HERE AND THERE
ADVICE ON PRAYING.
"Now, Brudder Bogus," a trifle severely said good old Parson Bag-
ster, addressing a brother who was given to prolonged and stentorian
supplications, "I'm fo'ced to remind yo' dat politeness am dess as fittin'
in pra'r as it am in de parlor, and dar ain't no call to holler at de Lawd
like he was a blind hoss; de Lawd's young yit, sah, and dar ain't nuth'n
de matter wid his hearin'. And ag'in, what counts in pra'r am not
length but depth-yo' isn't prayin' des to 'stablish a long distance reecord.
And fuddermo', dar's no needcissity o' tellin' all de news dat's gwine on,
uhkaze de Lawd reads e papers. When yo' goes to de Lawd in pra'r
don't stay all day; de Lawd, lemme tell yo', allus has bizness on hand and
ain't got no time to visit!"-Kansas City Star.
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ALL GONE.
Whar's my Adam 'nd Ebe?
Make ole nigger b'liebe
Warn't none? Preach man say
"Story all done away."
O my lamb!
Whar's my apple so red,
Turned po' Missy Ebe's head?
'Nd de ole sarpent? "all lies,"
So say de preacher man, wise.
O my lamb!
Whar's my Jonah, dat groan
In de whale's belly all 'lone?
"Couldn't done dat way,"
So de new preacher man say.
O my lamb!
Day take my apple, take my Ebe,
Take my Adam 'nd snake dat deceibe,
Take my Jonah, take my whale,
'Nd bust my 'ligion. Po' nigger wail
O my lamb!
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