Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-07-14
BROTHER ANDERSON.
BY REV. THOMAS K. BEEcHER.

he was SOOu pastor. Almost the last
time saw him he had just called on
lamb OF his flock to ask after her spiritual
welfare and fifty cents toward his salary.
He had lett his tub and brushes at the
foot of the hill, and he resumed them
when he had made his call for, 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 cards. Nature
had done little to beautify him the tailors
nothing. He was short, broad, large
headed, and seemingly without neck. His
cravats could never get under 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 of his clothing. What was
given him, though well-worn and tender,
he put on and went about his work with
OUT pride or apology. For years had
met him, but had not known him, he was
so silent and contained. He nayer seemed
to know, much less resent, the caste pref
udice that weighs SO heavily on his race.
All this was long ago. He has preached
his last sermon, and is, doubt not, rest
fully awaiting the resurrection of the lust.
was to preach for Brother Anderson
one Sunday afternoon. AS stood caves
dropping by his little wooden church, and
waiting for the hour to come, I heard
strange noise inside--not the confused
and voluminous noise of crowd excited
as in revival times, but single wild cry
now and then, or one heavy stamp, or a
ringing clap from a pair of big tough
hands-th creatures of will, and not the
outbursts of feeling. 1t was the corpse
of starved "class-meeting, and the
noises sounded as if jerked into being by
tue occasional galvanic shocks of some
experimenter. Punctual to the hour,
Brother Anderson came rolling across the
street and up to the door, ana we went in
together. After the usual songs and
prayers, took for my text Paulfs coun-
sci to the Corinthians as to 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 well as passion
when you feel the glory in you, let it
GU t, of course. Shout Glory clap your
hands, and all that; but stop now and
then, and let some wise elder stand up
and tell what it ali means. Men and
boys hang round you. windows and laugh
at you and at religion because they don't
understand you. Some men you know,
have religion all in 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,
at the time; it seemed a success. AS |
sat down, Brother Anderson got up and
stood on the pulpit-step to give out a
hymn,
| "Let saints below in concert sing"
| 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 OBJ de livin' God,
To his comman' we bow;
Part of e hoslD 'vecross 'er flood,
| an part"
He stopped, and after swallowing one OF
two chokes, went on to say: 81 love
Brudder Beecher. love to hear him
pleach this afternoon. He's toll us 8
good many things. He's our good fren
An he SEE, seq he, dat some folks goes uI
to glory noisy n shoutin', an some goes
still-hke, q Ii they's ashamed Of wot's in
'em. An he SEE we'd better be more Xix
de still kind, an white folks more like us
An den 1 think faint much count nc
way wedder we goes up still-like OF
shoutin', cause heavens mighty big
place, brulders; an when we all goes
marchin' 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 Dress de Lord! I'm safe
I'm safe in de glory at las! tell you
brudders an sisters, that heavens 8
mighty big place, an dar's room fol
Brudder Beecher an Us too"
$ OATS So Dress lie Lord! Amen
Glory!" (from the y ople).
4 An Brudder Beecher SEE dat 'tisn't
de folks as makes mo, noise dat does de
mos work. He says the ingins on dc
railroad only putf-putT regular breathin'-
like, wen dey's at work a haulin' de biz
roads, an, dat de bells an de whistles don
do no work; dsy oaly make a noise,
Guess dat's so. don't know bout ingins
much. and I don know wedder rs puff
puff ingin, or wedder blows dc
whistle an rings de bell. feels like
pofe" with chuckle) sometimes An
| tell you what. when the fire Is burn
in, an gets de steam up, dont dribe ~
cattle an de track; de aaagisas conain Gu,
de tachM This with a voice that shook
the little house, and ma,netism'' tAa
thrilled and fixed me. Of course his
hearers were BY this time swaying, shout
ing and amen-ing splendidly)
" An de boys an gals, an de- clarks
an young lawyers, Gey come up yal
wateh-night, an dey peek in de windows
an stan roun' de doors; an dey laff an
make fun of 'lig'n! An Brudder Beechel
seq why don't we stop dc noise now'1
den an 90 out ar tell 'em' bout it-'splair