Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1877-04-11

doubtless, Pomp and Molly, the latter of
whom may have been convert to the
/ ldolatly of her distant ancestors.
Young Morton was going on from bad
10 worse, and his mothers heart was MIG
to breaking, when one day Pomp present
ed himself at the door Of her chamber.
When admitted. he said
"Missus, you's got one god, and Is got
anoder, and massa's got none tall. is
moughty' picked into my soul bout Mas'r
Morton, and Is gwoin hab dis ting stop
ped fore he grows like the creaturs that
hadn't no reasons! Is been tinkin' we
mought try ebery god dere is, and see if
some one OBJ em can't hold him fast"
well, Pompey, let us ask my God first.
He is the true and living God, and He has
all power in heaven and on earth and lie
loves Mortie more than you do' said the
lady.
mo, Missus, dat cant be! Nobody lub
him like poor Ponpey" and snatching up
his hat, he flew Off and in five minutes he
was standing before the minister of the
parish, and talking in way that amazed
him.
81 says, Mas'r Parson, you's got TO be
up now. and stirrin' yourself bout our
boy! is done all can; is hove away all
de t'ings lubs eben my white wig and
watch and ebery Ting he glib me! but no
good. Now you come dis night and help
missus aX her God to take hold o. dat dear
boy-hag'
"Oh, Pompey, l have asked my God
again and | hope He will do it some day."
was the reply.
"How much you ax Him?' asked Pomp
ironically. "ls heerd you pray heaps o
times in our house; bnt | neber hear you
TX dM How many t'ings hab you eber
hove away to show your God you was in
'arnest? Did you eber stay out all night
in IL storm, akin Himg Did you eber
heave your wat ch and wig into de ire9
Did you eber hold your hand in de blaze?'
No PomPey; such things do not please
Well, den," asked Pomp, "what do
please Him."
Oh, to call on Him without ceasing;
and to believe that He will do this thing
for us" said the minister.
Hab you done dat?" asked Pomp.
"Well, Pompey, confess have not
prayed as often rs should have done"
II tell you what, Masr Parson, is
gwoin' to have dis ting tended to now!"
cried poor Pomp. You come up to
Mas'r's house dis night, and see what You
can do! Masr Parson, shall die dead
fore long less my boy quit dis life."
The parson went, and so did others, at his
! ,nn Tho ,,,aotiDfr W bopo tbn
shippers laid hold on God. Even Pomp
prayed saying. "Oh God OBJ my Dear
Missus and de young ladies, drag my boy
way from de debil, and make he good
man and fine gem'man.
The next Sunday Pomp surprised every
body by going TO church in his clean
working g-cothes-his finery was all gone
and listening with fearful interest
through the long prayers When Ques-
toned about bis reason for being there, he
said; rs gwoin' TO try dis God, and see
what He can do; and Is gwoin' to watch
de parson, too, and see if he pray hard for
my boy"
One night very soon after this, and
while many VINO had been stirred up by
Pomp's cntreaties were praying for him,
the Young man came home from 4 carou-
sal awe-stricken and trembling from fear
of God.
He forsook his evil days from that hour
and walked humby before God and that
community the remaining years of his life,
and die,i the death Of the righteous.
Pomp, too, became IL Christian; and it
is said that the love between the two was
wonderful ever alterward With this
idolatry, Pomp had put away all childish
things, and bowed his head us he had
never done before. He henceforth spoke
of God as 1.-The God" and often said :
"On, dat | was young agin! Id fly ober
to Africa and tell my people what de God
has done for me and my beauty boy; and
dat he can drive off debls; and take folks
all up 10 heben when dey dies. Oh, how
| would preach 'em bout the Lor' Jesus,
who 'comed poor, and tired, and heart
broke. lust like us, so he'd know how to
help us! I'd preach 'em n hundred times
more powerful us Masr Parson breaches
us, and I'd turn all Af'ica to de God.
Young Morton asked that Pomp might
be laid in the resting-pace of the family,
when his hour should come; and it came
before long for he scarcely lifted his head
after the death of his boy. His voice was
often heard from his hut, at midnight, beg
gng to be taken 10 him moughty soon. .
He lived long enough, however, to show
his submission 10 Gods will in this great
sorrow.
We have been told that sunken deeply
into the ground may now be seen the
moss covered slate headstone on which
was carved, long ago:
"IIerc lyeth Pompey, ye humble friend
and servant of those beside him. "-MrS.
Chapian in Congregationalist.