The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1902-06-19

am not one of them rs believes that
| education is necessary for gospcl
minister, for l believe the Lord ed.
icates His preachers jest as He wants
.em TO be cdicatcd; an although | sa,
IL that Oughtn't to say it, yet in the
State of Indianny, where / live, thar,s
no man as gets bigger congregations
nor what l gifts.
Thar may be some here today, nv
Drethering, as don't know what per.
suasion L am NV. Well, l must saw &c
you, my brethcrlng, that In a Hard
smell Baptist. Thar's some folks as
uon't like the Hard Shell Baptists but
L mad rather have hard shell as nc
smell at ALL You see me here TODAY
my prethrlng, dressed up in good
cloInes; you mout think l was proud
put l am not proud, my brethring, and
alChough L have been preacher of the
gospel for twenty years, an although
I'm captin of the Hat boat that lies ot
your landing, Pm not proud, nv
brethring, ah.
am not gwine to tell cdzactly wbar
my text may be found; suffice it TO saw
1t is in the leds of the Bible, ana vou,il
ma 1T somewhere between the frat
chapter of the book of Generations,
and the last chapter of the book of
Revolutions, and eff you will go and
search The Scriptures, you'll not only
lind my tex thar, but great many
other texes as will do you good to read.
and my tex, when you shall find it,,
you shall find it to read thus, an:
And he played on II harp of thou
sand strings-sp sperlts Of jest mon made
perfcck."
My tex, my brcthcling, leads me to
speak of sperits. Now, thar's a great
many kinds of sperts in the world-in
The fuss place, thar's the spents some
folks call ghosts, and thar's the sperits
OF terpentinc, and thar's the spcrits as
some folks call liquor, and pve got rs
good an artikcl of them kind of spcrits
on my flat boat as ever was foch down
the Mississippi river; but tbar's a great
many other kinds of spcrits, for the
tex says: " He played on harp of a
tho u's-and strings, spcrts of Jest
men made pcrfcck." And thar's a
great many kinds of fire in the world.
In the fuss place thar's the common
sort of fire, and then there's foXlire,
and campfire, fire before you are
ready and fire and fall back and MANY
other kinds NV fire, for the tex saws,
lie played on the harp of thou
sand strings, sperits Of jest men mad G
perfcck.'
But l'll tell you the kind of fire as
is spoken of in the Bible, my brethring,
is Hell Fire! and that's the kind of
fire as Il great many of you'll come to
ef you don't TO better ner what YOU
have been doin'-for He p!a, cd on
harp of thousand strings, spcrits Nv
jest men made perfcck." And that's
the kind of fire you can't dodge, my
ah, for it's The fire that
won't be quenchcd. You may fly to
the mountains of Hcpsdam, where the
woodbine twineth and the lion roareth
and the whangadoodle mourncth for
its first born, but you can't hide from
The unsquenchable fire, for it is the
fire Of hell and damnation, ahl "And
he played on harp of a thousand
strings--spcrits of jest III N made per-
feck."
Now as there arc many kinds of
spelits and many kinds of fire, ahl in
the world, ahl jes so there are many
kinds OF Christians, ahl In the fuss
place we have the 'plsco ,palians, aud
they arc high-sailin', high roostin', :,
hifalutin set, ah! and they may be
likcncd unto turkey buzzard that flies
up into the air, an! and he goes up,
and up, and up, till he iooks no bigger
than your finger nail, and the fust
Thing you know, he comes down, and
down, and down, and goes to lilnn'
himself on the Carklss of dead boss
by the side OF the road, ah! and lie
played on a harp of Il tn usand strings,
spcrits Of jest men made pcrfcck.'
Aud then thar's the Methods, ahl |
They may be likened unto the squirrel
runnin' up into tree, for the Methods
believes in gwine on from one degree
of grace to another, and finally on to
perfection, and the squirrel goes up,
and up, and up, and he jumps from
limb to limb, and branch to branch,
and the fust thing you know he falls,
and down he comes kcrtlumix, and
that's like the Methods, for they is
alters falln from grace, ah! "And he
played on a harp of q thousand strings,
spcrits Nv just men made perfcck."
And thar is the Prcsbytcrians, my
brcthering, with their long frock coats
and high shirt collars and dismal
swamp faces, but they never cleared
no new ground nor burt no brcsh nor