The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1879-03-19
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rsrrEn ynoM HANNAH BRowx 10 SISTER aULDAH.
DnaR HuLDr.--I must tell you about the way that
Has sot the church.folks by the sars-to use that
mode o. speakin'
1t's Jest that orful voice of -hisn- But, iawi I'd
best begin
Ard tell my story straight ahead or else things
won't nt in.
I00I spring felt that we was blessed, to think
That Deacon Thrush
= 6|6in' up from simpkinsville to live in Cedar
tt4fh.
g ffe' s piller in our church, >" says father the
"A - was : piller, Huldy, for then he couldn't
sft The Ioneses' farm, you know, and moved
Is last of May.
tul tbas nrst time he came to church-I can't for
git that day.
Ehs openin' hymn was skursly read, the choir was
lust arlHin',
when everybody turned and looked, a sound came
Twas something like the old church bell, twas
somethin Ike the ocean, 80
Twas most like 'Bijah Morrows bull, accordin' to
1t fairly drowned my playin' out; it left the tune
behind;
never thought that such voice could come from
human kind.
Like 'hunderolaps and factory-gear through all our
heads twas ringin'.
And HuldySit was nothin' else than Deacon Thrush
singin'i
Yes, there be sot with book in hand, as peaceful
and as calm
As If he thought his dooty lay murdin' that poor
=, psalm.
He never see the old folks smiles; he never heerd
the giggle
That went up from the gallery watched our par
wriRQle
And hdget in the pulpit, while poor fathers head
But on went Deacon Thrush, and seemed real COM
fort to be takin'
And when we stopped lie couldn't stop, he'd got
His voice went boomin' up and down, and nattin'
so forlorn
That, though he tried TO Choke II OF, IL mixed up
with his text,
And made poor Parson Edwards skip his words, and
then look yexed
I couldn't hear that sermon, Huldy; my thoughts
'A-wonderin' ef Deacon Thrush would sing agen
that day.
might have spared my thlukin', though, for that
misguided man
Jest started of the same old way before the rest
began.
But when the second verse was reached, the choir
put down their books
stopped my .Payin'; back and forth we cast
The bows set up to laugh agen; the parson raised
his hand
And shouted, but the,nOse was sech we couldn't
While Deacon Thrush was leanin' back, his eyelids
nearly closiL',
h-sinBlh Ike ah anger on Deu OF ciouus reposln /.
I'll have to cut my story short Next day they called
lneetin',
Resolved to keep poor Deacon Thrush sech alngin'
They pInted Uncle Job to go with father and re-
quest
That Deacon Thrush would kindly leave the slngin'
Perhaps You think he took the hint2 Then. Huldy,
you're mistaken.
He listened TN they'd said their say then, with
the smiles 'breakin,
He answered, Jest cheerfully: "Yes, breth'ring
yes, know
have my faults 1 sometimes git the tune q leetle
And sometimes, tryin' to ketch up, take an e1try
flight;
But, takin one verse with the next, that makes
things Jest come right.
Now when you ask me not to sing, why, breth'ring,
sinsin's my dOOty and delight, and l must jest
pursue ii.
And white tread this vale of tears, sinful child
OF dust,
Rejoiciu'is my privilegc-rejoice will and must.
Well, awA'n't no use, Uncle Job and father said
The deacon, though p,ous man, was tot in his
own way.
He's sung in meelin' ever sence-theres not a seat
to spare;
And, oh! seeh sinful whiFperin' and nudgin'
everywhere!
Then when the hymns Is given out, you'll hear a
gineral " Hush Z"
While everybodys eyes and ears is turned to pea.
Thrush.
He's skeered the little children that most of 'em
keepBcryn';
The very horses in the shed wont stand no more
'thout tyin';
He makes the onconverted laugh, while godly souls
are grievin',
And yet he's sech Christian man, it's almost past
believn.
They're talkin' now OF tryin' law, but father he
opposes,
And so III write agen next week to tell you how it
closes.
P.S.
oh, Huldy sech GURUS thing As Deacon Thrush
was bringing
His apples home, he thought to cheer the way by
sacred singin'.
His team took fright and ran away, The neighbors
found him lyin'
All in heap, and took him home, and now the
good mans dyin'.
And, Huldy ct it isn't wrong, I'm glad 10 think
he's goin'
Where all the folks know how to sing, and he can
get q shoWin'l -HaTper's Bdzar