The National tribune., 1888-01-19

the meetin' one night to see the goings-on
an we both agreed that it beat two-tent sir
kis. Bets Hoskins, who regularly got religion
every prOtracted meetin', an ez reglerly back
slid eveTytime there Wuz big dancin' frOlie,
wuz THROWN herself round with pu1feek
looseness, an shoutin' till she Almost raised
the shingles often the roof, an the Squire was
GRIMM from ear to ear at her antics when
Drius Snurrett who hadn't m0re'n half sense
at any time, an wuz completely added when
ever there wuz a revival a-gwine on, came round
with a long rod of sourwOod, which wus ez red
ez a stripe on a flag. He'd pulled all the leaves
often it except the one at the end, an with
this he wuz tetchin' everybody he see that
want singin' an hOlleTin,' an sayin' to EN-
slow an sollum-like: Observation-Disclosures
-thy-soul-may-be- required-of-thee.' /
snickered in his face when ne come a-nigh me,
an axed him eff he thought that all this religion
d make il safe for chickens TO rOOst any lower
(for We know people did say that there WIZ
alters much more chicken pOt-pie at D'rius's
house than there ever wuz chickens bout his
place) when he fetched the Squire, an went
over his rigmarole-' Observation-Disclosures
-thy-souI-may-b be = required-of- thee
The grin faded Outen the 'SquiTe's face like the
wrinkles outen bladder that a boys bIowin'
up an the only color We could seen in his c0un-
tenance wuz gethered in his nose.
"'What's the matter?' l said 'ye look ez eff
some one d made high-lOw- Jack-an' game on
we at one Lead But he paid no 'tentiOn to
me; his eyes wuz sOt on Elder Jaggers, and his
under jaw drOpt so It he could listen with his
mouth ez well ez his ears
" Elder Jaggers brought down his long. bony
forefnger, an p'inted d'reckly at US. There's
two hardened Sinners said he, who've come
to scOf, but III remain to pray. Yield, [ implore
We, to the call to repentance. Don't stiifen
your necks agin your own salvation. This may
be your last chance-tbis hour, this very min
ute may be your last. Unless you seek grace,
mercy and forgiveness, the risin sun may see
you brilin' in eternal fire an brimstOne.'
Il could feel the Squire trimble, an he
groaned loud an long.
"a Don't resist said the Elder. Give the
spirit its way. Throw your weight o sin an
sufferin' on the Lord. His shoulders is broad
an mighty to bear
1.-THE ole Squire struggled with himself for
a mint, an then broke out:
"'I'm sinful, wicked man.
"'Come to the mercy seat an confess y'r
| sins pied the Elder.
"'Gentemen of the jury, said the Squire,
ez eff he wuz in court
Brethren an sisters, said he Elder, by
way o. remndin'.
brethren an sisters. said the ole Squire
| correetin' hsself Il come to confess Judgment
| no, to confess my sins afore you all, an ak
| y'r prayers. want to confess that I've lived
| in sin an Wiekedness-'
ga That you have, if ever man did, broke
in his sister Elviry. If ever there wuz a man,
selfish man alive it's been you. Pm glad yO've
| Weakened up at last Think how tuck keer
on We, an shaved fur years an We never give
me-
| Silence in the court thundered the ole
| Squire. ElYiry Tulkinhorn Warsaw, you of
/ all women in the world have no business to ac-
euse anybody else of meanness an selfshness'
"'S Sister, sister, said the Elder, don't in
/ interfere with the mOurners; conduct yourself
properly in the house O. the Lord
| al am conducting myself properly said
! ElViry, sniffin. It's my sisterly dooty to Jog
| his memory at this time. He won't remember
half his sins onless L do. He's mighty for
| gitful. If he's gwine to confess l want him to
make a clean job of it,
| so Ez I Wuz remarkin' in my address to We.
| gentle-I mean brethren an sisters-PVe done
much that I'm sorry fOr-many wrongful an
| onjust things
| ayes, blame your ole soul, ye have yelled
| Pete Virgins; remember the time when We
sent me to jail for -
go Yes, l done wrong then, for I ought to
| hung ye ye onprincipled william shouted the
| Squire, forgittin' hisself I'm sorry didn't
Brethren, brethren, said the Elder, cease
| this janglin Peter Virgins, shall remove ye
| from the sanctuary eff ye open y'r blasphemin'
mouth agin. Go ON, Brother Tulkinhorn'
as know ] have sinned agin the Lord, with
malice prepense an aforethought, agin the
| peace an dignity o. the State O. Kaintucky,
| and the statutes in that case made an peryi-
/ died. continnered the Squire, droppin' forpit-
fully into the sing-song he waz most used to.
Go ahead and tell it all, ye consumed ole
reprobate.' sung out 81 Hoskins. Confess how
you hornswoggled pap, in tradin' him that
moon-blind, spawned, grease-heeled Ole