Bryan morning eagle. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1898-1909, 1908-12-03
A sample Of carmaek,s EI0quence.

Taken from a speech which the ZEN
nesseean delivered in the senate on an
occasion when his native state mad
been attacked.
81 speak, sir, for my native South.
Il is a land that has known sorrows;
a land that has broken the ashen
crust and moistened it with tears;
land SCARED and riveu by the plow-
share of war and beloved with the
graves of her dead, but land of le-
gend a land Of song, a land OF nal
lowed and heroic memories.
ITO that land every drop OF my
blood, every fiber of my being, every
pulsation of my heart, is consecrated
forever.
81 was born of her womb, ! was
nurtured at her breast, and when my
last hour shall come, pray God that
may be pillowed upon her bosom and
rocked to sleep within her tender and
enclrcling arms"
The Old and the New
In his eloquent address OF welcome
to the Texas conference Of Beaumont
Congressman Martin Dies grew rem
inescent and presented graphic pic
ture of the vanishing past In con-
trast with the aggressive present, He
said:
In those days we had the genuine
Methodist camp meetings. These
camps were usually constructed OF
small pine logs and composed of two
pens. Some of the camps were, OF
course, of a more temporary nature
but the country was sparsely settled,
and the people came ffSSia FAR and
near and camped on the ground for |
weeks at a time. These meetings &C. |
Cured in the summer, after crops had
been laid by. They were glorious |
times for everybody, and ! can only |
speak accurately from the standpoint
of small boy. To me they were
glorious days--the very Millennium OF
the years happiness. Whole sacks full
of teacakes and other keepable sweets
were cooked up in advance for the
occasion. Whole beeves were barbe- |
cued on the ground. There was
preaching and praying and singing
and shouting; not just a little bit. but
lots and lots of 1t. If there is a man
in this audience who never attended |
in his boyhood days one of these old |
fashioned SOU 'NFnring camp meet
ings. feel sorry for that man from
the bottom OF my heart. shall not |
undertake to describe the churches of |
those days. They were nothing COM ,
pared with the First Methodist church |
of Beaumont. They were generally |
log houses, with an arbor hard by TO
accommodate large gatherings These
log churh houses could not claim
many of the present day conveniences.
They were located principally with
reference to spring water and the pub
lie road. They were provided with
split-log benches for seats, which rem
dered the audience more comfortable
during prayer than at any other part
of the service. | do not know how
to describe the general appearance of
one of these houses, which were often
used for both church and school pur-
poses. It looked like certain house
among the mountains of Arkansas de-
scribed to me by friend.
Has its green blinds, and what col
or is the house?" inquired a north
ern lady who wished to visit it. mo,
marm," answered the mountaineer,
ut haint got no blinds, and il haint
got no color" But this church house
surpassed the modern in one thing;
the ventilation was perfect, II came
in from top. bottom, sidwise and other
wise. believe the good book some
where speaks of the four winds of
heaven. Whoever tried to keep warm
in one. of these log churches on
December DAY might believe there
were but four winds, but you would
never convince him that they didn't
have moro than four ways of getting
into the church.
The simple looking old log church
house has passed away, but its tender
memories are clinging still II could
not compare in beauty and grandeur
with the modern edifice; in point of
comfort and capacity ii was far be-
hind. But as TO faith and charity
of those who worshipped at its hum
BILE altar, hazard the guess that it
would compare with the very best We
possess in this our age of grandeur.
To the little log church no man, wo-
man or child was ashamed to go on
account of dress, wealth or social POI ,