The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1879-03-14
THE MODERN MREr1N' HOUSE.
ny WILL s. HAYS.


For Nance and Liddy's gone to see sick man
An Hiram's gone to git his grist at Jason Tur-
ner's mill.
was in town las Sunday, an my heart an me
agreed
To go to mectin'-ef you'll wait I'll tell you
what seed.
The bells were tollin' lively ON the balmy
mornn cir,
An folks were in q hurry, like the rushin to n
fair.
The mcetin' house wor built of stones, the stee-
pie pinted high,
The winders they wor painted all the colors ov
the sky;
An runuin' up the steeple was q great long
lightnin' rod
kinder thought the members lacked o conf
dence 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 like they meant
to make q call,
Thar faces showed they warn't thinkin' Ov
Their souls at oil.
Wall, Davy, thar 1 stood on thought-'twas
wicked l suppose
to eye thar clothes;
I.oyerheard old Missus Swell to Missus Stebbins
say,
"My dartcr Becky's dress warn't done she
won't be here to-day"
l stood thar hesitat,n' like what sort ov move
to make,
1 thought that should go inside for my saliva
tion's sake,
started meekly in the house, knew 1t warnt
ne harm,
With my old broad brim hat in ham and jeans
coat on my arm. ---------.---------
went along bout half way up the velvet car
pet lie,
The men an wimmen shut thar gates, and they
began to smile;
seed one open just bit, went in and pulled
to.
When Brown, the banker ris an said, "this ere 8
rented pew"
I got out ov his "rented pew an sot down
near the door,
Expectin' for some man to say, 'this 'ere's
A fine dressed stranger-he cum in-the mem-
bers didn't wait,
But every feller jumped at him, an opened
wide his gate.
The parson riz an raised his hands, with cold
and naughty air,
An everybody in the house stood up an heard
his prayer.
I dou't kuow how it 10 with tAea. somehow
always feel,
I'm doin' God injustice when get too proud to
kneel.
Then oil sot down IN stared about, then at the
parson' 8 face,
While he put ON his specs and sed "Lets sing,
Amazin' Grace
An origin busted loose up stairs-the music hit
Hit tickled them as could sing, an them wot
he'd to pay.
The music quit, the parson riz-they passed the
hats round next,
An when the deekins sot them down-the par
sen tuck his text.
He preach'd about two hours bout the Faith
in God to keep:
The wimmcn folks were noddin' while the'r
husbands wor asleep
One gal sed to another, "Hsv you seed my bow
to-day?'
Shed nod her he'd an then soy back, "The par
ty hit was gay"
One whispered loud enough behind her fan fur
me to hear:
"That bonnet Sofa Tags got on is one she had
last year."
The parson quit and then sot down-tho or
gin played agin;
thought of that was servin' God, the tunes
they played was thin;
hearn the bands at circuses jest play the self
same air,
The pa, son, when the organ quit, dismissed 'em
oil with prayer.
Now, Davy, eff the angels seed what did,
believe,
Thar warn't one, among 'em all, ut what
LATED in thar sleeve;
For God don't smile on Christians who His
blessins will abuse;
He haint no use for Origins an He don't like
He rings no bells to tell EN- that the Sabbath's
come once more;
The angels have no carriages to drive up to His
door,
Such Christians might as we'll look UP to God
an sweetly smile,
An say, ~ send my soul, dear Lord l. m COM
in after WHILE
Our Master up in heaven, Davy, sees-hears
everything.
He likes to see Ills children kneel-an' loves to
hear 'em sing.
For whar He lives the angels sing, on Christians
git their dues,
His music costs Him nothin' and he hes no rem.
ted pews.