Daily Republican., 1879-02-15
SUNDAY REA AIDING.

| turn OF NINA. lie preached rtCthllyu
a very large congregation, but in such
plain terms that he may bi compelled
TO seek another field OF usefulness. II.
said: "Bruddren, we'se had a berry
'ireshn' time in dis church. lt,leoks
like de good Lord was here fur shure
But can't gay for sartin' till Il see
W at comes of it all. You 81 been shout
in loud nuif for the Lord to heah II
been tumblin' roun' dis church ilool
like you was wrastlin' wild de debbil
But Jest you listen vile talk to d,
centre Oh de mark fur minnit. Dan
ain none oh you conwarted unless
you re conwarted fur de whole week AZ
well as fur Sunday mite.
Sunday mite ligion's well nutf, fur as
it goes, but it don't go fur as salvation
unless it laps over on Monday mornin.
| kin tell bout de strength OF dis vi
val wen de contribution plate Gums
back. Lots ob men has 'ligion ebery,
where else 'cept in dar pocket. Dis
yer church amt conwarted rite till its
conwarted to glib about four dollars a
week fur de spread oh de Gospel. Nod
derthing wants to bring to yer notiss.
In my peregrinations | hab 'bsarved
dat while dar's lots oh hen roos' in dis
yer neighborhOod, der's initey few
chick rs onto EN-. Now, ef by dis time
mex year dar's more chick ms dan dar
is now, and if dose CHICKENS don't have
to roos' so high as dey do now, shall
'clude dat dis present 'vival am big
success. But Of | heah de same noises
after nitetall dat heard lass mite, jess
as tho some chihk'n was in trubble.
shall 'clude dat de 'vival didn't 60
fur nutf."
There were ominOus shakes of the
head at the end of the service, and
some of the deacons suggested that "de
white folks" made great difference
between preaching and practice, and
that in this respect the white folks re-
ligon was good enough for the colored
man.
GARIBALDI AND THE LANB.-Cowards
are cruel brave men have tender
hearts. II. who is unkind to the fee.
blest creature is unfit 10 rule or u
lead.
"A characteristic anecdote of Carl
baldi is related in a Life of that cour'
ageous general, recently published
One evening in 1861, he was met by a
Sandman shepherd, who was lament,
ing the loss of one of his lambs. Carl
baldi at once proposed to his staff that
the mountains should BE- explored for
the little vagrant, but after an unavail
ing search the soldiers retired to rest.
Not 90 with the general, however, for
the next morning Garibaldi, who was
accustomed always to be- the first man
awake in the camp, was found by his
attendant in bed aud fast asleep.
On being aroused he opened his eyes
in some alarm, and instantly inquired
whether the rest OF the house were
awake or not. He was relieved on re
ceiving an answer in the negative, and
stretching his arm under the counter
pane OF the bed, he brought to light a
tiny lamb. which he handed to his
friend, urging him to take it with all
speed, and without being observed, to
the disconsolat- shepherd. The friend
had Just time to remark that by the
side of the bed was a saucer, in the
bottom of which remained few drops
Of milk"
This was the act of a hero. He
whose name sent thrill to thousands
of brave hearts, could traverse the lone.
ly hills in the darkness, to find poor
lost lamb and bring it home to rest in
his own bosom.
And does not this remind US of a
mightier and Drawer One, the Captain
of our salvation, who, though the no
Hest of the mighty and the mightiest
of the holy, strong to redeem and vic
torious to deliver, could yet tread the
gloomy pathways of this weary world
to seek lost wanderers trem the heav-
emily fold, and bring back the stray
ing sheep that had wandered in the
wilderness.
but none Of the ransOmed ever knew
How deep were the waters crossed;
Nor how dark was the night that the Lord
passed through.
Ere he found his sheep that was lost.
Out in the desert he heard its cry
Sick, and helpless, and ready to die.
"And all through the mountains thunder
And up from the rocky steep,
There rose cry " the gate OF heaven.
Rejoice have found my sheep!'
And the angels echoed around the throne,
'Rejoice, for the Lord brings back his
Own!''
The OLD BELL CLAppER.-Isn't there
somebody in your church that is al
ways talking about the GOODNESS of the
brethren, the divisions that abound,
the low state Of piety, the conformity
to the world, etc. in other words, who
is continually confessing other peoples
sins instead Of his own My word for
it, that man is the cause of much of
the evil that he complains of, and mag
nifes it by his complaining. Those
who choose can put she and her in this
last sentence instead of che" and
"his." Tell such grumblers the fable
of the "Bell Clapper." The bell in
which it was hung cracked, and the
clapper was always complaining of its
sad fate in being hung in such bell.
A good many unsophisticated people
pitied the clapper, and condoled with
its sad lot. At length the spirit of Di-
ogenes, The old cynic, who could not
endure shams of any kind, came along.
He heard the clapper's complaint, and
said: Before you make any more
fuss about the bell, remember two
things: First, you cracked it, and
second, nobody would know that it was
tracked if you did not tell them" The
moral is obvious, but those who need
10 ponder it will be the last to see it.