Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1893-06-15

Dallas you'd do better. I never
preach about heaven. What few
| get there can see for themselves.
What's the use preaching about
heaven when most Of the crowd
will never get there to see it, no.
how. People don't go to hear you
preach, cause you don't say any
thing. They come to,hear me, be-
cause I say something. I hew to
the line, and if a felleris sitting
on the line, I chop through him,
not because I have got anything
against him, but because he's
sitting on the line. See the
point?
go, the power of prayerl .I'll
tell you the devil won't give up
this town without a fight. If you
think so, it's because you've gotno
sense. Itamuses me to see these
good pastors running the devil out
of Dallas. Like dog ] once saw
running an old hog out of a field
the dog in front. Amt that
right spragins?
spragins2 aYes; that's right. .
"Now don't you old sisters go
off from here saying you are sor-
ry for the preachers; that Brother
Jonesis hard on the preachers.
Sis you'd better tote your own
skillet. The preachers can tote
theirn, can't they Spragins?"
spragins: "That's what they
can"
Jones: God bless you, some of
'em amt got any skillet. You sis
ters just tote yeur skillets if you
got any. Turning to the breth-
ren). What say you brethren?
The brethren in a chorus {:
"Amen."
Brother Jones: Sometimes I get
hold of one Of these D. D's., and
when I get through with him he
hits the ground and strikes out at
a mile-a-minute. Talk about the
dignity of the pulpit! If you've
got sense and religion you don't
need ally dignity. The more dig
nifty you got the nearer dead you
are. The most dignifed thing I
ever saw was a man that was dead.
You go to banking on dignity and
you'll be damned. / don't care
whether I got any OF not. I'm ~!
here to- rid icule shams and hum
bugs IS
No sir; the devil is noss. going
to surrender without a fight. Some
of you ldsisters think Dallas is
ready got and are saying 'Hallelu-
jah? The only thing the matter
with you is you amt got no sense.
Fight! Fight! And when I get
through here you'll see the blood
and hair and ground all tore up,
and here's one fellow in the fight.
What I want of you is to give me
help. You get up and sing, Am
1 a Soldier of the Cross p and
Surely the Captain can Depend
on Mel Depend on you for what?
To cut and shoot? You are a cut
Ter from Cuttersville are shooter
from Shootersville, you are. You
are like the fellow in the war who
was running.
"What you running for 2" the
fellow asked him.
"O,' said he sI'm running be-
cause I'm sorry
Sorry for what?'
"sorry because l wasn't born a
gal"
aWhat'you want to be doing is
to push the battle to the blade
and the blade to the hilt; and if
you've got courage we'll win a VIC
tory and change the history of this
town."
SCOT a big jubilee here to-day.
Going to get deep water! The
boats coming and you nave the
promise of water rates, and I hope
you will get them. 1t will be a
grand thing for your grand city,
but the deep work for grace and
the salvation of God is needed
here worse than deep water. It's
a blessing to have deep water, and
you are going to celebrate tt by
guzzling down 800 kegs Of beer.
That's a queer way to celebrate a
blessing. Some of you old red
nosed devils will get 80 loaded be-
fore night that if you fell on a
knife two gallons of beer would
run out of you.