ths