The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1888-04-26
Rev. Sam Jones at the Newberry Opera
House Last Thursday Night.

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the qui vive last week to see and hear
the veritable and original "Saln JONES'
for he has imitators. The audience
wanted to know how he would "get
there They knew, of course, that to
get anywhere one must have an objec-
tive point.
Mr.. Sam Jones was introduced to
the audience by DR.. Ed Jones, who
said that the speaker needed no words
of his, for as all had heard of him they
should now hear from him, whereupon
Mr.. Jones came forward in q non chal-
ant, self-possessed way before his hear
ers whom he entertained for an hour
and half.
He begen his lecture by saying that.
in walk about our beautiful little city,
during the afternoon, hewas impressed
with its evidences of thrift, culture
and refinement. He felt proud of South
Carolina, and if he had been born about
the time his grandfather was born he
would have been a native Carolinian,
himself. 1t had seemed to him (as he
said at Greenville) that all the good
people Of Carolina had gone TO Alabama
and Mississippi, but he was mistaken;
they were only the representatives Of
those before him.
The subject of his discourse was "Get
There" without the Eli; for if there
was anything that he abominated it
was slang (?), and besides Newberry
seemed to have already got there, and
was waiting for Eli to catch up.
He would not waste the hour by tell
ing how to "get there" socially, for
when you got there you had not gone
very far. He said that nineteen century
society had developed the dude and
dudine, which he analyzed. Did you
never wake in the morning, said be, to
find d little white pimple upon the face?
This was dude, and when you
squeezed the pimple it was dudine.
Do you "catch the idea?" he asked.
Nor would he throw the hour away
by telling how to get there politically
and financially. The candidate, though
covered with mud, would yet be in the
hands of his friends, and if they were
determined to elect him, why of course
he would serve. A little money, he
said, was good thing, but when you
had too much you got to where it
"didn't taste good" \ drop Of molasses
is. good thing for fly, but how about
the fly when it falls into the barrel?
The father of little boy who wanted
to eat enough sugar one time, knocked
in the head of a barrel and giving the
little fellow spoon, said, "now, son,
there's the barrel and here's the spoon"
After he had eaten for some time the
father asked, "well, son, have you had
enough ?" mo, sir, but I've got down
where it tastes bad" His illustrations
were good and proved that while it
takes millions to be miserable, but COM
paratively little is required for happi-
ness.
But in order to "get there" the
speaker wanted man with a brain,
and heart and nerve, an object to
reach and route by which to reach it.
And thus, in discursive talk of an
hour and half, he "shot at folly as it
flies" and with very sharp arrow,
pointing the while to his ideal of an
ennobled manhood, closing his lecture
with beautiful little story Of the silver
ribboned rivulet running to the sea,
and singing sweetly as it went lavishly
along with its pure and sparkling drops,
cooling and enriching the earth and
gladdening the birds that drank and
disported at its verdure-clad fountain;
and the pond which stood still in its
stagnant selfshness.
This little story portrayed very pref
tily the difference between a thought
full, considerate, loving heart, and
sordid, selfish, unloving disposition.
His talk Friday morning on the three
grand and expressive words, "mother,
home, heaven" was impressive. He
cited the happy home presided over by
a prudent, practical, pious mother, and
then the home over which foolish,
frivolous, fashionable mother presides.
Washington and Wesley had good mo-
theirs, while Nero, the monster of his
tory, had a vicious and impure woman
for his mother. Responsibility of pa
rents was forcefully drawn, and the
address, of one hour and half, was
we'll sustained and satisfying.
Mr.. Jones is on the sunny-side of
forty, about six feet in height, and in
appearance and manner resembles Mr..
Lewis Simkins and the late Mr.. J. O.
Havird. His styles unique. He blends
humor with pathos and touch of ora
tory; he is colloquial and conversa-
tional; and knows how to be satirical
with trenchant tongue. His is rug
ged, heroic nature, and his force is
found in his naturalness and courageous
expression of honest conviction. We
might differ from him, and think that
his words would be all the better for a
little pruning, but we'll known French
proverb presents itself.
We have simply attempted this out
line for the benefit of our country reaG-
ers who may neither see nor hear him.
NOTES FROM EXCELSIOR.
Cotton is coming up nicely.