The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1892-07-02

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AR1cH OLD SERMON.
,.,,dent in the EARLY Days Of Mon.
Al ticello, Miss. 'a@
..,,n.nion Piece to the Harp of a
Ao0 Thousand Strings.
r,,,nuster rhrogmorton Prsaches
BTU This Famous Sermon.
..,-.. nm Quotations and Facts In a
10 80 -, Rsfreshing and Ludicrous
Manner.
pg,ss.yss tor the State Ledger by
prother Throgmorton was a hard
~, BAPTIST preacher, about forty
'1s "ssrs ago, and lived in Southwest Mis-
s;ssinni. sSs Owing to his peculiarities
and md excentricities he was often invited
suO sneach at the neighboring towns
'shere vast congregations assembled to
sasr him. Now, in order to give our
sssders u. better idea of this quaint
character we will attempt a description
" his appearance at Lawrence
" co,rt House when invited there to
.rooch, He was forty-five years Of
sea. six feet high, stoop shouldered,
,ssn as' lapk and swarthy, long iron-gray
hair hanging unkempt around his neck
md shoulders, wearing an old black
s s,ove.pipe hat, mashed in on the side,
- swallow tail striped coat reaching
down to his knees, but two sizes toe
email for him, a double-breasted old
black vest, copperas breeches with legs
having the appearance Of being sewed
n the skin and stuck in his boot-legs,
M crayat, and when he took the stand,
and after depositing his saddle-bags
under his seat, unbuttoned his collar,
ued off his coat, spit in his hands
and then began this wonderfully char
rteristic sermon: :.
Ny BRrTHER1NG-According to the
cords 1 came into these low ground:
4 sorrow nigh unto forty years ago,
=. thereabouts, within about sever
sna three-fourth miles Of this locality
WIT uassing strange to say never ha6
IN naiestic pleasure Of preaching a
% ooms sarmon to my brethering Of thi.
snity since this locality was located
~ WV this should have been thus and
overcome me like q autumn shower
bath can hardly tell; but my brother
inc for 10 these many years my heart
bss been yarning and painting like {
water brook pants for a young hart tc
come unto you and to talk to you ane
10 vrastle with you on Mount Arrya'
as old Sampson, the Hebrew infde
Vrastled with the young wolf in big
Spring swamp, about the thing
which daily and hourly consarn youl
final damnation and eternal resurrec
ton beyand the the tomb-ah.
When was little fair haired
buxom boy, with golden locks stream
ipp in the winter breezes, playing
stick.it-to him with companions Of m!
early youth, in the twilight Of mid-da!
sun and hunting the wild-eyed possun
at dawn Of day amid the blue hills o
old Lawrence, around the family alta
my harts daily yarning was to preacl
the gospel in furious triumph ant
KNOCK the eagles eye from the cragg,
peak on old mountains base AM
preach everlasting sin and final dam
nation to the people Of this ere tow
as did my old glass-eyed father in tn
long days gone by Of the far away dis
tant future-ah.
Them times, my brethering, wa
grand old times-ah. The wild ca
Noamed with fearful pomposity amids
the huckleberry bushes Of beaver-dar
creek-ah; the little dog with fleece a
white as snow ran through the tate
patch and chased the chicken cocl
with bated breath and smoking nostril
while the catfish and the sunny tr0u
played hide and seek with the wild gs
zelle in the muddy brook just benin
the old smoke house where daddy
gold lay in hidden piles deep beneatl
the old lard barrel-ah.
Yes my brethering, them times wer
grand old times, and often at close {