The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1871-01-04

Tor YOU are on the road 4 leadiu' to per-
iishun." An seq be, "You are cuSsed
ole liar, fur I'm on the Eoad leadln' to
to Bentcu."
! Ihuv sigh, su' soz I, in the language
nv M texl
AN when they riz up airly in tho
mornir' behold they was oil dead corpus
ses
An he says. lie. EN- rise. an the devil
take 'em ALL" "0h suferin' fcller cree
ter" sez I, "Ef you would but sue for
grace. you might come az jiue the her-
inIy quirc, an be 'mancipatcd from the
-Il=ckles NV sin an 'scape eyerlas,in' per-
disl,un :" An he cooked up his gun, an
scz be. Il had lwonty-six likely niggNrs
'mancipated en- my hands, an eff you open
yer jsw-bone 'bont 'nancipaticn TO me
agin, I'll make buzzard yittles Uut'n yer
infarnaI ole crrcass quicker n he'll could
scorch nat"
My constant frcns an hearers, when I
seen tha. wicked man cockin' Nv his gun,
| begin to feel mighty jubus,a the words
Nv my text smote upon my ear:
IAN when they riz up airly in tho
morniu' behold they waa all dead corpus.
scs."
I But, my christian hearers. / felt called
upon to try my hand once more on this
poor objurit man, na SEE !, "My blasphe-
nous frieu, you are continually au' etar-
u,lly damned eff you don't immejitiy get
down off tha, ar fence, an go to some se-
questered spot an pray fOr your souls re-
dempshuu" An shore 'nuff he didjump
down off the fence, but be didn't hunt
no sequestercd spot, my ungodly bearers;
ho stuck that big ole ouble-barreleG shot
gun close up to my reverend head and see
he. Il have hearn that sequcster was tho
mex, thing to con6scator, an ef that's
yer business in this here settlement you
had better begin TO grow mighty small and
butifully less" An my hearers, it looked
to me as Of drove NV mules could have
trotted down the barrels Wv that ar old
,hnt gun, an put spurs to ole roam an L
galloped through the wilderness for four-
and-twenty hours; an thinks /, ny hear
ers, cf that ar man don't pull up soon, he'll
git to the end Nv his rope, and take up his
abode whar the worm dieth not and the
frc is not squinehed; for in the language
Nv my text, with slight variation:
"Au', when be rises up airly in tho
morniu', behold he will be damned"
An shore 'nuff, my patient hearers, in
about three days that poor. ungCdly pro-
fauated man was tux up by the Freed
mans Buro. an tried by a mill;ng,a'Y
commission au' hung for KILN Nv mig
ger. An my listcnin' trends and hear
crs, when | seen him standin'o on the great
immensity NV space, between wind an
weather, kickin' at the fonrth district.
scs |. IN the langwidge of the inspired
! him r
lone more sinner dead aud gone;
A silver spade to dig his grave:
A godipg chain to let him down;
A bugle horn to blow him on
''Au' when they riz up airly in tho
mornin' behold they Naz all dead corpus
sos"
The brcttirins will sing F, conclndin'
him, while the dcacons h,nd round the hat
for the pickles.
TUE pksu PlcKEr On the field, on
the lrf, near Tilton, where our cavalry en-.
gagged the enemy, beautiful garden.
clothed in all the lovcliness tha, rare plants
and Southern flowers could give it. attract.
cd my attention. and was drawn TO it.
The house had been deserted By its owners,
and tho smiling magnolias and the roses
seemed 10 stand guard oversthe deserted
promises. entered through an open gate,
r stopped to pluck rose from the tusli,
when discovered one ofthc cncmy's pick
cts lying partially covered blythe grass and
bushes, dead. lie was nobIr-lookipg
man, and upon bis eoun,na &c there
seemed TO rest the rem, ant Of smile
The right hand clasped rose, which hc
was in the act Of scvcring from its stem
when he received the messenger Of death
In the afternoon the cavalry dug mar,
row grave, aud, with Federal soldiers for
pall.bearers. and the beautiful flowers fUr
mourners, lie was laid to rest, the roses
still claspod in his stife ned hand. Nothing
was found cidentify him. and in that lone,
, ly grave his lifa'S history lies entombed