The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1878-07-17
BROTHER ANDERSON,
eY REV. THOMAS X BEECHER.


lie was a good pastor. Almost the last
tinleI saw him he had just called ON a
lamb of his flock to ask after her spiritual
welfare and fifty cents toward his salary.
He had left his tub and brushes at the
foot Of the hill, and he resumed them
when he had made his call; fot, like the
great apostle, he used to labor, working
with his own hands. When swinging
himself along slowly toward his home.
after a day of work on walls or ceilings,
few took him for a preacher. Splotches
Of whltewash showed finely on his face;
they were his business carols. Nature
had done little to beautlfy him ;the tailors
nothing. He was short, broad, larGe-
headed, and seemingly withoutnec His
cravats could never get uuder his chin,
His eyes were very full, with smoky
whites and slack lids. He was numerous
ly clothed. His great breadth and small
height caused many rents and wrinkles
In the layers ofshis clothing. What was
given him, though well-;Notn and tender,
he put on and went about his work with I
out pride OF apology. For years i had,
met him, bit had not known him, be was
So silent and contained. He hsyer seemed
to know, much less resent, the caste pref
tdice that weighs So heavily on his race.
Antthis WAS long ago. He has preached |
his last sermon, and is, / doubt not, rest.E
fully awaiting the resurrection of theiust,
was to preach fer Brother Anderson
one Sunday afternoon. AS I stood caves
dropping BY his little wooden church and
waiting for the hour to come, I heard
Strange noise insidez-hot the confused
and voluminous noise of a crowd excited
as in revival times, but a single wild cry
now and then, or one heavy stamp, or q
ringing clap from a pair Of big tough
hasids- 4the tfeatures of will, and not the
outbursts Of feeling. lt.was the corpse
Of q stsrved isclass.meeting,o and the
noises sounded as if ierked inta being by !
the occasional galvanic shocks of some
Experimental. Punctual to the hour,
Brother Anderson came rolling across the
street and up to the door, and we went in
together., After the usual songs and
pfdyers, took for my text Pauls coun-
sci to the Corinthians as to t cir disord-
erly meetings and meaningless noises.
The sermon was in the main reading of
fourteeth chapter Of Paul's first letter,
with comments and applications inter
spersed. spoke for half an hour, and
While showing consideration for the noisy
ways Of my audience, exhorted them to
cultivate intelligence as we'll as passion.
"When you feel the glory in you, let it
out, Of course. Shout 'G,ory!' clap your,
hands, and all that; but stop now and
then, and let some wise elder stand up
and tell what it all means. Men and
boys hang FOUND, yoti. windows and laugh
at YOU ahd at religion because they don't
understand you. Some men. you know,
have religion all ii the head-clear,
sharp, dry, and dead. Others, all in the
heart They feel it in their bones. Now
| want you to have religion in your heads
and hearts. Let all things be done de-
Gently and in order"
was very we'll satisfied with. my effort,
Mt the time; it seemed a success. AS /
sat down, Brother Anderson got up and
stood Oh the pulpit-step to give out a
hym, 49,
"Lct saints below in concert sing ),
I am not certain that he could read : for
he stood, book in hand, and seemingly
from memory gave the number of the
HYMN, and repeated the first TWO stanzas
with deep and glowing feeling. Of the
third he read three lines,
"One army Oh dc liyin' God, =.
q 10 his comman' I'VE bow
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fl An part '+.st* s. N@es
lie stopped, and after swallowing one Or
two chokes, went on to. say: 81 love
Brudder Beecher. I love to hear him
pleach this. afternoon. He's toll us a
good many things. He's our. good fren.
An he SEE, SEE he, dat some folks goes up
to glory noisy N shoutin', an some goes
still,like, z'lf they's ashamed of wot's in
EN-. An he seq we'd better be more like
de still kind, an white folks more like us
An den think faint much count no
way wedder we goes up still-like or
shoutin', cause heavens q mighty big
place, brulders; an when we all goes
narchin' up to see de Lord, an Use Sc
full. oh de hub and de JOY and de glory
that ] mus clap my hands an shout, de
good Lords got some place whar we
won't 'sturb nobody, and we kin shout
Glory Glory! Bress de Lord! I'm safe
I'm safe in de glory at las! tell you
brudders an sisters, that heavens 4
mighty big place, an dars. room fol
Brudder Beecher an us too"
Dot's 50! B1'ess de LORD! Aa1ae,s
Glorv!" from the people,, M Is.
AM Brudder' Beecher seq dat ;'tisn,
de folks as makes mos noise dat does dc
mos work. He says the ingins on dt
railroad only puf-puff regular breathin'
like, wen dey's at work a haulin de biz
LOADS, an, dat de bells an de whistles don
do no work; dsy only make a noise
Guess OATS so. ] don't know bout ingin
much and don know wcdder rs a puf
puff ingin, o. Neddel I blows al
whistle an rings de bell feels lik,
pofe'' with 8 chuckle) sometimesl An
tell you what. when the fire is a burn
in, an lsgets de,steana up, ao,st dri6e 4,
catt5e on de track de srgsn's conaa7s! GU
de h'0ckw (This with voice that shool
the little house, and a magnetism tina
thrilled and fixed me. Of course hi
hearers were by this time swaying. shout
ing and amen-ing splendidly) fl
g An de boys an gals, an do clark
al, young lawyers, dey come up va
watch-night,an' dey peekfinde window
an stan roun' de doors; an dey laff al