The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1876-10-28
THE OLD TIME RELIGION.

Brother Simon.-I say, brewer Horace, |
hearn you give Meriky de terriblest beating
las mite. What you and she hab fallin'
out about?
Brother Horace. brewer Simon,
you knows yourself, never has no dejec-
ton to splanifying how rules my folks at
home, and Establishes order dar when it's
p'intedly needed, and fore gracious! l
Leah you to say dis time eff 'twa'n't needed,
and dat pow'ful bad.
You see, Use alters been plain, straig ht-
sided niger, an haint never had no use
for new fandangles, let it be what it mout
ligon, polytix, bisness, don't keer what
Ole Horace say: De ole way am de bes
way, an you nggers OATS all runnin' tee
totleum crazy. 'bouS cherry new jim crack
OATS started, better jes' stay whar you is,
and let them things alone. But dey wont
do it, no mount of preaching wont sarve
um. And dat is jes' at this partickeler
pint dat Meriky got dat dressin'. She
done been off to Rchmun Town livin' in
saryice dar dis las Winter, and Saturday a
week ago, she canned home ter make visit
was all glad to see our darter. But you
b'reve dat gal hadn't turned stark bodily
naked fool? Yes, sir; she WANT no more
like de Meriky dat went away jes' few
muntS ago, dan chalk'S like cheese. Oar
she come in, wild her close pinned tight
enutf to hinder her from squattin' and her
ha'r a-danglin' right in her eyes, jes' for
all de worf like a ram a. Hooking fru a
brush pile, and you think dat niger haint
forgot how to talk? She jes' rolled up her
eyes cherry oder word and famed and talked
like she Spected to die de mex bref She'd
toss dat mush. head Oh hern and talk proper
as two dixunarys. Stead OBJ she calm oh
me Daddy" and her mudder, NANNY"
she say, " Par and Mar, how can you bear
to live in sech a one boss town as this :?
Oh! think should die" and right about
dar she hab all de actions oh an ole drake
in thunder storm. .es' stared at dat
gal tell make her out, an says to my
self, Its got to come" but | don't say
nothin to nobody bout it,-all dc same
knowed it had to come fus' as las. Well,
| .jes' let her hab more rope, as de sayin'
is, tell she got whar 'cluded was bout de
end ob her tedder. Dat war on last Sun
day mornin', whln she went to meetin' in
SIGH a rig, putin on airs, tell she couldn't
home, she brung kumpny wild her, and. oh
course, | couldn't do nuthn then; but, |
jes' kept my ears open, an eff dat gal didn't
disquollify me dat day, you ken hab my
hat. Bime-by, dey all gifts to talkin' bout
'hgion and de chu' ches. and den one young
buck, he step up, an says he: "Miss
Meliky, give us your 'pinion bout de mat
ter?" Wild dat she flung up her head
proud as de Queen Victory, an says she,
Il takes no Intelligence in SIGH matters;
dey is ali too common for me- Babtisses is
foot or two below my grade. l tends de
Plsclopian chu Oh whar | resides, an spects
to jine dat one de mex anniversary OBJ de
bishop. Oh. dey does cherry thing SO lovely,
and i'll so much style. | declar', nobody
but common folks in de city goes to de
Baptiss chu'ch. 1t made me sick mt my
stomick to see SO much shoutin' and groan-
in dis mornin', It's SO ungenteel wild us to
make So much sarcumlocutions in meetin'."
And thar she went on gratin' bout de
preacher a-comin' out in white shirt, and
den a-runnin' back and sittin' on black
one, and de people jumpin' up and a Jaw
in ob de preacher outen book, and a. bowin
OBJ dey heads and a-saying ob long rigama-
rolds o stuff, tell my head fairly buzzed,
and | were dat mad at de gal Jest couldn't
see muffin in dat room. Well, ies' waited
tell the kumpny riz to go, and den | steps
up, and, says |, Young folks, you needn't
let what Meriky told you bout dat chu CHI,
put no change inter you. She's SCrter out
OBJ her right mine now, but de mex time
you comes, she'll be all right on dat and
seberal oder suhjcks;" and den dey stared
at Meriky mighty hard, and goes away.