The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-10-18
COMPULSORY RELIGION.
An Old. Time. Who Compelled the
 Sinners to Come

Stunefs to Come.
 The old time preachers. those who hes,,a,cd not te snort deafening halle. lulah os 10 hop on a skep,ie and ,hump deep bass tattoo on hls uncultivatsA sounding. boasd. have become So scarce tha, to see one nov when electric iighA biase in illumination of the grand march of progress, and profanity Is al par with six per cent. premium fos prompt de- livery ,e sec onc now aiscs all these im- prosements have taken place is as rare as the performance of finding a ten dollar note in the pocket ot \ vest just puf- chased a, a secondhand store. Ia some ot the rural districts of Arhansaw, how ever, the !" old timer" painfully pious h psetention aud a i,rs, rate shot, in fAcs. ,s,il holds the tors ol old theory agaissa the inv sasicn ot modern practice.
 Recently the writer attended a revival held a, Sltck Rock church. conducted by that uimhIe old capeses. HannifAn Bro~a. A large congregation assembled aud the gawky boy in "eeppesas hritches " and bed-,iek saspeadess flashed the ligh, of love a, the tender gisl h "humespun. who could kives as much corn with hoe as the next man and al. most as much as the acknowledged hslls oi the neighborhaod. The rseseAes did not seem to be in very good humos, for he arose with Jerk, as though he had received an unsentie suggestion from . rheumatic source. and striking the pulpit . blow with his ponderoas 6ss. said h . voice which Jeff no lingering doub, as to hts sincerity:
 "i wan, silence here nos an the mora of it the better. don't want no gal to utter an snioker an the hsss yoaag ieiles 1 keseh lookia' sound like stray hoss I'll thump him on the wAsermsloa ot mighty lively recollection. The crap oi inourness has been a faiiin' oH nos fuf some time till don't believe a would bs no trouble a tall fur old ; atan to select . grand an petit jury os, os sh.s here con- grega,ion- This is fine state of adaiu iaI folks what cspee. to ~aik on gold and sassaf,as the minister meant szpphlss -" an play on s harp. Why is is as much as you can do ,o ~aik oe a corduroy road an scratch poor quality oi eai-gu, with horse-hair. Talk Abou, playin' on harp with thousand strings. Why. some ot you esn', count A hundred. You dout seem to van, the gospel in your neigh. boshood fur all the pay I've rot sincs the whippoo'wills commenced to hoiles shis season eons.sss sf a par of wool socks three si1es too small and calico shIst. John the Baptist cou'da's have so; along with such a skaeisy of clothes. n you air ssin' ie carry oe this gay, reckon I'd better clear my skirts" Asd the preacher shook the tails of his bsows jeans coat. @i hate mighty bad se sss you all rush so pesdition fur did hops to gil another par Of socks an msyhap . rye straw ha, befose you tumble from the jumpin' of place. l want to ses nov how many sinners thar sis here what want to go whar the sweet song is aiwsys heard an whar the gyea, band of musi- clan. neves have b stop 10 tune np thar asddles. Come righ, along now-who was that erowed like z roosteff Feb Moore, was l, you what erowed isks rooster f'
 No, sab"
 "I can whip the man what crowded. Come on here pov an kpsel aa this ben<k. Come on os l'll larrup the lass oes ef yce. Bother Pss.sssos san good old hymn. Give us one that fesehes far and ralis lhrd."
 When the ringisg nosss of ths mssic arose, there was . sosnd of shufaing fDa and . crowd of yossg sianes psshed forward and knsIt ss the bssch. Ths minisssx surveyed tho scsse vifh great satisfaction, and lilsisg ths sails of his brown jeans coss, ks shook thsm b sks face of as imaginary Ssaaa who had coms ia to sammcs a grasd sad pssis jay.