The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1874-02-13

Howdy, Davyl light an hitch: thar's No enc a
home but me; ~
Thar amt man livin', cir, I'd sooner like tel
For Nance an Liddy's gone to see . sick mau OIL
An Hirams gone to git his grist at Jason Turner'S
mill.
I was II town las sunday, an, my heart an mt
To go to meetin'-ef yOnn wait IN tell you what
The bells wor tollin' lively on the balny mOrnin
An folks wor in hurry. Ike the rushin' to fair
The meetin' house was built ov stone, the steeple
The winders they painted all the colors the
An runnin Up the steepie was great long light
kinder thought the members lacked confidence
in God.
The big bell sorter hushed htself an then hit rung
An people cum in carriages an got cut at the door
The wimmin fixed thar dresses like they meant to
Thar faces showed they warn,t athinkin' oE Their
souls at ALL SEf4Ezg STh or
Wall, Davy, thar stood an thought-twas wicked,
Some 60 8 church to close thar eyes, an some to
1 overheard ole Mlssus Swell to Arissus stebbins
"Ary darier Beeky's dress want done-she won't be
I stood thar hezitatin' like WHIST sort oy move to
I felt that should go inside for my salvatiOn's
I started meekly in the house, knew it want no
With my old broad-brim hat in ham an jeans coat
on my arm. G cra as-saazE ar
went along, beut half way up the velvet, carpet
The men an wimrnin shut thar gates. an they be-
gan to smile;
seed one open jest bit; went in an pulled it to-
When Brown, the banker, riz an said I" This ere's
got out Of his sarented pew" an sot down near
Expectin' for sum man ter say ".this eres rented
didn't wait,
But every feiler jumped at him an, opened wide his
gate.
The parson riz an raised his hans, with cold an
An everybody in the house stood up an heard his
I don't know how it is with them-sOmehOw al
I'm doin' God Injustice when get too proud to
. kneel. r@-
Then all sot down an stared about, then at the
parsons face, .1ass Ls..--
While he put On his specs an sed, '.Let's sing
An organ busted loose up stairs-the music hit was
Hit tickled them as couldn't sing, an them wot he'd
to pay.
The music quit. the parson riz-they passed the
hats 'roun' next,
An when the deekins sot them down the parson
He preachd 'bout two hours bout the faith in God
to keep;
rhe wimmin folks wor noddin' while thar husban's
wOr asleep. IT,.
0ne gal sed to another, I" Hev you seed my bow to-
She'd nod her he'd an then say back, "The party
hit was gay"
One whispered loud enough behind her fan fur me
to hear, r e.--=- .--.
e That bonnet sofy Tags got on is she had last
year"
The psrson quit and then sOt down-the organ
thought eff that was servin' God, the tunes they
played was thin;
we hearn the bands at circuses jest play the self
Fhe parson, when the organ quit, dismissed 'em all
Vow, Dayy, eff the angels seed what did, believe
Thar Warnt one, among 'em all, but what LATED
For God don't smile on Christians who His bIessfns
Ie haint use fur Origins, an He don+like rented
pews. q o'@-
Ie rings bells tell 'em that the sabbath's come
once more;
The angels have no carriages to drive up to His
such Christians might as well look up to God, am
In say. "I send my soul, dear Lord I'm comm
after WHILE"
Dur Master up in Heaven, Davy, sees-hears every
thing.
Ie likes to see His children kneel-an loves to hear
them sing. ..-. .r...a... .....--
For whar He lives the angels sing, an Christians git
their dues a.
His music costs Him nothin' an he has no rented
pews.
Thar amt no use o. foolin long the road down to
the grave; r=a.s.
Thar is no way O. dodgn' when you've got your soul
to save e.Ds So -
Zine churches, origins, cartridges, clothes, rented
pews, an +" pelf,p
Doaf count thgt DAFT ldys Bet,oeen yer Maker