Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1874-06-06
You might have heard her two squares

You might have heard her two square
off.
.'Thang Cord, thang Cord I'm
hell-d'servin sinner Thang GorC
my Lord de riber o. Jordin is washe
my feet like snowl Glory, glory, glo ~
| I'm hell-d'servin sinner Oh, oh
umphl my Lord my feet is done tool
from de mire an de clay Phew m
Lord don'tyou hear de chains fall
In off? done got freel Ole SAITH
is tucked his tail an run! Phew
Umphl I'm hell-d'servin sinner
Thang Cord, my Lord Glory, glory
glory.
And there stood Moses, in sinfu
glee; his shoulders bent, his hands OF
his knees, neck extended, his mouth
spread from ear to ear.
And there of course, was Patty
wild with excitement, and vying with
Angelina both in shrieks and contor-
tlOns.
And there was also q may be per-
mitted to add the cat devouring the
mutton-choDs, and the baby washing
her hands in the buckwheat batter.
Jimmy and John were fighting mock
battle with the biscuit, and the dog,
having upset the boiling coffee, was
circling briskly about on three legs,
contributing to the entertainment a
liberal quota In the way Of emotional
expression.
is breakfast ready?" asks Edward.
GLORY |" saws the cook.
Who the duce is taking care of the
baby?" inquiries its father.
Where is my harp?' demands the
nurse.
She plants her right heel half yard
in advance of her, throws her hands
in the air, and plays on an imaginary
harp.
Why don't you take In breakfast? 2"
But Moses is demoralized, and only
exaggerates his original grin.
Negroes in all stages of religious de-
velopment, from the early seeker" to
the young convert" begin to gather
like crows In a cOrnfeld, and my hero
retires in disorder; but when things
get ludicrous they become endurable,
and | whisper to him, laughing
Have patience, my dear"
He answered with a frown, which
again betrayed less moral strength than
| had been led to expect.
| shook the baby, boxed Jimmy,
slapped John, scolded Moses, chased
the cat, and would have extended my
to the dog but that misfor-
tune had already overtaken him. Then
l followed Edward, laughing all the
way from the kitchen to the dining
rooms, and when / got there, and
thought of the baby and the buck
wheat, the cat and the mutton-shops,
and Patty singing about the stair upon
her forrad." l laughed again, and
kept on laughing till Edwards moral
strength failed entirely, and he went
off saying, GROSSLY enough, that he
would have to breakfast at a restaurant.
1t might be very well for woman who
had nothing else to do to sit giggling
and laughing at parcel of idiots, but !
for man who had business to attend |
to and time to go it
Have patience, dear" l murmured |
,weetly.
Sounds in the distance GLORY! |
I'm hell-d'servin sinnerl Thang |
Cord OH Umphl Phew! Go |
long, Satanp)
Send my dinner to the factory, will |
Tou?" and Edward bangs the door
With surprising vehemence. consider
ng nobody has stepped on his train.
Late in the day | dispatched the fol-
owing note by the hands ofa neighbOr:
My DEAR would have
tent your dinner, but soon after you
eft Moses took his seat on the anxious
bench, and had no one to send it by.
comforted myself, knowingyouw would
nave patience, but at the same time en-
leavored to procure other servants.
rhe result has proved embarrassing.
As you disapproyed of inquiries con-
,erning their religious experience, |
lvoided making any, and they invaria-
1ly turned out mourners, so had quite
| little congregation in the kitchen
They are excessively audible, but |
to have patience, and shall
continue to engage them. Won't you
,lease come home early? for until !
AN find some citizen of African de-
cent with 4 secular turn of mind,
eally need your moral support. |
must not omit to mention that, even
lad Moses been available, / could not
ave sent your dinner, for | had none
o send, as Angelina refuses to cook
o-day (but we must have patience,
,erhaps she will next week, saying:
White folks is got to live on de tish-
,ashun of what dey has had, for she's
hell-d's 'servin sinnerl Umphl Glory!'"
EDWARDS ANSWER:
Pay up the Internal crew, and make
hem weigh anchor. Tell Angelina
he's right about that | indorse the
ointment, and hope she will get her
eserts."
Oh, Edward, Edward where was
our patience, my dear?