The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1882-04-27
II-COLLECTIVELY.

! saying children. have you any
! meat, we may express the same
sentiment in the more artistic and
poetical paraphrase,
o.! FARMER, HAST THOU ANY W.T.
TLEs?'
Aye, there's the rub Hast
thou the wherewithal-not to
gorge thy everlasting somach at
the next meal-but to feed thy
self and thy family, thine OK and
thine ass, thy hogs and thy cattle,
even unto the. sheep that browse
upon thy pastures, and the gobler
that struts in thy baru-yard, until
another crop shall come in the
fulness Of time. O! my brethren,
if l could convert myself into an
:, angel and soar with the speed of
thought throughout the length
and breadth of this Southern
cline, and pausing at every door.
step, exclaim in thoughts that
breathe and words that bprn,'
FARMER, HAST THOU ANY 'vITTLEs p
How many in this congrega-
tion could rise up and. shaking
the dew drops from their shaggy
names, answer proudly,
YEA, FATHER. I HAVE
Weeping, 1 pause for a reply.
Oh my brethren, many are called
but few are chosen, and your
hang-dog looks proclaim with
trumpet tongues that most of you
are in the vocative. Then wo
unto you, foolish farmers, for veri
ly you are laying up for your
selves hanger against the day of
hunger. Wo unto you say: for
the folly Of the foolish virgins
that trimmed rot their lamps was
wisdom compared with your idiotic
neglect. Wo unto you and unto
your wives; wo unto your focks
and unto your children. Wo! wo!
wo! Alas echo answers wo!
Vanity of vanities, saith the
preacher, vanity Of vapities, all is
vanity. The son of David, king
in Jerusalem, must have invented
that idea on full stomach, where
by bis reason was clouded, for the
doctrine which be there pro-
pounds is not altogether correct.
A myriad of voices spring spon'
taneously from the universal ami
mated creation, and uniting in one
grand choral strain, proclaim in
tones of thunder that 'vittles' is
not vanity, and l feel sure my
brethren, that you will all take
stock with me in that beautiful
and pathetic sentiment,
Give me 'tvittles" or give me death.
1t has been beautifully said
that bread is the staff Of life. /
can vouch for the truth of this
remark with painful fervor, for
verify l say unto you that, in my
meanderings through these low
grounds of sin and sorrow, it hath
often happened that that portion
of my earthly tabernacle, which is
gracefully oncircled with the
waistband of my breeches, hath
Travelled for 'vittles,' and as the
ass brayeth for his provender,
even so have | been forced to cry
unto the children of Mammon in
the language of my text,
CHILDREN, HAVE YOU. ANY MEAT?
If, therefore, ye raise not the
'vittles,' how can ye have the
staff, and if ye have not the
staff how can ye support the
life, and if ye support not the
life, what in the thunder is TO be-
come of the country and the
preachers J? l will tell you. my
agrarian brethren, what will be-
come of you. You will sit, like
the prodigal son among the swine
and dolefully sing,
want but "Yittles" here below,
Ard want that "vittles" quick,
Or shall wipe my weeping eyes
And the bucket soouly kick.
NO we WON'T some chuckIe-
headed brother will say, I'VE will
arise and 60 unto our merchant
and buy the fatted calf on tick
But what if the merchant should
say:
%, foolish and impecunious gen
GRAFTON, ye seeketh after tick, but
no tick shall be given you, save
the tick of the prophet JONAH
You know, my brethren, be
tried to obey the Lord on tick,