The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1875-02-04

lift up her two hands and pray dis
way: Lori Jesus, answer dis one
pTa'er OF mine, for my own name
sake. It is cid Gimseyis last pra'er
de next word wild me will be praise
and haileiUjahs- Bring desc pool
chil'n into de light, like you bring me
into de light fifty years ago. Don't
let BFucer Har6iiss cast contempt no
longer on dy blessed name by doubt.
in Of cy word which is truth Hum
bic PrOud Jenny, and in massy (mer-
cyl punish drunk Dose, and comfort
lone Polly, and cure sick Abe, and
bring all de rest to dy house up dere
by-an'-by p Den she open her eyes
and begun for TO preach, and she gave
each one separate little sarmOn all
to hisself. She den call me. Come
here, Brudder Harkliss, and take my
cold hand in yourn.i l went, and she
said, 'Oh, Harkliss, Harkliss youis
worse den an onpr0fitable sarvent
YOu's half de time bearin' false wit
ness agin de Lord dat bought you, and
tellin' de world dat His word amt foI
to be trusted,-dat He don't always
speak truth p
& No, no. says /, 'auntie, 1 never
done that trust Him wild all my
heart
'Mebby you do, right here on de
yarge o. heaven but quick's you gel
out you'll say, 'DeFe's no tellini
whether I'll ever reach heaven or not.
'Harkliss,' says she, do you believe de
Lord has writ yer name on de palms
of His hands, and His name on your
forehead {?
81 bowed down my head in shame,
for ] see my sin. And den de truth Oi
God shone out like great sun, as ]
never see it afore. My soul was full
OF glory, such like as de world never
sees, and says, Yes, auntie, He has
told me time aud again dat He is
mine and dat am His.' DO you be-
lieve He speak de truth, Harkliss I?
says she. yes, auntie,' says 1, j
know now He does. / sees His word
like fire. Den you quit doubtini
afore de world says she. 'Harkliss,
if you'd been as disrespectful to your
owner as you've been to de great Mas
ter, and if you'd gone round sayini
he's promised me such aud such, but
I doubt he'll not keep his word he'd
sold you into de rice swamps a
hundred times in desc years Better
cut of yer right hand and pluck cut
yer right eye dan to doubt de truth Oi
His Word. You is His, for he bought
you wild His own precious blood and
as sure as He's in heaven you shall &C
dere too Pm tired, chil'n, and must
go to sleep. Good night
''Dere, sir, dem was old Gimsey's IS
last words on arth de next one she
spoke was Glory fore de trone.
Well, dere was a great light al
through my soul den, dat has never
gave out sence. Pears like de Lord
is in de midst of it, where / can fee
His presence, and when de IFS and
'maybe's' comes round trying to break
my peace, 1 shouts out, no matter who
hears me, DE Lord says dat l am Hi:
aud whar He am, dar shall be also
and His word endureth forever Der
de ifs all fly off like dey were unelear
birds, and leaves me in de light! Why
sir, pse got de world so under my feel
dat nothin' in it can worry me, only
de sin 1 sees ; and dat will be cleared
off some day. De Lords chiPn got q
good right to glory /; and nobody-no
not de devil, dat you make such count
on-can't take it way from 'em
Now my Grants done here. You
stick to de gospel-Christ, Christ-anC
you'll see de glory come down on yel
people, and soon see dem tramplin
on de world. Goodbye, sir"
The minister rose and took the hand
of his guest, kindly saying, "Let m'
write your name down brother; for
want to see you again and to know
you better. How do you spell Hark'
Iiss ?n
''Her-c less-I don't guess I car
member it, for its nigh unto forty
years since 1 larnt how to spell it from
my young master. He said l wa:
named after one of dem heathen god
dishes dat dey used to make believ'
dey had in old times. He's 'mOng da
nonsense dey teaches in college. He'i
de fellow dat killed lions and monsters
and such-like wild his club. YOu'i
been to college, so you must know
bout him, de strongest goldfish of al
l-Harkliss.
'sI know him." replied the minis
ter. swell, brother Hercules, com
and see me again very soon. Good
bye"
When the old negro had closed tht
door behind him, the minister IeaC
over the few pages he had already
written of his next Sundays sermon
1t was cold and lifeless-there was N
Christ in it. He tore the sheets int,
atoms, and sat down before the fire t.
mediate on the words of his poor Wis
itOr. lie never thought so little o
himself before. Taking up his hat, b,
went out to visit some of the poor hid
den ones of his flock, whom he knew
to be great in the kingdom of heaven