The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1873-03-20
Bona Eide Circulation,
FATHER CARTER.
A Regular aHard-shell. Sermon.

| lhCL4Af AlD lllluClCGu OLuCI5s ne SdIu
cred around him as disciples men o
higher cultivation than himself. His
preaching would astOnish any city
congregation, but it was at least stir
ring in its character. In the wood.
and under the giant trees, and in the
log school-houses of California, where
he was brought into contact with
minds as rude and uninfOrmed as his
own, it was there that his emotional
nature met a response and carried hi.
audiences with him. A favorite ser.
mon of his he called his "eagleu ser
mon, and was from text in Deuter-
onOmy; "As an eagle stirreth up hel
=, nest, fluttereth over her young
s spreadeth abroad her wings, and taketI
i them" The writer once heard il, land
its general tenor is indelibIy imprint.
. ed on his mind. After lOng-cOntin.
ued preliminary exercise, he began:
My friends, thar is menny kinds Ol
eagles. They are singular birds-that
is, they is quare birds. Thar is the
grey eagle, with white hars on his
head; thar is the bald eagle ditto, who
goes about like rOarin' lion seeking
what ne may eat up. Thar is the
grand old American eagle, what fOps
his wings and flies over all creation;
and hev heern tell of dOuble-head-
er, an Austrian, but 1 never seed one,
and 1 don't believe thar is one
though that don't signify, fur some of
you uns might say you hadn't never
seed God, consequently thar wurnt
none. But thar is, nevertheless, not
withstanding fur which.
Now, Onct knOwed an eRgle-that
Is, / knOwed on him-and her too, fur
thar wur two on 'em, big rooster ca
gle and a hen eagle. It wur in the big
mountains of CarOliny; and thar they
pitched their tents in a tall and tow
ering pine-right on the, top-and it
hung oyer a deep precipice, whar it
wur in danger of being participated
down the precipice when tue cloud
winds did roar on CarOliny's shore"
But it wUrn't; fur He calleth his
sheep by name and they fOller Him,
and the desert blossoms like a rose,
and the barren are better than them
that beareth children-neverthel
notwithstanding fur which.
Wal, these here eagles pitched their
tent in this waste, bowling wilder
ness, whar they wur as lonely as a
solitary snipe in dog days. Fust, they
got Whar there Wur two cross-limbs;
then they brought big sticks, and laid
'em. carefully round and round, until
it begun to look sOrter like big bal
loon careening to the sky, only it was
on a tree; then they put in littler
sticks, and littler and Iittler, till by
and-by it wur small and compact like.
| rherA thoy got oil tho wool and dow n
and moss and soft things, and put 'em
/ 4 inf, hnf M
sides of its insides, and made it
smooth and warm and comfortable
| like-like unto the man that filled his
barns, and told his soul to be easy and
| take things natural like-and laid
their eggs thar-but fur the terrible
voice that said: "FOOl, this night thy
soul shall be''-that is, he wur to die
that very night, and all his nice
things wouldn't be emmy more use to
him-thOugh they wurn't hurt, for
their eggs wur Matched and all their
young uns came out with nary sim
| gle feather on them nevertheless,
Notwithstanding fur which.
Wal, these eagles and their young
uns in their fine home, and had on
soft clothing like John the 1mmerser,
wandering in the wilderness, Whar
they wur in kings hOuses-and the
big uns fed 'em, as parents feed their
their little uns-thOugh thar's COM
mandment agin stealing, which the
eagles have to do, but it's their natur
though that don't signify, fur a
mans natur is to steal sometimes, ,and
he's got to fife agin that natur; fur
when would do good, evil is present
and a man amt an eagle bird by
chance-nevertheless, nOtwithstand-
ing fur which.
When the eagles growed up and had
feathers-that is, when they came to
the age of accountability which is ex-
pected of boys and girls alike-thOugh
eagles are different-then the old ea-
giles wanted them to fly abroad and
mount up on wings Of eagles, and jine
the song that floats around the throne.
That's whar the text begins; fur that's
the way the Father up yOnder wants
us to do when we reach the age of
'countability-tO fly upward-tO fly
upward and jine the band in the mar
rer way, and pass through the straight
gate. But they didn't like to leave
home and their kindred and their
parents and seek country like unto
good old Abraham
| "Whar, oh whar Is the good old Abraham
Whar,Oh whar IS the good old Abraham?
| Whar,Oh Whar is the good old Abraham?
Safe in the promised landI
The old eagle goes off and "futtereth
over her yOung,n and that brings us
to the second pint of our discourse.
| "She fluttereth," she flOps her wings,
like unto as you have seen a hawk
just Citing ready to pounce down up
on poor field mouse-though it amt
like that neither, for the hawk flutters
in wrath, but the eagle flutters over
/ her young uns in love. Brethren and
! sisters, she hutters in love just like
which you see your dear little ones q
| treading of the downward path, and
your heart flutters and fiutters because
you're afraid, and she goes above the
nest and hOllers squaWk-Which when
you hOller you meen to tell 'em to
take keer," "take keer'-only the
birds talk is not like unto our talk
and they hear that voice, and creep
onto the sides of the neat. and see
| their fond parents a-flopping of their
wings, and cry with their little peek
ed voice "peekn-which means father
dear and mother dear 1 like to fOller
yOu-fur
/
I'm bound fdr the land OF Canaanl
I'm bound fur the land OF Canaan!
Fur it is my happy hOmeT
The eagle hath stirred her nest, she
hath fiuttered over her young-and
that brings US to the third pint of our
discourse.
And now, my dear friends, what
does she do? She spreadeth abroad
her wings. Thar she is right up in
the skyl Her wings stretched, like
the shadder Of mighty rock in q dry
land. Thar below is the little eagles
a-standing on the last stick, the last
prop, holdin' on with their tremblin'
feet like grim death, while fry bill
lows roll beneath-afeared to fly,
afeared to stay, afeared to do any,
thing, afeared Tot to do something
knowing thar is a deep precipice, ,whar
the worm dieth not and the fire is
not misunderstanding thar is a
place whar the streets run with milk
and honey, and whar thar's no weep
in, no mOurnin', no gnashin' of their
teeth-knOWing they hainit got any
thing here, nor won't have nothing
thar unless they stir themselves and
fly upward! Thar they tremble and
shiver and cry out, and want to fly
but dursnt-waiting fur convenient
season which never comes, and thar
above all is the old eagle a-spreading
above her wings and looking down to
see if they won't do something-like
men and wimen, instead of jist stay
ing thar like marble statues to be
waited about by every breeze-and
thar she is a-spreading abroad her
wings, until at last she give one great
squawk of wrath, and flOps down on
the whole brood, and knocks the last
pin from under 'em. And wbar are
they? Yes, and whar are you, my
brethren and sisters? Whar are you?
ISome a-fluttering like wounded doves,