The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1875-07-15

heE tHfWels uufNUE COulu IOEBlf my
self no me-"
I could not help rejecting that 1
should think it very cruel were any one
to deny me permission to visit my
sister under such circumstances, so / at
length said (without looking at Ed
ward) CT suppose you must go,
Caroline. Mr.. Smith viii take me to
Mrs. Ramsey's after tea, and call for me
on his way home won't you, Edward p
Edward raised his eyebrows, and
said, ooh, of course" and Caroline
retired.
Tea was over. Mr.. Smith had been
called to the backyard TO one of his
employees Caroline hurried through
with her evening duties end was gone,
and was preparing to go to Mr.. Ram
SAYS, when Edward returned to the
house.
'BY the way, Texie," said he. ''I
find that shall not have to meet Bow
man this evening. Suppose we go to
the African church it is one of their
talk nights John was telling me a
minute ago. and I have a curiosity to
hear them" 81 had I, and acquiesced
Immediately. He continued: "They
Will feel complimented by your going,
and receive YOU with the greatest eour-
tesy and, by the way, suppose YOU
wear that new suit you got from New
York yesterday"
I fairly screamed. I had a great mind
TO faint. 4" Why. Edward, it is the
most delicate and beautiful thing I
ever saw, and the idea of wearing it to
the African church at night Do you
remember what it cost ?"
''I remember that it cost so much
that I don't see how had the nerve TO
draw a check for the money. Well,
wear what you like, only hurry up. "
We were received, as Edward said,
with perfect courtesy. given a pew to
ourselves. and furnished with hymn
books. Aud in this connection / must
say, that never, except in a tobacco
factory, orwell, yes perhaps once or
twice when have run over to Italy to
patronIze some artist they thought well
Of there-never have I heard sweeter
singing the female voices clear and
round aud full those of the men sonor-
Gus and rich keeping perfect time,
and articuiatng with admirable dis
tinctness. The formation of the nose
aud mouth of the negro gives him great
fullness and power of tone and when
they take the different parts of which
they are capable, the effect is peculiarly
beautiful. IL is also indescribable; and
alas no more to be expressed by the
use of notes, than is the perfume after
a shower TO he bottled for the handker-
chief. A difficulty much TO be lamented,
for the negro is fast renouncing his own
melodies for "white peoples tunes, !"
little aware how exquisitely adapted
are the quaint imagery and wild rhythm
of his songs to the broad peculiarities
of his natural voice.
After the singing came prayer,
which we followed with reverence, for
Uncle Charles was a sincere Christian
and a good old man, and had knelt with
rs at home many and many a time dur
ing the war, praying. l believe, with all
honesty, for the safety of our absent
boys. And truth to tell, Uncle Charles
prayed more effectively than a great
many people who allow their flowers of
rhetoric to be nipped in the bud by the
frost of Blair's rules. AS I remember,
this is what he said that night:
Led us pray" The immense crowd
fell on their knees, end there was
short pause, and then Uncle Charles
commenced in the peculiar sing song
tone of the negro preacher: "De dew
mercy is fallin soft as cotton on dis dy
people, o Lord, and we is come toged-
der agin dis night to thank him. A
greet many cryin souls is crowdin roun
de cross, good Lord, but dere is room
for all. An some is holdin orn till der
nails is bleedin, an der hands is tore, an
der sperrit is farm out like de dyin
wick Nv a candle, an dey is ormOs
ready-er-to fall back inter de ober-
lassin pit voice in the congregation
6 Hole III
Don't gin out /" but de grease o
Cords patience will heal up you hands
Grand de light His smile will
shine orn de darkness and show you
whar to ketch holt Come up, bred
dren Come roun de bleedin cross
Don't mind nobody Don't stan on
mOnners-er ! Don't wait for nobody
Don't wait tell dis one goes and dat one
goes Go yosef. Monners gives you
a heap o advantage in dis worl, but
er-dey amt no use in he'll I Oh, no.
my fellow bredren-er Climb ober de
benches-er Drop down from de
galry-er ! Bus open de winders-er
Come down de chimbly-er-but you
will git in, and come straight up here,
and tromple on de feet-er-of dena
STAINS in de way Two women pressed
through the crowd and threw themselves
on the mourner's bench. OATS right,
sisters dat's right Dere's room for
all-er Hongry souls kin all git filled
-er; no motter whedder dey comes and
sets down in comp'nies o ffties or hun
dreds or hundreds thousands Yes,
bless de Lord-er De cross gifts big
ger an bigger, an dere's a place for you
and a place for me- more mourners
press forward, and from all parts of the
house arise ordinations" Glory to
God /" Come up sister, come up |"
" De Lords a calm you; don't keep
him watin an a place for all OATS
jes only willin to cep de outstretch arm
O Jesus Oh, my po feller-beins Kin
you bar to stan an see de sweet face o
Jesus whar knowed no sorrer for His
sef, do he didn't have nOthin but sor-
rer-kin you bar to see dat lovin face all
runnin down wild tears for you, an you
a singin an a dancin, an turnin away 70
eyes like You didn't keer? Kin you
bar to see dem po hands what nuvvur
was stretched out cep in a blessin-full
o de marks o nails, an de flesh all tored
away, an de blood a runnin down-er-
kin you bar to see EN- strechin out to
you an fergettin his own sef, reschin
ont an ke'chin holt of you to save you
from istruckshun, an you pullin an
Ierklu an tar-rln open of his wounds
-er De times a comm when You
can't sing no mo, an you can't dance no
mo, an you can't take 20 fine cloze to
de new jeruzalim dout Won dips EN- in
de blood de lama OATS de Lords
Hbery, an eff you is his servant you got
to war it. De ship is waitin De greet
ship Of Il on An de oaptin is stannin
an begin you to come on bode widout
an widout price-er All
he axes is for you ics to be willin to
come An you all Is fostin about IN
de water. an de pleasures of sin is bar
in you up like bladders-er-butp resny
De hebens is boun to git black by fic-
ton or death, or ole age, an you gwine
ter hit up ginst de sharp rock o truble,
an de pint o sorrer's gTlne ter punch a
hole In bladders, an down, down you's
all gwine inter eberlassin mizerv-er
down down down o Lord, save
en- o Lord, let down de llfe-boats
chen of a death-bed repentance :"
Z" Lord, hear I" Come down, Jesus r'
Lord, turn EN- :" "Come no, sinners :
Come up Come up !" cried voices in
the congregation, while numbers, young
aud old, male and femaae, came press
4,