The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1875-07-09

Dtllleu iOF TIE ldlluhciGLllci. ~ UllllCully
much to be lamented, for the negro is fast
renouncing his own melodies for white
peoples tunes" little aware how eX-
quisitely adapted are the quaint imagery
and wild rhythm of his songs to the broad
peculiarities of his natural voice.
After the singing came a prayer, which
we followed with reverence, for Uncle
Charles was a sincere christian and a good
old man, and had knelt with us at home
many and many a time during the war,
praying, [ believe, with all honesty, for
the safety of our absent boys. And truth
to tell, Uncle Charles prayed more effect
lively 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
[ remember. this is what he said that
night:
LET Us pray" The immense crowd
fell on their knees, and there was d short
pause, and then Uncle Charles commenced
in the peculiar Sing-SOng tone of the ne
gro preacher: d" De dew o mercy is tallin
sof as cotton on dis dy people, o Lord,
an we is come togedder agin dis night to
thank him. A greet many cryin souls is
crowdin o 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 tlarin out like de
dRin wick NV q candle, an dey is ormoS
r~cady-cr-tO fall back inter de oberlassin
pit-[voice in the congregation: Hole
Orn, sinner! Don't gin Out !1-but de
grease o Cords patience will heal up yO
hands-er-and de light o His smile will
shine Orn de darkness and show you Whar
to ketch holt ! Come up, breddren! Come
oUn de bleedin cross. Don't mind no.
body! Don't stan on mOnners-er. Don't
wait fur nobody! Don't wait tell dis one
goes and dat n goes d. Go yOsclf. Mon
ners gives you a heap 0 advantage in dis
worl, but-er-dey amt 10 use in hell i.
Oh. no., my Observation-Disclosures. Climb
ober de benches-er! Drop down from
de galry-cr! Bus open de winders-er !,
Come down de chimbly-er-but you wiU
git i'll, and come straight mp here, and
trOmple on de feet-er-Of dem STAINS in
de way! 1.-Two women pressed through
the crowd and threw themselves on the
m0urncrs' bench.l OATS right, sisters,
dat's right, Dere's room for all-er !,
Hongry souls kin all git filled
err: no mOtter whedder dey
comes and sets down in comp'nies o fiji
ties or hundreds or hundreds o thousands +!
Yes. bless de Lord-er! DE gifts
bigger 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 cXclamatiOns-"GlOry to Cod"
Come up. sister. come up" "Dc Lords
a calliE you, don't keep him waitin II
an q Place for all dat'S jes OILY Willin to
cep d. outstrctch arm 0 Jesus, Oh, my
20 Teller beinS, Kin yen bar TO stan and
see ne sweet face o Jesus Whar knOwed no
sorrer for ~IIissef, do he didn't have nothin
but sOrrer-kin you bar to see dat lOvin
face all runnin down wild tears for you. an
You a singin an d dancin, an turnin away
20 eyes like yo didn't keer? Kin you
bar to see dem 20 hands what nuyver was
stretched out cep in Il bleSSin-full o de
marks o nails. an de flesh all tOred away.
IN de blood a runnin down-er-hin you
bar to see EN- Stratchin ont to you an for
gettin his w sef, a reachin out III kctch-
in holt of you 20 save you from istruck-
Shun, an YOU a puIiin an Il jerkin an a tar
rim open of his W0unds-er? De times =
comm when You can't sing no mo, an you
can't dance no mo. an you can't take yO
fine ciOZe to de ley jernZalim dOut you
dips en- in de blood 0 de lamb, OATS de
Lords libery, an : yOu is his servant
Won GOT to wal it. De hip is waitin, De
~rct ship o Zion. An de captin is stannin
an begin you to come on bOde widOUt
mOney-er. an wid0ut pricc-er, All he
axes is for you jeS to be aOtLtGn to come.
And Won all is tlOatin about in de water,
and de pleasures of sin i bar-rin you up
like bladders-er-but prcsny de hebenS
i bOun to cit black by Fiction or death, or
DC age, and you gwine ter hit up ginst de
sharp rock o truble. an lie pint o sorrer'S
gwine ter punch Il hole in bladders, an
down, down yon's al a gwine inter cher
lassin miznry-tr-tiOwn, down! down,
. Lord. save EN-, o Lord. let down Dc
lifr-bDatS chen of a dcatl-bed erpentance:"
Lord, hear!' Come down, jesus"
Lord, turn en-" "Come up. sinners.
Come up, Come up!' cried voices in the
congregation. while numbers, young and
old, male ana female, came pressing
through the crowd, and threw lei selves
trantically nefo!e the altar aud the
ers' benches. Come up" Look to de
cross ~ Gone LOW. sinner! TO-mor-
row amt mine, IN it amt yourn!"
GrnanS and u Tbs arnSn from I'll nartS Of