Uncle Isaac, Or, Old Days in the South; A Remembrance of the South

Uncle Isaac, Or, Old Days in the South; A Remembrance of the South

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ...'bout de 'ligion dat we had dem days, When we was doin' eb'rything in dem ole fashion ways, An' how we went to our ole Chu'ch whar onct we singed an' prayed, An' 'tracted meetin' at de Chu'ch when all day long we stade. We was Episcumpalyons, 'mong mos' high tone fokes was we, An' had de fines' sarvice dar as eber dar could be. Dar was some odder kind er 'ligions scattered roun' about, But dey didn't warship much like us, an' mos'ly lub to shout. We neber 'lowed no shoutin', an' de fokes jes' say "Amen" Wheneber in de prars dar come what seemed a leetle en'. Sometimes we jawed back standin' what de good ole Prar Book sade, A speakin' to de preacher like de body to de hade. We neber had no jumblin' caze we all had larnt to tell What our ole preacher wanted M'am, an' up we riz an' fell. A norgan hysted up de tune an' how de time was wrote, So eb'rybody in de choir could strike de samest note. An' sich a singin' we did hab, I clar, hit was enerf To make you b'lieb de angels had come down from heab'n to erf A singin' ob de music dey was ust to in de skies. An' 'twas dat sweet hit made you cry onles' you shet yo' eyes. De balunce ob de Chu'ches was as Christian fokes, 'tis true, But dey didn't like to warship much like we all ust er do. Dey neber had no Book ob Prar an didn't stan' to sing, An' seemed to hab a notion for a change in eb'rything. But den dey was good people an' dey prayed bofe loud an' long, Do' dey didn't hab no norgan for to hyst deir 'ligious song. You ought to yeard us singin', O, dem himes was good to hear, When dat sweet norgan tried to fotch de bery heabens near. "When I kin read my title clar to mansions in de skies, I'll bid farwell to eb'ry fear an' wipe my weepin' eyes," Dat was one hime in our...show more

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  • Paperback | 30 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 73g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123677177X
  • 9781236771773