The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1879-03-14
THE MODERN MEETIN' HOUSE.
DY WILL 8. HAYS.

An IIirams gone to git his grist at Jason Tur-
ner's mill.
I was in town las Sunday, an my heart an me
agreed
To go to mectn'-cf you'll wait I'll tell you
what | seed.
The bells were tollin lively on the balmy
mornin' cir,
An folks were in hurry, like the rushin to n
fair.
The ,ncetn' house wor built of stones, the see-
pie pintcd high,
The winders they wor painted all the colors ov
the sky;
An runnin' UP the steeplc was n great long
lightnin' rod
kinder thought the members lacked conh-
dcncc in God.
The big bell sorter hushed hitself an then hit
rung some more,
An people cum in carriages and got out at the
door;
The wimmcn fixed thar dresses ike they meant
to make CALL
Thar faces showed they warn't thnkin ov
the'r souls ut all.
Wall, Davy, thar stood on thought-'twas
wicked suppose
Some go to church TO close thar eyes, an some
to eye thar clothes;
J.oyerheard old Missus Swell to Mssus Stebbins
say,
"My dartcr Bcckys dress warnt done she
won't be here to-day
stood thar hcsitahn like what sort oV move
to make,
thought that should so inside for my saliva
tons sake,
1 started meekly in the house, knew it warn t
no harm,
With nv old broad brm hat in han and jeans
coat on my arm.
wont aorg bout half way up the velvet car
pet lie,
The men an wimmcn shut thar gates, and they
began to smile;
seed one open just bit, went In and Puiled
it to.
When Brown, the banker riz an said, "this 'ere's
rented pew
I got out ov his "rented pew" an sot down
near the door,
Expcctn for some man to say, "this crc's
rented floor"
A fine dressed stranger-he cum ln-the meni-
bcrs didn't watt
But every fcllcr jumped at him, an opened
wide his gate.
The parson riz an raised his hands, with cold
and naughty air,
An everybody i'll the house Stoou up an hcaru
his prayer.
duu't kuow how il 10 with tAsni -semahow l
always feel,
I'm doin God injustice when get too proud to
knce!.
Then all sot down an stared about, then at the
parsons face,
While he put on his specs and sed "Let sing
Amazin' Grace
An origin busted loose up stairs-thc music III
was guy,
Hit tickled them as could sing, an them wo
he'd to puy.
The music quit, the parson riz-they passed tn
hats round next,
An when the deekins sot them down-the par
sen tuck his text.
lie prcach'd about two hours bout the falti
in God to keep;
The wimmcn folks were nou1ln Whle INC
husbands wor asleep
One gal scd to another, "IIev you seed my bow
to-day?"
She d nod her he'd an then say back, "The par
ty hit was gay"
One whispered loud enough behind her fan fu,
ssThat bonnet Sofa Tags got on is one she hat
last year"
The parson quit and then sot down-tho oil
gin played agin;
l thought ef that was Scrvln Gou, the tune!
they played was thin;
hearn the bands at circuses jest play the soil
same air,
The pal son, when the organ quit, dismissed en-
all with prayer
Now, Davy, ef the angels seed what did,
believe,
Thar warn't a one, among en- all, bit wha
afed in thar sleeve;
For God don't smile Oil Christians who Hi
bessns will abuse;
lie haint no use for Origins an lie don't ik
lie rings no bells to tell en- that the Sabbath
come once more;
The angels have no carriages to drive up to II
door.
Such Christians might Is we'll look up to Goo
an sweetly smile,
An say, 81 send my soul, dear Lord; I'm com
in after while"
Our Master up in heaven, Davy, sccs-hear.
everything.
lie likes to see Ills children kneel-an' loves to
hear EN- sing.
For whar lie lives the angels sing an Christians
git their dues.
His music costs Him nothin and he hes no ren.
ted pews.
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