The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1874-08-09
THE MoDERN MIETIN'.moUsE.
ny WILL =. HAYS.


Howdy, Davy light and hitch thars no
one home but me, -, o.
Thar ain't "A man Twin, Sir, ia sooner
For Nance and Iiddy's gone to see sick
An, Hiram's gone 10 get his grlst at Jason
Turner'S mill
was in town las sunday, an my heart an
10 20 to meetin,-ef you1l wait III tell you
The bells were toilng lively on the balmy
An, folks were in hurry, like the rushin' to
n fair.
The meetln house was built OF stohe' inc
steeple pinted high,
The windows they were painted oil the col
ors of the sky;
An, runnin' up the steeple was u great long
kinder thought the members lacked con-
tldence in God.
The big bell sorter hushed itself an then IL
rung some more,
An people come in carriages an got out at
the door; m. 49,,
The wimmen fixed their dresses ike they
ment TO make u call, ,,
Thar faces showed they warn't thinking ov
their souls NJ all.
wicked suppose
Some 20 to church to close their eyes, an
some 10 eye thar clothes;
overheard old Missus Swell TO Missus Step-
bins say:
"My darter Becky's dress want domestic
won't be here to-day"
stood thar hesitatin like what sort ofmove
to make.
felt that should go inside for my salvation
sake;
started meelkly in the house, knew 1t
With my old broad brim hat In hand and
jeans coat on my arm.
went along bout half way up the velvet
carpet lie,
The men and wimmen shut their gates, and
they begin to smilei
i see one open just II BIZ, went IN ana pulieu
IL to,
When Brown, the banker, rz and said,
"This 'eres rented pew"
got out of his ''rented pew" an sot down
near the door,
Expectin' for some man to say, "This 'ere's
u rented floor"
A fine-dressed stranger he cum in, the menu
But every Teller Jumped at him and opened
wide his gate.
The parson riz an raised his hans with
cold and naughty air,
An everybody in the house stood up an
heard his prayer,
don't know how Il is with them--somehow
I'm dom God injustice when get too proud
to kneel.
Then all sat down an stared about, then at
While he put put on his specs an said, "Let's
sing amazin' grace"
An organ busted loose up-stairs--the music
II was gay, ,,, s,n, nm, ,bar
It tickled him rs couldn't sing ana then
wot had to pay.
The music quit, the parson riz-they passed
the hat round next , .,
An when the deekins sot them DOWN, the
He preached almost two hours bout his
faith in God to keep
The wimmen folks were noddin, whlle thar
husbands war asleep.
One gal said to another, "Hev you seen my
bow to-'ay?" ur,,o
She'd nod her head and then say DICK Inc
party 1t was gay,'
One Whispered loud enough behind her fan
for me to hear,
"That bonnetseffy Tags got on is one she
had last year."
The parson quit and then sat down-the
organ played agin;
Thought IL that was servin' GOD, the tunes
they played were thin ,
I've heard the bands at circusscs play jest
the self-same air, ,,.,l,
The parson, when the organ quit, dismissed
em all with prayer.
Now, Davy. II the angels seed what did,
believe,
There war'nt one among em all but what
laffed I'm thar sleeves;
For God don't smile on Christians VINO Ills
blessin's will abuse;
He hain't no use for organs, ana lie uoh
like rented pews.
He rings no bells to tell EN- that the SAD
baths come once more;
The angels have no carriages to drive up 70
His door,
Such Christians mighta as well look up TO Coo
an sweetly smile,
An say, al send my soul, dear LORD, LII
cummin' after WHILE.
Our Master up in Heaven, Davy, sees-hears
everything. .,,o,,o,
He likes TO see His children Bneei, ah io'e'
to hear 'em sing; ,c,,
For whar He lives the angels sing an CHRIS
tians get their dues
His NJ usic costs Him nothin', and He has nc
rented pews.
Thar amt no use o. foolin' long the road
down to the grave;
Thar is no way of dodgin wheh YOU vel o
your soul to save; ,.,,.s
Fine Churches. organs, cartridges, clothes
rented pews and "pelf;'
Don't count that day--it lays between ye
Maker an yerselt