The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1874-03-28

Cduule III ue Soou DIuuuer heart. DeVllS
may howl, lions may roar, bat nothin'
shall daunt dat brudder's heart. Angels
shall come down with lighted candles in
der hands to congratulate de brudder''
Then, once more screaming and dancing
and weeping, he uttered these words:)
Die right, brudder, m yo' shall not die
in the night; yo' shall die in eternal day
Eff Christ don't bring light enough, den
God will come wild his candle; an eff dat
amt enough, den de Holy Ghost I'll come
wild his candle, too, an dere can't be no
more night wild dat brudder's SOUL
At another period in the sermon, he
said: Eff we can't preach God, we can
exhort Him; eff we can't exhort Him, we
can live Him; an eff we can't live Him.
we can die Him. I've served under Him
forty-two long year,-longer dan Moses
led Israel in de wilderness; an eff | dom
know what God is, den I'd better shut up
an go home. 3! Jesus snatched my soul
from hell forty-two years ago in Federicks-
burg, in old Naginny Praise Him, o,
praise Him ! Let no brudder shout for
Jesus who don know Jesus
After the more furious passages of ex-
hortation were over. he gave his ideas
upon prayer, something in this wise:-
d" Oar was ole FaGder Jupiter "a colored
preacher.) Now Jupiter he used to git a
Bible in one ham an pra'r-book in anud-
der, an hymn book under his arm; an
den he'd start out 10 see de widders N de
fadderless; m one day met old Fadder
Jupiter, N say to him: 'Fadder Jupi-
ter, how many pounds of meat have we
prayed? How many pounds of sugar have
We exhorted9 How many cups of coffee
have We sung to dem pore widders N fad
derless?' IN he says: Not one' IN >
den | say: 'Pears like, Fadder Jupiter,
yell sing here, and pray dar, N ye'll pray
every wilder to death, N sing every fad
derless child to the grave; n call in help
to bury en- N den l told him dat
when he sung he must call bar'l O. -four
long meter, N fur short meter he must
take keg of lard, n OATS short enough
anyhow; and fur particler meter nice ham
n some coffee; m den he mus take de
Quaker pra'r- book, two-wheeled cart, m
fill up the ole pra'r-book with coal; n
when de coli wedder come he must drive
de ole pra'r- book down to some wilder Sis
ter's, m say: Sister, I've come to pray
six bushels of coal with We, N den open
de cellar dump de ole pra'r-book, m
pray de cellar full O. coal"
The sermon was interspersed with i'm
FASHIONED Rotations from Watts and
Wesley. There was no logic, and no clear
idea of anything, except the love of God
and charity. Now and then, with pomp-
Gus air, the speaker would say: can
now, breddren, we will proceed to consider
de third Tor fourth or fifth point" and
after a moment of solemn cogitation,
would plunge into exhorting appeal and
sarcasm, and yell until the rafters rang.
His face was convulsed, and sobs shook
his whole frame when he sat down, and a
strange, wild hymn was sung, the singers
weaving their bodies to and fro to the
measure of the music.
One of the moon faced ministers then
arose, and babe those who desired the
prayers of the church to come forward and
lay their sins upon the altar. An indie
scribable rush of some twenty persons
ensued. Old men and young girls hasten
ed together to the pulpit, and knelt with
their faces bowed upon their hands, and a
low tremulous prayer to &c my Heavenly
Fadder," was heard, as one of the old
deacons poured forth his soul in supplica,
ton. During the prayer an exhorter pass
ed around among the congregation, sim
Cling out the impentitent and personally
addressing them: " Ye better go now ~
How'll We feel when it's too late, N dar
amt no gettin' dar?' In short time the
church resounded to groans and prayers,
high over all of which was heard the clear
voice of the colored Quaker chanting:
"For everywhar went to pray
met ali hell right on my way"
"but Heavens God, n we'll get dar by
m by. o praise Him o bless Him, N
sing wild de mornin' stars .'-Edmard
King, in Scribnsr's for April