Water Valley progress., 1902-07-19

it il in the leds of the Bible, and you'll
find it somewhere between the first
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
find my text 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, ah:
"'And he played on a harp Of a
thousand strings gs-sperits of jest men
made perfeck.'
my tex, my brethering, leads me
to speak of sperits. Now, thar's q
great many kinds Of sperits in the
world-in the first place thar's the
sperits some folks call ghosts, and
thar's the sperits Of turpentine, and
thar's the spirits as some folks call
liquor, and I've got as good an artikel
of them kind of sperits on my fiat boat
as ever was foch down the Mississippi
river; but thar's a great many other
kinds of sperits, for the tex says: He
played on a harp of t-h-o-u-s-and
strings, sperits Of jest men made per-
feck.' And thar's great many kinds
of fire in the world. In the fuss place
thar's the common sort of fire, and
then thar's foxfre, and campfire, fire
before you are ready and fire and fall
back and many other Kinds NV fire, for
the tex says, He played on hrap Of a
thousand strings, sperits of jest men
made perfeck'
"But I'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 great many of you'll come to eft
you don't do better nor what you have
been doin'-for He played on harp
of thousand strings, sperits Nv jest
men made perfeck. And that's the
kind of fire you can't dodge, my Breth-
ring, ah, for it's the fire that won't be
quenched. You may fly to the noun
tains of Hepsidan, where the woodbine
twineth and the lion roareth and the
whangadoodle mourneth for it's first
born, but you can't hide from that un-
squenchable fire, for it is the fire of
hell and damnation, ah! And he
played on a harp Of thousand
strings sperits Of jest men made per-
feck.
"Now, as there are many kinds Of sper-
it's and many kinds of fire, ah! in the
world, ah! jes so there are many kinds
OF Christians, ah! In the fuss place
we have the Piscopalians, and they are
high-sailin', high-roostin,' hifalutin
set, ali! and they may be likened unto
q turkey buzzard that flies up into
the air, ah! and he goes up, and up,
and up, and up, till he lo6ks no bigger
than your finger nail, and the fust
thing you know, he comes down, and
down, and down, and goes to film
hisself on the carlSiss of dead hoss
by the side of the road, ah! and He
played on a harp of a thousand strings
-sperits of jest men made perfeck.'
"And then thar's the Methods, ah!
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 kerflumix, and
that's like the Methods, for they is al
lers fallin' from grace, ah! And he
played on harp of a thousand
strings, sperits Nv jest men made per-
feck'
Sand thar is the Presbyterians, my
brethring, with their long frock coats
and high shirt collars and dismal
swamp faces, but they never cleared no
new ground nor burnt no bresh nor
deadened no timber, nor killed no
bars. They always waits for us hard
shells to do that and settle up the will
derness and then they will slip in and
go to plantin' and put on heavenly airs
and claim to be the only people that
are elected and shore of eternal sal
vation-and they play on harp Of a
thousand strings sperits Of jest men
made perfeck.
"And then, my brethring, thar's tho
Baptists, ah! And they have been lik-
ened to 'pOssum on a simmon tree,
and the thunders may roll and the
earth may quake, and the lions roar
and the whangadoodle mourn, but the
'possum clings thar still, ah! And You
may shake one foot loose, and he laps
his tail around the limb, and clings and
he clings furever, ah! for He played
on harp OF thousand strings, sperits
Nv jest men made perfeck.'
BILL ARP
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