Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-06-11
THE MODERN MEETIN,-HOUsE.
BIZ WILL s. HAYS.

BIZ WILL s. HAYS.
HOwdy, Davyi light and hitch thar's no one home
but
Thar amt man livin', sir, I'd sooner like ter
For Nance and Liddy's gone to see a sick man on
An Hiram's gone to get his grist at Jason Tur-
ner's mill.
was in town las Sunday, an my heart an me
agreed
To go to meetin'-ef youth wait tell you what 1
seed:
The bells were ,olling lively on the balmy mornin'
An folks were in hurry, like the rushin' to fair.
The meetin- house was built of stone, the steeple
pinted high,
The windows they were painted all the colors of the
sky.
An runnin' Up the steeple a great long light
MIN rid
kinder thought the members lacked confidence
in God
The big bell sorter hushed itself an then it rung
some more,
An people come in carriages an got out at the
door;
The wimmen fixed their dresses like they meant to
Thar faces showed they warnf thinking ov their
souls az al.
Wall, Davy, thar stood and thought-'twas wicked
Some go to church to close thar eyes, an some to
eye thar clothes;
ioverheard old Missus Swell to Mlssus stebbins
My darter Becky's dress want domestic won't
be here to-day
stood thar hesitatin' like what sort of move to
felt that should go inside for my salvation's
sake:
started meekly in the house, knew it want no
harm.
With my old broad-brim hat in hand and jeans coat
on my arm.
I went along bout half way up the velvet carpet
The men AID wim<aen shut thar gates, and they
I see one open just bit, went in and pulled
it to,
When Brown, the banker, riz and said, " This
got out Of his rented pew an sot down near
the door,
E1peetin' for SOME man to say, " This eres a
fne-dressed stranger he cum in, the members
didn't wait,
But every Teller jumped at him an opened wide
his gate.
The parscn riz an raised his hans with cold and
naughty air,
An everybody in the house stood up an heard his
prayer.
1 don't know how it is with them-somehow al
feel
I'm doin' God injustice when get too proud to
kneel.
Then al sat down an stared about, then at the
parsons face,
While he put on his specs an said, "Lets sing
An organ busted loose up-stairs-the music it was
gay,
1t tickled them as couldn't sing and them wot had
TO pay.
The music quit, the parson riz-they passed the
An when the deekins sot them down, the parson
took his text.
He preached almost two hours bout his faith in
The winmen folks were noddin' while thar hus-
baDcs wor asleep.
One gal said TO another, HEY You seen nv bow
to-day?r
she'd nod her he'd an then say back, The party
il was gay"
One whispered loud enough behind her fan fo- me
10 hear,
"That bonnet sofy Tags got on is one she had last
year"
The parson quit and then sat down-the organ
played sgin;
Thought if that was servin' God, the tunes they
played was thin;
I've hearn the bands at circuses play jest the self
same air.
The psrson, when the organ quit, dismissed 'em all
with prayer.
Vow, Davy, if the angels seed what did, be-
licve,
There warn't one among EN- all but what LATED in
thar sleeve;
For God don't smile Christians who His blessin's
viii abuse.
He haint no for organs, an He don't like rented
pews.
He rings no bells to tell 'em that the Sabbath's
once more;
The an seis have no carriages to drive up to His
door.
Such Christians might as well look up to God an,
sweetiy smile,
An say, u send my soul, dear Lord, I'm cummin'
after a while.
Our Master up in Heaven, Davy. sees-hears every
thing;
He likes to His children kneel and loves to
hear EN- sing;
For whsr He lives the angels sing an Christians
get their dues
His music costs Him nothin, and Re has no rented
pews-
Thar amt no use o. foolin' long the road down to
the grave;
Thar is no way o. dodgin' when you've got your
soul to save:
Fine churches, organs, cartridges clothes rented
pews an ga elf ~
Don't count that day-it lays between yer Maker
and yourself.