St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1884-04-09
ACoLoRED REVIVAL.
Philcdelph5a Colored Folks At Their Deco-
tion-Scenes At u ReviraL Meeting.
Philadelphia Times

Philadelphia Times.
All however, were not absorbed in spirit
ual devotion. The scoffers, too, were there.
group of irreverent yellow girls, who oc-
cupied the rear benches, greeted the fervent
exhortations of their elders with suppressed
filters, and party. of worldly young men
sorely tried the Christian forbearance of an
old deacon by their untimely comments.
ssSay, Mose,r remarked South street
| CENT? to his companion, who sported loud
buff necktie, ''obs erves dat old Brer' White
parts his hair in de middle, Mus be
dude: eh?''
The worthy deacon, who seemed to unite
the functions of spiritual adviser with those
of tipstaff, or sergeant-at-arms, overheard
the jeer and turned upon the youth with
righteous indignation.
eli, you young coon,' he reported, "ef
you doan' stop your blasphemin' I'll fro you
right out in de rain"
Br'er White has finished his sermon, now,
and for moment there is pause, and the
Lombard street hoodlums can be heard
humping a tattoo on the front window.
Then Sister Hannah Scott, one of the elect,
rises to offer few words of advice and state
some homely truths.
'sSome folks,'' says Sister Hannah, ''tinks
dat de ole cullud woman ought to kee p still
in NEE tin. Now, l say, let de wimmin steer
clar OBJ de church financials. OATS de men
! folks bisness. But ole Hannah's bound to
say word for Jesus every time. Some OBJ
! you young men makes me ashamed OF your
| selves. You know dat you only comes in
here for to git warm by that stove, an ole
White he has to pay fer de lights an de fuel,
| but you nebber puts cent in de hat fer to
help him out. You comes in dis church an
shouts yourself hoarse an den goes about
| an gets drunk half de week time S'pose
| somebody goin' along see dat young coon
what ies came in here drunk an had to be
put out. Dey say. He was in the protrac-
ton meetin', an conhequently Brer White
shoe to git de blame of his sacreligesness.
1 want you young uns to go to glory wild ole
Hannah. Dom you know about dat prodi-
gala Didn't de Lord promise to put big
gold ring ON you finger and give YOU de new
coat of many color, an kill de failing lamb
soon's you come home to de house? Didn't
He, Massa White?."
''Yaas, He did, ''Shure 'nuff,' "Bless de
Lord;' came the fervent responses from all
over the room.
And then old Hannah turns to the young
girls.
30, you gals, Hannah musttalk to you, too;
Some OBJ YOU links more bout your ribbons
an your furbelows than bout the everlastin'
gospel. You can't be a trugen crate chile OBJ
de Lord while you're gaddin about in YOU
birds feathers an your rabbits feathers an(
your furbelows' Pull em off now an han
EN- over to the devil,'' and suiting the &C
ton to the word old Hannah seized bundle
of coats from the front bench and carried
them over to an aged brorher who took the
bundle and nursed it in his arms, as he
rocked to and fro and shouted: 'Dat's fac"
ooh, yes, girls, Hannah's goin' to glory
jus as shoe as you see that gaslight, 1.-THE
sister continued, as her trembling hand
pointed to kerosene lamp, San she wants
to meet you there.n And now an old broth
er from Baltimore mounts the rostrum.
ooh, my friend says the good man, as he
mops the perspiration from his brow, ''I'm
glad I'm a cullud man. The cullud people
are foremost in the gospel band. When d.
Lord was carrying de cross to Calvary an i
got too heavy Alexander came along an
helped him tote it. Alexander was a cullu(
mani ~ The cxpounder made this revelation
with the air of an orator who knows just
where to touch the most effective point. The
worshipers are on their feet in an instant
and such chorus of shouts and half-singing
breaks forth that the speakers voice is total
ly drowned. Before the spectator has recov-
cred from the effects of this novel statement
a white-hared old brother begins hymn in
slow monotone, occasionally broken by an
explosive metrical infection. The brother
sings off one line at a time, the congregation
joining in the refrain:
De Debil am walking over the land,
Oh, yes, praise de Lord.
And he nabs everything that comes to hand
Oh, yes, praise de Lord.
He nabbed me too, and he'll me fast,
Oh, yes, praise de Lord
De Lord he set me free at last.
Oh, yes, praise de Lord!
Chorus-Prase de Lawd, praise de Lawd
I'm gon on to glory.
oh, sinner, doan you stan and wait
Oh yes. praise de Lord!
Go foolin' around until too late,
Oh yes, praise de Lord
! look at my hands an my hands seem new
Oh yes, praise de Lord
l look at my feet an got new shoes,
Oh yes, praise de Lord!
Meanwhile, as the old man sings, the fe
male portion of the congregation kept up 9
subdued wailing and moaning. All with
rythmic precision beat time gently with theil
feet The strange music grows faster and
the singing, and the listener almost feel:
himself moved by the wild spirit of fantastic
devotion that prevades the room.
Now the white-hared brother who is lead
: ing is upon his feet He is almost hoars(
from vocal eXertions; but his eyes are full o.
fire and his frame full of motion as he sways
his body and throws out his arms, still stamp
ing his feet in time with the hymn. Tit
strange music suddenly ceases and the lead
er drops exhausted. A deep silence brood
over the place. At last it is broken by some
one who leads in prayer, and then with re
newed strength all is in voice again in
tune that runs like one of the old melodies
of Florida:
Use got on. de back of the Mefodis' mule,
, Sinner doan ye stan dar lookin like a fool
De bridle it am SLIDER; de saddle, it am COL
An Use bound fur to go to Abraham fol-
And I'll ride, yes will,
And I'll ride right on to glory.
The Yates Libel.